After a few minutes of luxurious, slow love-making, Jamie murmured, “Would you please play with my butthole again?”
I reached behind her, and moistened my finger in the juice leaking from her lips around my cock. Tracing a line from her pussy, I eased back and began to fondle her pucker.
Jamie sucked in her breath quickly, almost whistling. “Ooooh, that feels good!” her voice quavered. She immediately increased the speed and depth of her movement on my cock.
She sat more upright and began purposefully fucking me. This allowed me to rub around her clit with one hand, while I pressed the tip of my other index finger against her anus. Eventually, the force of her thrusts caused my finger to begin to penetrate her.
“Oh my God!” she squealed. “Oh my God! I'm gonna cum so hard! Ohhh! Aaaaiiyyeeee!”
I thrust both my cock and my finger into her as far as I could, and held her by her hip as she rode out her orgasm. When she was more-or-less done, she eased herself down on top of me, her hair fanned out across my chest and her sweet mouth nuzzled near my ear. She made little moans every time her well-used pussy spasmed on me. Finally, she whispered, “You're still so hard.”
“Yeah.”
“It feels so good inside me. I'm sore, and tired, but even though it still hurts a little, you feel so damn good inside me,” she said. She moved to kiss me. “You didn't cum, did you?”
“No.”
“Can you?”
“I don't know.”
“I bet you can.” She pulled herself off me and moved down to look at my cock. “He's still real hard,” she said, stroking my wet shaft with her fingertip. “He sure twitches when I touch him. I wonder how he'll taste with me all over him.” Her tongue made a slow circle around the base of my helmet. “Wow, I really made you wet.” She licked all around my shaft, cleaning me of her cum, teasing me. “I think I'll like the taste better when my mouth is full of cum.”
She started bobbing on me, tugging me, licking. I brushed her hair off her face so I could watch her, and her eyes smiled at mine. I could feel the pressure building, and her lusty expression told me she knew.
“Cum for me, Dad,” she said, enveloping me again. She sucked, urging me onward.
I erupted, pulsing into her mouth. When I was done, she lifted her face from me. A drop drooled from her lower lip, but she quickly caught it with her finger and fed it back into her mouth. After a few swallows, she smiled. Then she lay down next to me and put her head on my chest. I pulled the sheet over us, and we slept.
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To be continued....
In the morning, I woke up on my side, Jamie spooned up tight against me. Her fragrant blond hair caressed my face. She held my hand in hers, cupping a firm young breast, the nipple under my thumb. My morning erection was nestled between her buttocks, the upper side of my shaft pressing against her anus. There was no way I could get out of bed without waking her, so I lay there, remembering the passion and guilt of the day and night before.
She stirred. “Morning, Dad,” she yawned, pressing my hand more firmly against her breast. “Did you sleep well?”
“I guess. Honey, are you okay?” I asked.
“Yeah, maybe a little sore, you know, but yeah. Why wouldn't I be? I woke up in the arms of the best man in the world.” She rolled over to look at me. “Please don't tell me you feel guilty.”
“I'm supposed to feel guilty about what I did to you,” I said.
She sat up. “You are dead wrong when you talk about 'what you did to me.' That's not it at all. It's what WE have done FOR each other. All my life you've given me everything I needed, everything I wanted. Well, I needed and wanted to know about sex. Thank you. I'm happy with what's happened, and I want it to happen some more.”
“I don't know what to say,” I said.
“You don't have to say anything. Keep loving me like you always have. You will always be in my life, in one way or another, and I'll always love you. Now, we just have a new way to express it.”
She gave me a peck on the cheek, and got out of bed. “First dibs on the toilet. Meet me in the shower,” she said as she left my room.
I lay there, struggling to make sense of it all, and then followed her down the hall.
She was already in the shower. After a much-needed piss, I joined her. “What are you doing today?” she asked.
“Probably grocery shopping, mowing the lawn, and washing the car,” I said.
She squeezed past me so I could get under the water. “Kiersten texted me and asked me if I want to go to the mall. Do you mind?”