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I made a mental note to thank Tara for her impromptu lessons. They were really paying off. I took my time, savoring every part of her. Her scent was clean and drove me wild, I could feel myself getting hard again already. Her taste was musky and pure. I honestly wouldn't have any problem with going down on my Mom every day. Maybe it could be part of our new breakfast routine? I started to really work the clit now."August...oh...I love you baby. Mommy loves you...so much...she loves her good, giving boy...oh fuck I'm close."That was my cue to slip in the fingers, gently, and probe for her g-spot. It should be...right...about...there."Oh god, August, you're making your Mommy cummmmm..."Her back arched, her legs clamped on the side of my head, she ground her pelvis against my face. Her moans were so loud I figured it was likely there would be at least one complaint to the front desk. I was proud and happy to have made her cum that hard. She finally looked down at me, panting like a b

A bitter daughter seeks revenge but finds a father's love.NB: This story contains mature themes of erotic sex, incest/taboo sex and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature.Attempted suicide and suicidal ideation plays a part later in this story. I do not want to surprise anyone with this, given what I know of the subject.Despite how it may seem, this is a story of love and redemption. I sincerely hope that you enjoy it.*****-- James --I know what you're going to think. What kind of forty-year-old dude picks up a female hitchhiker half his age? That's an understandable thought. Honestly, I would think the same thing if I were you. I wouldn't blame you at all for dismissing me now as a pervert. I'm just going to tell my side of things, and you can make up your own mind.I live in the country. Well, honestly, the country might be a little too civilized a term. I live where you might drive twenty minutes between houses, and the mountains are just next door. The air smells of pine and t

When we reached the house I couldn't help but be impressed. It was like a log cabin but huge. It had two full stories and what looked like a big attic. Lots of windows all around so you could see the forest, the mountains. I bet you could even glimpse the nearby river. Inside everything was wood and clean. Hardwood floors with tasteful, simple rugs. A large kitchen that you could use to prepare meals for a lot of people. It was not the stereotypical house of a bachelor. I noticed that he gave me a huge guest room with a king-sized bed and its own TV. If it were a hotel I'd have expected to be paying a lot of money.I saw that there were pictures of a small blond woman all over the first floor. She was definitely beautiful, curvy, smiling. Looked at least as country as he did. She wasn't my mother though. I wonder if she was what replaced her. What made him forget about her. About me. I wondered where she was and if she would approve of her husband bringing home a strange eighteen-year

I started upstairs. It seems like he left the doors open, usually being the only person around. That would give me an excuse if he caught me snooping. I found something that looked like an office. It had an unobstructed view out back to the barn so if I kept checking I should have no chance of being caught. The walls were lined with inset bookshelves, probably made by hand, that was filled by books. A lot of them looked like duplicates, which didn't make much sense, but I wasn't really interested in them, yet. There were two desks, one large and oak that looked relatively recent and one small roller top that looked like it was an antique. I started with the roller top but it mostly had correspondence in a feminine hand and a lot of bills and receipts. Could this be where his wife worked? It seemed like she shipped things all over. In any case, there was nothing of value so I moved to the other desk.I started finding items of interest right away. There was an old laptop there that was

I kind of fucked it up.I got us both some wine as we were about to watch the next film (Dracula Has Risen From His Grave). I was being the good little submissive daughter stand-in. Which is pretty hilarious now that I think about it in hindsight. I handed him his glass, then set mine down. Then I decided I'd just up the ante a little. I wasn't ready to admit to myself that I'd been looking forward to this kiss. And I'd had a few glasses by then.I straddled his lap like the little slut I was and kissed him full on the mouth. Long and slow, letting my tongue dart in his mouth and my hands move through his hair. It was not the kiss of an inexperienced little girl. It was the kiss of a too-experienced girl who knew what she wanted and how to get it. And I wanted my...my daddy. I should be honest here, even if I wasn't with myself. In the course of pursuing revenge I'd also spent a lot of quality time with a man who I both desperately wanted validation from and found intensely attractive