D^5 – IV; Post-Party Party [INCEST] [D/D] [FICTION]

The gathering (party?) with Ella’s friends lasted for quite awhile. Despite feeling the old man in the group, I enjoyed their banter, their discussions of the future, their love of good wine (and whiskey), and their general intelligence. Naturally, I was more drawn to the women, though I could see Jeremy’s natural charm and grace.

By ten o’clock or so, we were all tired of talking and in that chill part of the evening, with food and wine rounding any sharp edges. Jeremy looked at Ellen and she nodded, and they got up together. “Ellen rode with me, and I’m tired, so we’re going to head out,” he said. I escorted them to the door, thanking them for coming – a firm handshake from him and a pleasant hug and kiss on the cheek from Ellen. “See you soon, we hope, Mr. _______,” she said, as they departed.

I turned back to the room, finding Monica and Ella chatting together on the couch. “Dad,” said my daughter, “Monica has had a bit too much to drink, and really shouldn’t drive.” I looked at Monica, and she shrugged sheepishly. I said, “Well, why don’t you girls hang out, and I’ll put the parking pass in her car so it doesn’t get towed.” “Oh, you’re the best,” said Monica, handing me her keys. I grabbed the guest pass and left to put it in her car. They were giggling together on the couch as I shut the door.

Daughter Discovers Dad’s Domme Desire – Part III, An Interlude [INCEST] [D/D] [FICTION]

(Parts [I](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/g4x2xj/daughter_discovers_dads_domme_desire_incest_dd/) and [II](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/g4z86f/daughter_discovers_dads_domme_desire_part_ii/))

After nearly making me come by gently stroking my cock, my daughter pushed my legs apart, and knelt between them. She started licking my balls gently, stroking the skin with her tongue. I whimpered and she laughed. “Oh, does my boy like it when I lick the sweat from his cock?” she asked? I nodded, afraid of what I might say if I opened my mouth. She again swirled my precome on a finger, then I felt her finger enter my ass. I moaned loudly and felt a small spurt of come leave me. She purred, then licked the tip of my cock. “Oh my god mommy…” I said. She whispered…”Do you want to come now, James?” “Please,” I whispered.

She took my cock into her mouth…into her throat…and then began rubbing inside my ass…milking me. I groaned and released hard into her mouth. She swallowed all of it, then made another cooing and purring noise, licking me clean. “So lovely and strong, baby,” she said. Then she stood, and covered me. “Sleep now, baby. I’ll come back later,” she said, leaving the room. I blacked out from exhaustion and spent energy almost immediately.

Daughter Discovers Dad’s Domme Desire – Part II [INCEST] [D/D] [FICTION]

([Part I Here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/g4x2xj/daughter_discovers_dads_domme_desire_incest_dd/))

I spent some time under my daughter’s legs, lapping and tonguing her pussy, with her hands gripping my hair and pushing my face against her. She was whispering “good boy…do you like mommy’s pussy, baby?” and generally cooing. I remember this, but had no other mental processing going on at the time save shock. I lost track of time and other senses, aware however that my cock was throbbing in my pants, painfully.

Suddenly, she sighed and moaned and shuddered gently, then said, “Stop now, baby. Look at the ground.” I knew nothing but to obey. Then a sleeping mask was placed on my face, and her hand grasped my neck lightly and firmly. “Stand up,” she said in a husky voice. I stood. Then she began licking her come off my face, kissing me and stoking my cheeks. When I reached up, she slapped my hand away, hissing “NO…you may not touch unless I say.” She then grasped my hand and lead me to my bed room. “Strip,” she commanded. I hesitated too long and my head was again rocked from a slap. “Are you feeling disobedient again, James?” “No…” I whispered, “and began removing my clothes.

Daughter Discovers Dad’s Domme Desire [INCEST] [D/D] [FICTION]

Before my wife and I split, mutually…for greener pastures, we had done the best job we could raising our daughter. She was and is accomplished in sports, academics, music – well, pretty much everything to which she put her mind and desire. I blame her type-A mother for these accomplishments as well as for her (daughter’s) mile-wide stubborn streak. If she *didn’t* want to put her mind to it…well, let’s just leave it at “brick wall” and go from there.

She…let’s call her Ella…was 15 when her mother and I left for other pursuits – a gentle divorce (as such things go), and ended up living in the same town, about 5 miles apart. Ella had told the judge she didn’t favor either parent, and the judge pretty much let her set her own schedule, with the proviso that if her grades suffered or she began missing school or activities, either parent could request a change from the court.