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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Thursday, June 6th, 2013 – Tony Sasser – South Hill, WA

“Authorities believe that the terrorist attack at the Buy Best is connected with a robber at The Karat, a jewelry store in the South Hill Mall,” the radio announced.

I always listened to 97.3 KIRO news talk radio on my drive home from work. I perked up at the words ‘South Hill Mall’, remembering my wife mentioning she was taking Melody, my step-daughter, shopping there today, celebrating her eighteenth birthday.

I wondered if they had seen anything.

“The suspect is a white male, approximately six feet in height, 200 pounds, with dark hair and blue eyes. He was seen in the company of two White females, one with red hair and the other dyed pink. Police are asking for anyone with information to call Crime Stoppers.”

I turned my car into my driveway, hitting the button for the garage door opener and pulled my car in alongside my wife’s. The garage door clattered as it slowly closed, smacking into the hard concrete floor. I grabbed my briefcase and headed into the house.

“Hi, Dad,” my step-daughter smiled, flouncing up to me in a skimpy dress that barely covered her perky breasts, her black hair bouncing around her shoulders. I tried not to notice them even if she wasn’t my actual daughter, it still made me feel like a bit of a perv when I noticed just how hot she was.

And legal now.

“Hey, Songbird,” I smiled. “How was your trip to the mall?”

“Awesome,” she gushed, then held out the hem of the short skirt of her dress, the fabric slipping up her sleek thighs and a flush of heat through me. Was she going to lift those up high enough to show off her panties?

I was a little disappointed when she stopped just short.

“Is this new?”

“Yes! This awesome guy named Mark and his girlfriend Mary gave it to me!”

“Oh?” That seemed weird. “Are they friends from school?”

She shook her head. “Naw. Me and mom met them at Navy Republic. He was buying clothes for his girlfriend and they were having a fun time as she modeled them.” Color blossomed in his step-daughter’s cheeks, contrasting against her black hair. “Me and Mom had a blast with them.”

“That’s nice. So you heading out with your friends to celebrate your birthday tonight?”

“Yes!” She threw her arms around my neck, pressing that wonderful, lithe body against me; I couldn’t help the erection that formed—I was only human. “And Mom’s going to do a little celebrating with you.”

“What’s that mean?” I asked.

“We have the house all to ourselves,” Laura, my wife, purred. She stood at the entrance to the kitchen in a transparent nightie, her nipples dark shadows through the material, a lacy pair of panties clearly visible. My cock throbbed.

“Should you be wearing that in front of…”

“My little songbird’s eighteen,” Laura smiled. “She knows what goes on in our bedroom. Mama-bird needs some loving tonight.”

“Have fun,” Melody laughed, breaking away from me to give her mother a hug. Their bodies pressed tight, their hug lingering just a little longer. I almost thought there was some charged attraction between them and that their lips were going to meet in some sort of passionate kiss.

But this wasn’t a letter from penthouse and Melody broke away, grabbing her purse and heading out the door.

My gaze fell back to my wife and that wonderful nightie she wore. She was just as beautiful as Melody, only more mature and experienced. She was a woman in all the glory of her beauty and she knew how to work it.

“There’s champagne in the fridge. Pour us some and meet me in the bedroom,” she purred, then turned, walking off. My eyes were locked on her ass as it swayed beneath that delightful nightie.

“Yes, dear,” I grinned.

I opened the fridge and found the champagne bottle. I didn’t care that I had to work tomorrow, my cock was throbbing. I found a pair of flutes and the corkscrew and walked to our bedroom. Laura lounged on the bed, writhing like a sex kitten.

“Umm, there you are. I’ve been thinking about this all day at the Mall.”

I set the champagne bottle and glasses on the dresser and shrugged out of my suit. “Have you. While you were out shopping with your daughter all you could think about was me.”

She let out a throaty moan, her fingers sliding about her breasts. “There were some exciting sights to see at the Mall.”

“Oh, yeah?” I asked, pulling off my red tie and dropping it on the floor, then I went to work on the buttons of my dress shirt. “Like what?”

“I’ll tell you later. First, I want to fuck that hard cock of yours.” She let out another, randy moan. “So strip and come fuck your wife.”

I dropped my pants, my cock straining my boxers. I popped the cork on the champagne, poured the flutes, and brought them to the bed. She took one as I slid next to her. Our glasses tinked. The bubbly drink flowed down into my body, spreading warmth through me.

“Delicious,” she purred.

I put my hand on her thigh, sliding up to those panties. “But I need something more refreshing.” My fingers pressed into the legband of her panties, finding her wet pussy and her trimmed pubic hair. She groaned, squirming as I found her clit piercing, playing with it.

She gasped, writhing and moaning. “Get down there and quench your thirst!”

My cock straining against my boxers, eager to be touched and stroked. But I ignored it. First, I wanted to feel my wife cum on my lips. She would be so wild afterwards, making love like a passionate cougar. My cock could wait a few minutes while I took care of business.

I reached beneath her nightie, pulling her panties down. Her spicy musk rolled through my nose. She was already primed. I spread her lips apart with my fingers, unveiling her pink delights, then leaned in and took a long, slow lick up her slit. She shuddered as my tongue moved up to her clit, circling the nub and playing with her piercing.

“Oh, Tony!” she groaned. “Worship my pussy! I love it!”

I dove back in, my cock aching, eager to be buried in her flesh. It spurred me to eat her with more passion, more aggression. I wanted her to cum as fast as possible, so I stirred her up, nibbling and teasing, bringing her—

A phone rang.

“Shit!” she cursed, reaching over to her nightstand.

“Just ignore it,” I said from between her thighs.

“I can’t. It’s work.” She found her cell phone, swiping the screen. I bent down and took another lick and she squealed as she gasped, “Hello.”

I looked up at her, wondering what her work wanted. They couldn’t be calling her in, right?

Her face fell.

“Shit,” I muttered.

“I understand,” she sighed. “Okay. I’ll be in as soon as I can.”

She hung up.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

“It sounds bad.” She rolled out of bed. “A server crashed. I have to go and fix this mess now.”

“Can’t you take a few minutes to…” I glanced down at my hard cock. “Maybe a handjob, honey?”

“Sorry. My bonus is tied up in this. Every minute the servers down is less money come Christmas.”

“What am I going to do?” My cock was so hard it hurt. “You’re leaving me with a serious case of blue balls.”

She pulled her panties back on, rolling out of bed and digging into her closet. “Watch some porn,” she answered. “Bust into that secret stash you don’t think I know about.”

I flushed.

“Forbidden Fruit 13 looked interesting. Spank it to some eighteen-year-old with no tits so you’ll appreciate these more when I get home,” she said, her smile amused as she shook her endowed breasts at me.

“Uh, sure, honey.”

She dressed swiftly and winked at me as she walked out of our bedroom. I fell back onto the bed, my cock still throbbing. I had to jerk off. I grabbed the champagne bottle, bust into my supposedly secret stash of DVDs I hid in my computer desk—Forbidden Fruit 13, the girl on the cover did so look like Melody—and headed to the living room.

I had the house to myself. Time to watch porn on my 56” screen instead of the dinky TV in my office. I strode out into the living room, the TV humming as I turned it on. I opened the Bluray player and stuck the DVD on the tray, then sat on my recliner, kicking back. I poured a glass of champagne and downed it, then drank a second one, enjoying the buzz pumping through my veins.

The movie started up right away, a sexy, young thing walking in on an older man. She was both innocent and whorish, flaunting her sensual body while not realizing the effect it had on the man until he snapped and kissed her, ripping off her top.

“Take it, slut,” I groaned as the man hammered his cock into her tiny pussy. I pushed my boxers down and pulled out my cock, stroking it hard. “She’s just a dirty slut.”

The front door opened.

Panic filled me. I fumbled for the remote, trying to turn the movie off while pulling my boxers up. I paused it just as my step-daughter walked in, her face down, her body just as innocent and whorish as the actress on the screen who was frozen in mid-orgasm, her perky tits a blur as she shook.

“What’s wrong, songbird?” I asked, trying to hide my erection tenting my boxers.

“It all went wrong, Daddy,” she wailed, crawling on to my lap.

I was all too aware of how thin her skirt was as my hard cock pressed into her ass. She curled up, her bosom resting on my chest, her face worming into my neck. Her breath was hot, her body warm, her ass soft on my cock.

I throbbed and I tried to fight off my arousal. If there was ever forbidden, young fruit, then it was my eighteen-year-old step-daughter. Why couldn’t she have waited a few more minutes? Then I would have cum and I wouldn’t have this ragging boner that was begging for satisfaction, not caring whom touched me and stroked me.

She squirmed on my lap, rubbing around on my cock as she tried to get comfortable. She had to feel how hard I was. My face burned. I had to get her off me somehow before I just shot off in my boxers.

“Why do boys have to be such jerks,” she pouted, her hand resting on my naked chest, her fingers idly playing with my chest hair.

“What happened, Songbird? Was it, um, Kevin?”

“Yes. He tried to stick his hands down my skirt the moment I showed up. Now that I’m eighteen, he wanted to make me into a woman.”

“That’s terrible,” I whispered. God, I would love to make her into a woman. Her perfume tickled my nose, soft and airy. She squirmed again, working my cock around her ass.

“I don’t want a boy pawing me there,” she continued.

“Of course you don’t. You can stay a virgin as long as you want.”

“Oh, I’m not a virgin,” she purred. “A man took care of that.”

She shifted on my lap, leaning up, her thighs straddling me. She sat back down on my lap, my hard cock pressing right between her thighs—right against that hot groove between her legs. She writhed again, grinding on me.

“I don’t need a boy fucking me. Just a man with a hard cock.”

“What are you doing, Songbird?” I asked, swallowing. Her innocent face transformed into something hungry and predatory.

“You haven’t given me my birthday present yet, Daddy. I can feel it. Let me unwrap it.”

Her hands slid down my muscular chest, leaving trails of fire.

“You got to stop, Songbird. I love your mom.”

“So do I,” she smiled. “But it’s my birthday, not hers.”

Her fingers reached the waistband of my boxers, dipping in.

“You can’t be doing this. It is so wrong. I’m your step-father.”

“Umm, my daddy!” Her pussy ground down hard on me and a shudder wracked her body. “That’s what makes this so right.”

Her fingers worked in, brushing the tip of my hard cock. I groaned.

“You have to get off me right now.” I seized her shoulders, lifting her up.

She ripped my boxers down, my cock springing out between her thighs. She grasped me between her warm hands, stroking up and down my shaft. I groaned as her fingers smeared my precum about the tip of my cock.

“Are you sure I should stop?” she asked. “It feels like I interrupted you before you finished jerking off.” She glanced at the screen and giggled. “She looks a lot like me. Were you jerking it and pretending you were fucking me?”

“No.”

“Liar,” she giggled, her finger tracing the rim of my cock; I groaned. “No fantasizing for you tonight. You get to experience the real thing.”

I kept telling myself that this was so wrong. That I loved my wife. That Melody was practically a child. She only turned eighteen today. But the feel of her finger caressing my dick was driving out everything but the fact there was a hot, nubile temptress on my lap and I needed to get laid.

My cock won.

My hands found her perky tits, squeezing them through her dress. They were firm and pliant, her nipples hard points. She moaned and shuddered, throwing her head back and letting out such a moan of delight.

“Oh, Daaadddy!”

His cock throbbed in her grip.

She shifted her hips, pushing forward and moving his cock beneath her skirt. She slid it against her supple thigh, guiding it up to that apex where her youthful cunt lay. She wasn’t wearing panties. I shuddered as she rubbed the tip through her forbidden pussy.

It was time to taste her fruit.

I seized her hips and shoved her down on my cock. Her brown eyes shot open. “You’re so big, Daddy!”

And she was so tight.

Every inch of me was engulfed by tight, forbidden cunt. Hot and juicy, wrapping around me like silk. She ground her hips, working her clit into my crotch as her hands seized the hem of her dress and ripped it over her head, throwing it to the floor.

“Shit!” I groaned at the unveiling of her perfect, ripe breasts. “So perfect, Songbird.”

“Thanks, Daddy,” she giggled.

I leaned forward and sucked one of those pink nipples into my lips. Her pussy squeezed down on my cock as I sucked. My hands slid down her smooth side, reaching behind her to that wonderful, bubbly ass, kneading her cheeks, then lifting her up my had shaft, her pussy griping me tight.

“Oh, Daddy! Um, your cock feels so wonderful inside me!”

I sucked harder at her nipple.

She giggled. “I can tell how much you love your little songbird’s pussy!”

Her hips worked harder, faster, her pussy lubed by her excitement as she slid up and down on me. Our flesh slapped together, the chair creaking as she rode me. And she sang out every time she impaled herself fully upon me, her back arching, her hands squeezing my shoulders.

“So wonderful, Daddy! Fuck me! Love me!”

The front door opened.

Panic seized me.

“You got to get off,” I cried out, seizing her hips and trying to pull her off my cock.

“No! I don’t want to.”

I was dead. My wife was going to kill me.

My cock was buried in heaven.

“What is going on out here?” my wife asked with a purr, a hint of excitement in her voice.

“It’s not what it looks like,” I gasped.

“It looks like our daughter is riding your cock and singing her joy.”

“He’s so big, Mama-bird!” Melody cried out. “So wonderful.”

My wife crossed the room, pushing her bleached-blonde hair off her shoulders, a smile on her beautiful face. She perched on the arm of my chair, putting one arm around her daughter. They looked so much alike. The pair leaned together, their lips meeting in an incestuous kiss.

“Holy shit!” I groaned, my balls tightening.

Their tongues flicked together, then my wife reached out and cupped her daughter’s breast, pinching that same nipple I had just sucked on. If it was forbidden for me to fuck my step-daughter, then it was absolutely taboo for her mother to be kissing her.

Melody’s pussy squeezed down on my cock and she moaned into her mother’s lips. She slammed her pussy down on my cock. She was cumming, her wonderful sheath massaging my cock, eager for every little drop of my cum.

She kept riding me, breaking her kiss with her mother to moan, “Oh, Mama-bird, thank you for sharing his cock with me.”

“Anything for my songbird,” my wife cooed. “It’s your birthday, after all.”

“What’s going on?” I groaned.

“We met this man at the mall,” Laura answered. “And he showed me and our daughter just how much we loved each other.”

“It’s so much!” Melody gasped. “Mama-bird taste so wonderful, and she really knows how to eat pussy.”

The image of my wife burying her face between my step-daughter’s thighs shot through me. My cock erupted, basting her youthful pussy with load after load of my cum. I groaned, shaking on the chair, then I fell back.

“I think Daddy likes the idea.”

“Definitely, songbird.” My wife leaned in and gave me a kiss, then her lips moved down to my ear. “I hope you don’t mind, but now you got two hot women to make love to.”

“How could I mind?” I groaned as Melody slid off me, my cum dribbling out of her pussy to run down her thighs.

My wife laughed, leaning back and pulling off her blouse. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath it. I hadn’t noticed when she got dressed, but she hadn’t bothered with underwear. “You two set this up.”

“Guilty,” Laura smiled, leading Melody to the couch, then she pushed her daughter down. “Umm, you two made a mess and I guess I have to clean it up. Like usual.”

“Come on, Mama-bird, lick my pussy clean!”

“Gladly.”

My cock twitched as I watched a mother bury her face between her daughter’s thighs, lapping up my cum. Melody moaned, her fingers squeezing her pink nipples as my wife’s tongue bathed through her pussy. My wife’s skirt-covered ass wiggled as she ate out her daughter.

“Are you coming back to life, Daddy?”

“I think so,” I groaned, stroking my cock, still sticky with my step-daughter’s cunt.

“Incest may be nature’s Viagra,” giggled my wife, her lips stained with pussy cream and cum. She reached back and pulled up her skirt. No panties.

I moved behind her, tugging on her clit piercing—she gasped into her daughter’s pussy. I stroked my cock again, shuddering as I brushed the sensitive tip with my palm. I ached, but I was hard and throbbing again. I needed to fuck my wife.

“Honey!” she moaned into Melody’s pussy when I buried my cock into her.

She wasn’t as tight as Melody, but she was as warm and wet, and she knew how to squeeze down and work her pussy on a cock. Her hips fucked back, twisting and writhing, swirling around my shaft. My wife new how to fuck.

“Pound Mama-bird’s dirty cunt! Every time you bury into her, she moans into me.” Melody shuddered. “It’s so wonderful!”

I stared in to my step-daughter’s eyes as I fucked her mother, reveling in the taboo thrill of this evening. This was going to be our lives from now on. I sped up my thrust, Laura’s ass rippling when our flesh slapped together.

“Who was the man that showed you how much you loved each other?”

“Mark!” Melody groaned, her body shuddering on her mother’s lips, those wonderful, perky breasts jiggling. “Oh, yes, Mama-bird!”

Melody’s orgasm spurred me on. I seized a fistful of my wife’s bleached-blonde hair, ripping her face away from her daughter’s cumming pussy. I leaned over and kissed her lips, tasting Melody’s wonderful musk as I pounded her pussy.

“Dirty whore,” I groaned when I broke the kiss. “You’re a bad, filthy mother that eats her daughter’s cunt!”

“I am!” she groaned. “Such a filthy whore!”

Her pussy convulsed about my cock. I loved making her cum.

“Flood Mama-bird’s pussy!” moaned Melody as she lounged on the couch. “Then it’s my turn to lick her clean!”

I erupted.

“So, how did he convince you?” I asked as I pulled out of my wife’s hole.

Laura shrugged. “I don’t know. He’s kinda more than human. When he speaks, you just want to obey.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Melody declared, throwing her arms around the pair of them. “Now let’s get to bed and have some more fun! It’s my birthday!”

Mark had changed our lives. I really needed to meet this guy and thank him. I had a hot, barely legal slut and a horny, gorgeous MILF to keep me company—the best of both worlds. I needed to shake his hand.

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