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DADDY’S LITTLE JEWEL — Chapter I: Unexpected Luster

Waiver Note: The following story is a completely fictitious narrative and is pure fantasy. This chapter involves graphic sexual descriptions between an adult man and his teenage daughter. The whole of this novella consists of multiple adults and teens (several of them family members) having sex with one another, written in a similar fashion. If the topic is not of interest or offensive to you, please cease reading immediately and just move on. Your opinions are your own.

I should also mention that in my writing I strive to incorporate a strong (sometimes longwinded) storyline, complete with several developed characters and a detailed background. In addition, I sometimes make use of an extensive and broad vocabulary. If all you’re looking for is a quick, simple sex story, my ideas probably won’t interest you.

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- seltra

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Glowing summer rays filtered in through the window as I lay on my bed, with no bedding and no clothes, just a sticky, white cream covering my hand and splattered across my torso. Great, I thought, now I need to get it out of my chest hair. It’s not like it was unexpected. What else can a guy anticipate from relieving his own morning wood? Usually, my breathtakingly gorgeous wife took care of things like that, often beginning before I even had a chance to wake up. Not the case today.

Damn, how I missed her! With Kelly gone, I was longing painfully for that void to be filled again. It was nearly excruciating, and it had only been four days! Though, what else could I do to cope? This sexual farce I had just attempted was certainly not a replacement. It felt good, but it just wasn’t the same.

To clarify, we hadn’t separated and she hadn’t passed away – both of which I am thankful for every day. No, rather, she was taking a month-long vacation. A friend of hers she worked with had entered a draw sponsored by a radio station in town. Having won a pair of tickets and being divorced for several years now, she invited my wife to enjoy the Caribbean cruise that was offered. When Kelly left that morning, she had promised, “Don’t look so depressed, David. Don’t worry; I’ll be back before you know it.” Her twinkling blue eyes showed her sincerity.

Well, I already knew it, and what’s more, my sexual cravings certainly did also. We had always given each other the time and means to fly on our own, while remaining committed to each other. I certainly wasn’t about to restrain her from enjoying herself. However, we were both so prone to want some sexual intimacy with one another that we would find ourselves making love at least twice a day, often as much as three or four if we could find time away from our occupations and kids. We’d been apart from one another before, and able to cope with it – but rarely ever this long.

Sure, we’d miss making love on occasion every now and again. If ever there was a two-day gap, though, it was time for a serious discussion about why one or the other was holding out. Some debates were far more heated than others – either with sex or with anger – but we always made amends and somehow worked things out. It was therefore a matter of pride to me to have been married twenty years now, still maintaining that passionate spark between us despite the busy lives we led. Our lives had always been filled with events of some kind. It had been like that as long as I could remember.

In high school, I knew I wanted to do something productive and challenging – for me at least. I found I had an almost natural talent at handling money, and in my senior year decided to head to college and become an accountant upon graduating. It was during that year that Kelly moved with her family to our small town. Although she was a sophomore, I knew the instant I laid eyes on her that she was the one for me. Her golden blonde hair, her deep blue eyes, her exciting personality, her passion for life; everything about her was perfect.

We dated until I graduated, and kept in close contact after I was accepted at and moved to a nearby college. Usually every few weekends I’d make the drive to see family and spend some time with Kelly. Being so social, she’d had no problems making friends – or attracting other guys in my absence. There were a few close calls, but I kept in her life just successfully enough that she never forgot about me.

I wasn’t entirely innocent on the flirtation front either; I had a few small relationships in college, too, but I just never found anyone as spectacular as Kelly. Many men ask how I was able to woo such a trophy wife. I attribute it to her being young and naive – and totally in love with me. Still, I could never be happier with any other woman.

I proposed to her the night she graduated and we were married only a couple months after to the delight (and strong urging) of both of our parents. We’d had some very lustful moments while we dated – both with one another and the others we had been with – but nothing could have compared to that amazing and passionate intimacy we shared together that first night as husband and wife.

We’d always been careful exploring our sexual natures, knowing that one moment of neglect could lead to an unexpected pregnancy. Before we were married, neither of us was prepared for that. After, well…we weren’t quite as strict in our prevention as before. A baby surprise package – our son, Will – arrived a couple weeks after our first anniversary. Thought it wasn’t specifically the plan, we were overjoyed to have him.

Some time afterwards, Kelly and I decided we were intent on having our children each about two years apart or so. A couple months after Will’s second birthday, our second bundle of joy arrived; another son we named Broc. Just more than two years later, our third child was born, our only daughter, Julie. That was when Kelly and I decided that we were finished. Three children were enough. Getting clipped and snipped, there would be no more offspring for us.

Those years in college were highly challenging, balancing studies and family life. By the time I graduated, all three of our children had been born. Finances were very tight sometimes, leading to more than one argument between Kelly and me, but we always found ways to make ends meet and keep our family together. Both of us had seen our parents get divorced, and neither of us was anxious to put our children through the hell it can cause.

Over the next several years, I worked my way up the accounting ranks. By the time I was 32, an avid coworker of mine and I decided to venture out on our own, setting up our own accounting firm – and becoming quite successful within a few years. Because of our dedicated work, we were both making substantial incomes despite any setbacks that plagued us (and there were several).

One of the great things I quickly found about owning the firm was that I was able to work from home. It wasn’t uncommon for me to use my home office instead of actually going downtown. Plus, I’d usually try to take Fridays off, taking care of some business in the mornings if necessary and only showing up to the office if absolutely necessary. I enjoyed the fantastic liberty of being home instead of putting in fewer hours slugging it out with endless numbers at work. It was a great feeling to have produced both time and money for myself.

That same year also marked a revolutionary year for my wife. As Julie began first grade, Kelly and I discussed the possibility of her achieving a goal she had been dreaming of in high school, and had been planning before children arrived so soon. She had always been dedicated to health and fitness, and now there was the opportunity for her to become a fitness instructor. Although Kelly was by no means out of shape – especially for being 30 and having three children – I was neither hesitant nor wanted to inhibit her in this endeavour. It would certainly keep her active, and assist me in that aspect to be sure!

Within a few years, Kelly had also ventured off solo and had begun organizing a small fitness organization with a relatively solid and recurrent clientele. I was very proud of her, and encouraged her every expansion of the business.

Through it all, it’s a wonder that our children never felt neglected. Well, perhaps they did, but their spirits never appeared overly dismal. Keeping active in school, sports and social activities occupied their minds, I suppose. We would always strive to arrange a couple interesting activities each week (besides dinner) to do as a family. It kept us relatively close, comfortable and open with one another. We would all share our triumphs and tragedies, keeping us all on the same page.

As Will grew, he became something of a scholastic workaholic. There were times I’d have to force him outside to get some fresh air. He was a brilliant kid; I’ll definitely give him that. Straight A’s in school were the norm for him, and he would often be very discouraged with anything less. A parental word or two with him was a common theme, encouraging him not to give up, but become better on the next attempt.

Balance eventually came as he discovered a passion for swimming in his freshman year. All through high school, he strove to be the best, and often was in his swim meets. With a fitness instructor for a mother, his stamina and strength were nearly unmatched. Kelly pushed him hard – to the limits sometimes – but never so hard as to drive him over the edge.

The only unfortunate circumstance with Will is that his social life was sacrificed in lieu of training for swimming and his dedicated study habits. He’d had a couple girlfriends in high school, and he did have a small, close circle of friends, but nothing more notable than that. I was certainly proud of him and all he’d achieved, but I wondered how he’d fair beginning college on a swimming scholarship in the fall. Being 19 now, he had already moved out a few weeks ago and appeared to be doing just fine thus far.

Broc, our second son, was more like his father than I was willing to admit in both looks and behaviour, even at 17. If the sport had a ball, he’d master it in hours. Despite his natural sporting talent, he had his favourites: rugby, football and soccer. In fact, the day before my wife had departed for her vacation, Broc had left for a month-long rugby camp. With flight schedules, he’d likely be arriving home the same day Kelly returned.

When he was only in middle school, Broc was increasingly the centre of attention. He was the partier. He was the socializer. He was the womanizer. On many occasions over the last few years, Broc had pulled me aside for advice and counsel on how approach the opposite sex which I was more than happy to give. I knew he was having a lot of sex, but with which girl which week was difficult to keep up on. However, to either of my sons, I would never cease to emphasize two points: first, if ever she says no, you back off immediately; second, if they ever get a girl pregnant, they would be the one I abort, not my grandchild. I think I was successful in getting the message across.

As with Will, Broc excelled at sports, again largely due to the rigourous training their mother would put them through. He was fast, he was strong and he was eager. Though he may not have maintained as high an academic average as his older brother, his grades were in the B-range and both Kelly and I considered that nonetheless excellent.

Our 15-year-old daughter, Julie – or Jewels as we often call her – is the absolute apple of my eye. The spitting image of her mother, with the exception of eye and hair colour, and she never ceases to amaze me. She keeps excellent grades, most often A’s like Will. However, she also keeps herself dedicated in sports, like Broc, particularly volleyball and track. Despite these calls for her attention, she keeps herself social and available for the occasional and casual relationship. Basically, take the personality highlights of both my sons, put them together and you have Julie.

A few years ago, Julie began asking those dreaded questions about members of the other gender in her life. I redirected her to Kelly, who was more than happy to answer them. I was more happy not to. The things I know about how wonderful women can be don’t extend to them maintaining that wonderful nature. That’s another reason I’m overjoyed to have Kelly in my life.

And right now, I was missing her terribly.

It wasn’t just the female companionship, but the compatibility she had with Julie, as well. With Kelly on her cruise, Will moved out and Broc away at rugby camp, it was just Julie and me this month. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I was uncomfortable around Julie or didn’t want to spend time with her. I was just more afraid of having to fill both parenting roles over the next few weeks than anything else. I was just hoping that I was strong enough to accomplish that, moreso mentally than physically. I more or less had physical down pat.

I looked down at my body again being bathed in the summer sunlight. At 39, I was still decently muscular, weighing in at 215 lbs and standing 6’3”. I still had defined abs and reasonable tone in my chest, legs and arms, all thanks to my wife’s dedication to her profession – and our mutual passion for sex. I couldn’t quite keep up to my teenage sons during sports anymore, but I figured their dear old dad could still give them a run for their money. It had been a while since I had challenged Julie. I hoped I was still capable of that.

Right now, though, my eight-and-a-half inch friend between my legs had expelled several globs of white adhesive onto me before he began settling back down. This actually concerned me a bit. Being quite an open family, our kids weren’t always ones to knock and Julie bursting suddenly through the door filled me with some dread. Besides, I thought, how could she help me with this problem, anyways?

As if on cue, there was a knock at the door. I leaned away from the door and raised my leg, but knew I was hiding almost nothing should my daughter choose to enter.

“Daddy?” her lovely, sweet voice called from the other side. “Hey, I’m making some breakfast. Would you like some?”

“Yeah,” I groaned as I sat up, convinced she wasn’t entering for the moment. “That’d be great, Jewels. Don’t come in, ok? I’m not dressed yet.”

She giggled her charming teenage giggle and responded, “I figured, Daddy. I’m well aware you and Mom sleep naked. I didn’t think you’d stop even if she’d gone. I’ll be downstairs, ok?”

“Yeah,” I agreed again. Her footsteps thudded lightly as she bounded down the stairs to the kitchen.

I sighed, partly in relief, partly to vent my frustration that Kelly wasn’t here. It was true, Kelly and I almost always slept in the nude together. It was easier to make love that way; far less clothing to inhibit us. Retrieving my boxers from the floor with my clean hand, I retreated to our bathroom to wipe myself off.

I chuckled softly to myself as I did so. I had promised Kelly that I wasn’t going to watch porn or even masturbate while she was gone. She had laughed, saying she’d try the same. They were both activities we used for comfort if we were away from each other for a night or so. Hell, we even enjoyed watching a porno flick together every now and again – it frenzied our desires real quick! We knew we’d be starved for physical contact with each other when she returned, but eschewing those activities this month would only heighten the tension.

Four days, I lamented with a chuckle, I couldn’t even last four days. I wondered how Kelly was faring.

Once the evidence of my self-satisfaction was cleared, I began giving my face a splash of water. I began remembering another promise Kelly and I had made to each other long ago. Shortly after we were married, another girl at the college began flirting with me endlessly. I joked about it with Kelly and was shocked when she gave me ‘permission’ to have a little sexual fun with her.

After a lengthy discussion, we decided to trust one another not to run away and still have a bit of extra-marital sex once in a while if we felt we needed it. As long as we always came back to one another at the end of the day, we were contented to acknowledge that, sometimes, frustrations arise in our systems that the other wouldn’t be able to alleviate – at least not on their own, anyways. For example, it’s difficult to quell the desire for a threesome with only the two of us. Why not take care of these desires with someone before they’re a problem?

I considered this, reminiscing on some of the one-night stands I’d had in the last 20 years. Kelly had occasionally had them, too, and probably more often than I had. Affairs, we found, were actually a lot of fun, especially if we were ‘playing the game’ so to speak and trying not to get caught. Whenever it was discovered, we’d both just laugh and usually end up making love right then and there as part of the joke – so long as the kids weren’t around!

Wiping my face with a towel, I mulled over the possibility of maybe having another affair while Kelly was away. Obviously, I couldn’t tolerate only a few days without some sort of sexual release. After a moment, I decided against it unless there was a desperate need and a very good opportunity that presented itself. Kelly would be attempting to drive herself mad without sex so that she’d be in overdrive when she got home. I figured I could play along, though I might ease the pain by myself a little along the way.

I fitted my black boxers over my waistline, giving myself at least some cover for when I followed my daughter downstairs. Like I said, we were a reasonably open family. Parading around one another in underwear was not uncommon. Kelly and I long ago decided that, since we all have bodies, why cover up something so beautiful? We realized that not all families are as liberal and when it came to any of us having company, the rule was to keep covered. Wanting comfort – particularly in the evening – it was usually a tough rule to remind ourselves of and obey when someone was visiting.

We were mindful, though, to discourage full-out nudity. I’ve scolded each of them (including my wife) – and from time to time been scolded by them – on more than one occasion over flaunting ourselves shamelessly in front of each other. Kelly and I understood that our bodies have desires, but to provoke those desires with family members wasn’t something we encouraged. Regardless, it still happened. One member of the family would walk by quickly for whatever reason without anything clothing and members of the opposite sex would turn their heads. It was only natural, but Kelly and I worked to curb it as often as possible.

Leaving my bedroom and descending from the upper level, I could hear Julie hard at work in the kitchen. Whatever she was cooking smelled delicious. She, like her mother, enjoyed making food for the family. Often, we’d find the two of them together in the kitchen preparing something for us to eat – usually some particularly healthy snack and just enough to quell any hunger we may be been experiencing.

When I rounded the end of the staircase and entered the kitchen, I immediately felt blood rush to my loins. Perhaps it was because she looked so much like her mother. Perhaps it was because Kelly had been gone for a few days now and I’d had nothing to settle my desire to mate. Perhaps it was all that and more, but for whatever reason, my daughter looked absolutely stunning that morning, early-rising look and all!

Her slim, athletic build appealed to the innermost basic instincts that a man can have – ones that a father should never entertain about his child and instead crush before they even take root. Still, here I was gazing at my daughter – my 15-year-old Jewel – with a whole new level of attraction. Her toned and sun-kissed legs were marvellously feminine, rising up her 5’5” figure to a firm and solid teenage butt, one that was scarcely covered by a pair of skin-tight, black exercise shorts. Those shorts melded to her loins, describing her sensational pubic region in intricate detail.

Above the shorts’ low-rising hem, more lightly-tanned skin appeared as Julie’s midriff taunted my vision with a discreet view of adolescent flesh. A thin cross section of her solid pubescent abs was revealed, further provoking my animal nature. I couldn’t tear my eyes off her, even as a surge of growth filled my underwear. I wanted more, and my eyes continued their upward climb across my daughter’s maturing body.

A white t-shirt covered her torso, yet left little for the imagination. The sheer fabric clutched her frame, not unlike her shorts below. Every aspect of her features was available for my viewing pleasure, albeit lightly shrouded by cotton. The round, 30C breasts she carried sat firmly and prominently on her chest, unresponsive to gravity. What’s more, the low cut of the shirt’s neckline exposed a healthy amount of delectable teenage cleavage. Beneath, I realized there was no bra; not a single ridge rose up from her appealing body to disturb the image.

What did rise just below the neckline were the dominant areolas protruding from off her curvy breasts. The material was just sheer and tight enough that I could see the darker pink of her nipples announcing themselves beneath the constricting fabric. They were sized just perfectly, and glared back at me as if begging naughtily for a father’s teasing and tasting.

Further up, her square shoulders and toned arms worked on the meal she was preparing. It was entirely evident that she was a bold, self-confident young woman. That in and of itself was immensely attractive; a girl her age so determined to take on the world. The suntanned skin called out for me, and I yearned to have her in my arms and love her with every forbidden passion that a parent must resist.

Finally, crowning her magnificent body was her crafted and undeniably gorgeous face. Flawlessly moulded features comprised its outline, exploding with beauty at every point. Her full lips and mouth, I knew, were designed for receiving the deepest of kisses – kisses that I knew I could produce to delight her. Shoulder-length brown hair coursed across her scalp and flowed down to her back as a single column, being pulled back in a tight ponytail.

Her smooth and full, chocolate-brown eyes met mine. They were filled with adoration for both life and family. It was a magic that I doubted could be replicated. In that instant, it felt as if her whole soul merged with mine, creating a longing deep within. It was a longing that the two of us should betray the social taboo and complete the union, becoming physically and intimately one as father and daughter.

Damn! I confessed to myself. My daughter’s sexier than hell!

“Daddy? Did you hear me?” Julie sounded so far away. At first I only revelled in the majestic sound of her voice, but it snapped me back to reality very quickly. She stared at me expectantly, her powerful auburn eyes burrowing into mine.

“Hmmm…?” I muttered, blinking and shaking my head, feigning sleepiness. “Sorry, Jewels, what was that? Still getting the sleep out of my eyes,” I lied as I rubbed my face.

Julie giggled. “Oh, I see,” she acknowledged, returning her concentration toward the breakfast she was creating. “I asked if you could grab a couple plates for me. I’m almost done here.”

“Yeah, sure,” I complied, taking another brief but satisfying look at her wonderfully-maintained figure. It must be all the care Kelly has her take, I figured. I felt another surge of growth as the bulge between my legs struggled against my will to restrain it. It was everything I could manage not to allow a fully grown erection to emerge. Damn cock, I cursed.

“I’ll bring the food over in a sec if you set things up,” offered Julie with a dazzling smile.

I returned the facial gesture and agreed, “Sounds good to me. We’ll need ketchup and syrup, I suppose, huh?”

“Yup, if you could please. Thanks, Dad.”

“No problem.”

Gathering plates, utensils, and any condiments required for the meal, I made my way to the dining area table and organized a place for both myself and Julie before sitting down. She came over a moment later carrying the food. As she filled the plates with French toast, poached eggs and a couple sausages, she leaned over the table causing her shirt to open for an unrestricted view inside.

Her sweet and full teenage breasts again made their appearance and I was powerless to resist the urge to take in a deep gaze. The golden tan across her strong, young body was remarkable and accentuated every curve I could see through the tunnel her shirt created. The two ripe mounds of tissue hung there, suspended for a moment, again appealing to the most primal wants I had. Oh, those are so beautiful, I thought.

Somehow – I’m not quite sure how – I resisted the urge to remove my daughter’s shirt right then and there. I was very glad I’d already sat down at the table; my bulging manhood was unmistakeable now. I returned my sight to Julie’s face, just in time to see her grin mischievously back, turning from me and returning to the kitchen counter. A wave of sharp surprise and guilt gripped me. Oh, crap! Did she just catch me staring down her shirt? I wondered.

Either way, as she walked, my eyes returned to her, delighting in every sight her fifteen-year-old curves had to offer. The cute bubble bum she sported captivated me as she marched across the floor. With each step, her barely-clad waistline pivoted as only a woman’s does. Damn, what a fine ass my little girl’s got, I noted. My whole body ached with sexual desire. My eyes couldn’t get enough!

She returned soon with a pot of coffee and poured both her and myself a cup. Since beginning to drink coffee a year or so ago, she had become quite proficient in making an excellent brew, and I looked forward to it. Again, she leaned over, almost to an exaggeration, permitting another breathtaking view of her succulent chest. I behaved more fatherly this time, however, and made a greater attempt to concentrate on my mug instead of her body. Still, it was painfully difficult.

We began to talk as we ate. We knew each other well and therefore had enough topics to select that the conversation never waned. Fortunately, the distraction allowed my nerves and desires to settle some. I relaxed as felt my solid member deflating. Grateful for the diversion, I inquired as to how her summer job at the neighbourhood Subway was going.

“Not bad,” Julie noted. “I like it, I suppose. You have to be quick on your toes, that’s for sure. It’s fast-paced, but it gives me experience for keeping up to business when that time will come, won’t it?”

I smiled. Conversations with Julie always delighted me. Out of my three children, it was Julie that was the most ambitious, looking to launch a career for herself, not work for someone else’s. After a while, she shifted the topic towards me and what new accounts I was dealing with at the office.

“Well, we actually just started something exciting – well, for me at least. It’s as exciting as accounting can get, anyways,” I laughed. Julie laughed back and asked me to elaborate. “Well,” I began, “there’s a small restaurant franchise in the area that wants to do some expanding to other cities. They’ve asked us to take a look at their books and expansion portfolio and advise us. Looks profitable, so we’re very excited about what it could hold for us.”

We continued to chat as we finished our meal. Unfortunately, distraction soon became an almost irritatingly constant thing. With every move, Julie’s sultry body flowed in an overpowering way, sending jolts of electricity through me as I watched. As we neared the end of the meal, it didn’t seem to matter anymore what she was doing – sitting, giggling, just moving food to her mouth – every motion captivated me.

I was aware of my cumbersome emotions resurfacing, especially as that old familiar growth under my boxers returned. What was I going to do? I couldn’t just remain here while Julie paraded around the room attending to the chores. Sooner or later I would need to stand and it was that very moment that I feared. What would Julie think of a man lusting after his own daughter – especially when it’s her own father wanting her?

When we were done, Julie cleared up some of the dishes. As soon as her back was turned, I stood up quickly and filled my own hands with some as well. Maybe if I can remain behind her, she won’t notice, I hoped. “I’ll help you here, Jewels,” I offered.

My plan was working – temporarily. As I shimmied behind Julie while she loaded her dishes into the dishwasher, she happened to take a step back. Her firm, round butt collided directly with my groin. I knew it was impossible for her not to sense how rigid my penis had become, but had she been paying attention? Still, the impact had sent a shiver of desire through me. How I ached to pull her close and have it happen again. I fought off the want painfully.

“Sorry, Daddy,” Julie apologized

I soothed, “Don’t worry about it, honey.” I couldn’t let her turn around, not now! Quickly I gestured, “Can you grab the last couple things on the table there?”

To my dread, she looked at me. “Sure,” she agreed. I thought she was none the wiser – until her gaze drifted from my face to where a large tent rose from my crotch. It might as well have been Mt. Everest, being every bit as noticeable. “No problem,” she finished. As she turned to leave, I could have sworn she had pursed her lips into a wry smile. Did she find my predicament funny? Did she realize how deeply conflicted I was right now? I wanted her so badly, but knew that it was unacceptable to try.

Julie finished gathering the remaining items on the table just as my cell phone over on another counter. I was relieved to have an excuse to avoid her at the moment. If we were to run into one another again it could have spelled disaster.

To my dismay, the call ID wasn’t overly encouraging either. “Oh, fantastic,” I complained loudly. “Just want I want today; the office.” I hit answer reluctantly, faking a delighted, “Hello, this is David.”

As I hung up the phone, Julie could see my grim expression. “Everything ok, Dad?” she inquired.

“Just a screw up at work, Jewels, with the paperwork for that client I told you about it. Seems someone didn’t do things up correctly and now they almost want to back out of the deal. Actually, they’re threatening to do just that first thing Monday morning if things aren’t settled by this evening.” I took a deep breath and explained, “The good news is they’re willing to work with us on it, but it has to be settled tonight.”

I walked over to the couch in the living room area, and sat down. Rubbing my face, I sighed in frustration. My boxers were still protruding from my body, though not quite as expressively as before. I didn’t care much now. There was something else to complicate my thoughts now. Putting my head in my hands, I sighed deeply.

“Damn it, we went over those numbers a thousand times! What the hell could possibly be wrong?” I heaved.

After Julie had finished putting the condiments away, she joined me in the living room. Standing behind me, she placed her hands tenderly on my shoulders and began digging in her fingers, making deep, wide circles through the exposed muscles. I groaned. The massage felt good, and I could certainly use it.

“You alright, Daddy?” she whispered. The touch of her hands, the softness of her voice, just her mere presence so close to me was enough to reignite my lust towards her. The difficulties at the office suddenly became second place to reassuring my beautiful daughter. Along with it, my erection grew back to its full size immediately.

I reached up with one hand and held hers. “Yeah, Jewels,” I explained. “Just stressed, I guess.” She kissed the back of my head before letting go of my hand, and then kept massaging. I let my hand fall back to my lap and leaned back, abandoning myself willingly to her skillful kneading.

A moment or so went by before she asked, “You’re really upset that Mom’s out of town, aren’t you?” She was either perceptive or my dismay over Kelly’s absence was that obvious. I decided to try and play it off.

“Well, there’s the crap at the office, too. Besides, your mother’s been gone before. It’s not like we’ve never spent the night alone.”

“I know. But I know how much you two love each other. You guys are, like, always having sex. A night or two would be ok, I suppose, but it must be tough to cope.”

I inhaled fully and let the air release slowly. “Is it really that obvious?”

“Kinda, yeah,” she giggled. “That and I’m just smart!” She emphasized the point with a stronger grip on my shoulders. I chuckled. I had to agree with her there. “I also heard you moaning this morning after I got up. Were you…” Surprise built in my chest again as she finished her sentence. “Were you…jacking off…?” she asked innocently.

“Well…yeah…” was all I could think to respond back. Speaking to Will and Broc about this subject was one thing, but I’d never been overly comfortable discussing sex with Julie. I figured that was something my wife could handle a lot better. Another moment went by before I explained, “When a guy needs release, he does that, Jewels.”

She inhaled sharply. “I know,” she replied. She shifted her concentration to my upper back.

I let our discussion hang in the air for a moment before breaking the silence again. I sighed deeply once more before complimenting her handiwork. “That feels great, Jewels. What did I do to deserve this?”

Julie’s hands stopped and slid across my skin as she embraced me from behind, hugging me tightly. I reached up and held her arms, returning the affection.

“Oh, nothing really,” she confessed. “Can’t I just give my dad a shoulder massage to lift his spirits?”

I smiled and embraced her arms more tightly. “I suppose,” I admitted.

Julie kissed me on the cheek and then moved her mouth directly beside my ear. “Can I do something else for you, Daddy?” she whispered.

My eyes widened. She couldn’t mean what I thought she did, could she? I knew what she meant, but attempted to redirect her words. “I don’t know if there’s anything you really can do, honey,” I told her. “I need to get changed soon and get downtown to figure out what’s going on.” It was futile.

“No, no. It’s an idea that I’ve already come up with,” Julie explained. She released her hug and walked around the couch, kneeling in front of me. Putting her hands on my knees, she leaned forward and looked directly into my eyes. “I want you to be relaxed, Daddy. I don’t want you to be stressed out when you go to work.”

Just beyond her face was the opening of Julie’s shirt. I could again see right down there, the womanly curves on her chest again filling my view. Oh, hell, I thought, there are her boobs again. My heart raced. I could feel the fight or flight response filling me now, more than ever. I knew I had to resist – yet, I didn’t want to. I couldn’t resist anymore. Here was my fifteen-year-old daughter – my own flesh and blood – offering herself to me. Yielding to her offer, I took her head in my hands and leaned forward.

Our lips connected. An outpouring of forbidden love and passion issued between us. When we parted, I asked, “Well, what do you mean?”

Julie sat back on her feet, smiling coyly at me. She reached down and gripped the hem of her skin-tight t-shirt. “I mean this, Daddy,” she announced softly and, with that, lifted her arms above her head, removing her shirt and exposing her youthful body fully to my view. “I love you.”

No more imagining. No more wishing. No more wanting. My teenage daughter had bared herself to me, revealing a pair of the most exquisite breasts I had ever seen. She rose up again, leaning on my chest and began kissing my body as she descended. I could feel the stiffness of her nipples rub across me as she left no patch of my skin unexplored, explaining her designs to me the whole way down.

“I know you…have been…watching me…this morning…Daddy,” she cooed, kissing my body at every pause. She took one of my nipples in her teeth and gently bit, giggling at her actions. I smiled and placed a hand on her head as she continued to descend. “Did you…like what…I was wearing?”

I could only hum my appraisal.

When Julie reached my waist, she smiled up at me again. Grabbing the elastic of my boxers, she began tugging. Against my better judgment, I lifted myself up to assist her as she removed the article of clothing and tossed them to the side. My manhood – the very tool I’d used to create her – was now sitting directly in front of her.

She breathed lightly along the shaft of my rigid member. A shiver ran through me as the overwhelming anticipation grew. She reached out with her tongue and slowly, inch by inch, ran the muscle along the length of my engorged pike. When she reached the crown, she again whispered, “I love you, Daddy.” Then, she closed her mouth around me and slowly guided her head up and down.

“OHHH!” I shouted as her full lips engulfed my sexual rod. The pleasure was almost too much for one man to take! Surges of incredible pleasure filled me as Julie’s mouth and one hand rubbed along my most sensitive digit, releasing all the pent-up sexual tension of the past four days. Her other hand caressed my chest, the fingernails gingerly digging into my skin.

My breathing became shallow and erratic. “Oh, Jewels…” I huffed, caressing the back of her head with one hand. “Oh…Jewels…! Ohhh…yeah…! Oh, baby…! Oh, my…baby girl…! Hmmm… Julie…OH…!”

Her tongue felt every crevice of my penile skin in her mouth as it whirled around creating sensations that I had all but forgotten! The slow, even speed she used to pleasure me was insanely gratifying. I couldn’t imagine anything more exquisite, more heavenly, in the entire world than my own child pleasuring me!

I could only groan in delight, feeling her mouth make pass after pass over the head of my manliness. “Jewels…oh, Jewels…! Mmmm… Ohhh… Yeah… I’m…gonna cum, baby…ohhh… I’m gonna cum…!”

She increased her grip and rhythm slightly, intensifying the sensations. I lifted myself off the couch, thrusting upwards to meet the wonderful treatment that was being offered. I leaned my head over the back of the couch, grabbing the sides with both hands and clenching my eyes shut as the wonderful climax overtook me. One of Julie’s hands – I didn’t care which – began lightly fondling the delicate sack underneath. That was all it took – I was sent straight into overdrive!

“Julie…! Oh, Ju…Ju…! Honey…! OHHH… AH…AHHH…! MMMM!” I grunted, launching a powerful series of shots containing my seed down my daughter’s throat. The pumping action of her mouth didn’t cease. “JULIE!!! OHHH!!!” I cried out as the last shots fired.

I looked down at Julie. Somehow, she seemed much more to me now than just my fifteen-year-old daughter. With a loud pop, she released my settling manhood. She finished licking off what remained of my juices. “Mmmm! Daddy’s juice, straight from Daddy’s cock,” she giggled.

I put a hand on her cheek again. “Oh, Julie,” I expressed breathlessly. “Don’t tell your mother, but I think that rivals any blow job she has ever given me.” Julie smiled, biting her bottom lip, happily accepting the compliment. “Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome, Daddy. Thank you for letting me. Feel better now?”

I inhaled deeply a few times, catching my breath. “Yeah…” I confessed, “I think I can go into work a happier man today.”

The sweet laugh Julie gave was a joy to hear. She leapt up on the couch beside me, sitting against the opposite arm so she could face me. “I’m glad I could help you, Daddy. I, like, tried everything this morning to get you to ask me for something like this, but you just wouldn’t. I finally decided to do something about it myself.”

“Glad you did,” I responded, sitting myself against the other armrest. “Just one question,” I posed.

She looked back at me in surprise. Her teenage breasts caught my attention. They still taunted me, but I wasn’t so desperate now. I could satisfy them later. “What are you wondering?” she responded.

“Just where did you learn to be so – what’s the word I’m looking for – proficient at giving head?”

“Um…” she paused and bit her lips. Her eyes glanced around sheepishly and her cheeks immediately flushed a light shade of pink. Was it really that embarrassing? “Well, it’s kind of a long story. Actually, you might get mad.”

“Oh, Jewels,” I reassured her, “after what you just did for me? I’m just curious. I won’t get upset.”

She gazed at me timidly with her precious, seemingly innocent brown eyes.


Neighbours Part 3

Neighbours Part 3

3.01 Neighbourhood Sex Therapy:
3.02 Consultation:
3.03 Ian meets Aron:
3.04 Ian Enema, Hair Removal, Rectal Preparation:
3.05 Ian loses his virginity:
3.06 Ruth and the Recliner:
3.07 Epilogue:

3.01 Neighbourhood Sex Therapy:

John had moved in with Mary and Sara and was leasing his house to a co-worker. They were relaxing on the front porch enjoying a nice Saturday morning and Sara was in her room doing her normal thing on the internet. They were discussing an email that they had received from the coordinator which was addressed to all the residents that were part of the neighborhood's 'circle of enlightenment'.

>> I have received numerous emails from outside the 'circle' enquiring if
>> sexual therapy is available. The problems range from shyness, to sexual
>> frustration, to sexual confusion. Some emails were from teens that were
>> being raised by 'Victorian' or domineering parents.
>> If anyone feels that they could help these individuals, please let me know.

They were planning on doing some renovations to the house and could include the portioning the basement with a 'special' room. It was actually two rooms joined together by a one-way mirrored wall, one for the session and the other for observing.

The session room contained a double sized bed, open bathroom with walking shower. A locked cabinet contained, drugs, shower caps, depilatories, enemas and bottles of soft liquid soap. Ample space on either side and in front of the bed was used for 'devices' such as a gym-like mattress with support rail, Sybians and Harnesses.

The observation room was a bit more elaborate. Three customized recliners were in front of the mirror with a long plush sofa behind the recliners. Along the sides of the room was a wet bar, a locked cabinet containing various drugs and a walk-in bathroom/shower. The custom recliners were equipped with unique sexual options.

As the rooms were nearing completion, John thought it would be a good idea to equip the session room with HD cameras and the observation room with HD monitors. The atmosphere of the session room could be change by adjusting the lights over the bed and a sound system that would play soft romantic mood music to help calm the nervous 'subjects'.

The coordinator was informed that use of the room was available to any member that needed a private location for a therapy session. A PDF file was attached which described in detail the contents and the layout of the rooms.

3.02 Consultation:

Ian's problem came to his mother's attention when she found a pair of her panties stuffed in his pajamas. After finding a slip in the back of a drawer, Ruth check his computer and found a list of web sites that specialized in the display of girls clothing and sites that were dedicated to young male Gays. Not knowing how to confront him, Ruth consulted with a psychiatrist. She was told that Ian was in conflict with his sexuality and related himself more to girls than to boys. Ian confided in the doctor that he liked the feel of his mother's panties and that he didn't like the roughness nor language of other boys his age or older. He also admitted that he had never masturbated but has had some strange dreams. Two months later, Ruth's suspicions were confirmed, her son's feminine side was pushing him toward a Gay life style.

She confided in a friend who suggested that she contact the neighbourhood coordinator via email and explain Ian's condition to him. She was pleasantly surprised with the rapid response to her email. It contained a PDF attachment explaining what the neighborhood's sexual therapy program was and how it would work with Ian. She would be contacted by a man named Dan who would arrange a meeting between the both of them.

Ruth received an email from Dan saying he would be more than happy to help Ian. The session would be done in a house that was setup just for this purpose. The owner's name was Mary and he suggested that they meet at her house at 10:00 am the following day.

A nervous Ruth arrived at Mary's house. Mary immediately put Ruth at ease and the three sat around the kitchen table talking and getting to know each other. When Dan felt Ruth was ready, he talked about Ian. Ruth told them about the clothing she found in her son's bedroom, the sites on the internet and Ian's visits with a psychiatrist. Dan told Ruth that a young friend of his, Aron, would help Ian experience a Gay, sexual session. Ian could then decide if a Gay lifestyle was really what he wanted. Mary said the session would be held here in a 'special' room in the basement and Ian could stop the session at any time.

Mary saw the uncertainty on Ruth's face and suggested they go downstairs and see where this would all take place. They walked down into the basement and into the viewing room. Mary turned on the lights in both rooms including the HD monitors. Ruth saw the session room through the mirror and on the monitor. She saw the plush recliners and sofa and wondered how many people were going to be watching. Mary read her thoughts and said,

"You will be the only person in the room. Aron will be the only person with Ian."

A relieved Ruth sat down on the center recliner and looked into the session room.

Mary smiled at Ruth and said,

"The room behind the mirror isn't the only room where sexual enjoyment can be experienced. This room and these recliners are designed to satisfy the viewer."

Ruth looked at Mary with a puzzled look. Mary went to the recliner beside Ruth and flipped open the end of the right arm rest. Ruth saw ten buttons.



P1 6.00" x 1.50"
P2 6.75" x 2.25"
P3 8.00" x 3.00"


B1 32
B2 34
B3 36



Mary pressed FEMALE, P2, B2, C1, TEST.

Ruth's eyes opened wide when she saw a labia shaped, gel-like mass, rise up from the seat with its lips opening and closing as though they were trying to to find something to suck on. A phallic slipped upward between the gel folds and began a rhythmic stroking action. At the top of massager, a clitoral tube formed and extended outward. At the same time, two extensions moved out from either side of the recliner with gel-like pouches attached to the ends of the extensions. Moving Laser beams could be seen from the cushion and arm rests as as they searched for their targets.

Mary let the recliner do its thing for a few moments and then pressed STOP.

Ruth hadn't had sex since her husband had died over two years ago and Mary saw the flushness spread across Ruth's face.

Ruth composed herself and asked,

"When would it be a convenient time to bring Ian?"

Mary smiled and Dan said,

"Tomorrow is Saturday and no school, how about around 10:00am. I suggest that you do not tell Ian what is going to happen. Aron is very good in the art of persuasion."

Mary pointed to the side bar which held glasses and beverages with a drawer labeled 'Stimulants and Accessories'.

"You may help yourself to anything that suits your fancy or needs."

3.03 Ian meets Aron:

Aron arrived early and Mary showed him the session room in the basement and unlocked the cabinet with all the 'accessories'. Aron undressed and Mary handed him robe. When Ruth and Ian arrived, all saw the entranced look on Ian's face when he met Aron for the first time. Both were the same age, same height and both had the same smooth, feminine characteristics.

Aron whispered something in Ian's ear and Ian smiled and nodded. Ruth saw Aron take her son's hand and lead him downstairs into the basement. Ruth somewhat puzzled looked at Mary who said,

"They are going to be just fine together. Why don't you go down to the viewing room and make yourself comfortable. I have unlocked the drawer to the 'stimulants'."

Ruth did so and Mary joined Sara in the den where all the HD cameras and audio were controlled from.

Mary saw Ruth enter the viewing room and sit down on the center recliner. Ruth looked at the end of the recliner's right arm rest and remembered what Mary had shown her. Mary smiled when she saw Ruth's eyes gaze at all the options. Ruth stood up, undressed and went to the drawer marked 'stimulants'. She picked out a package labeled 'Arousal Enhancers' and drank them down. She returned to the recliner and nestled onto the plush cushion.

Ian looked around the room and then at the bed. It finally dawned on him that there was a reason that his mother had brought him here and a feeling of nervousness spread across his mind. Aron went to the cabinet and returned with a cup of water laced with a fast acting drug that would relax Ian and make him 'open to suggestion'.

Aron said,

"Its Ok Ian, drink these down, it will relax you."

Ian said,

"I don't think I want to-do this .. I want to go home."

Aron said,

"I am here to help you. I was in the same position you are in now and know what you are going through. Also, and most importantly, you can stop at any time, with no questions asked."

Ian hesitantly drank down the contents of the cup. They sat down on the edge of bed and talked. Soon Aron could sense the drug was taking effect and told Ian how he would dress in his sister's panties and slips. Ian giggled when Ian told him of the fateful day she caught him with his hard penis pushing the silk panties outward.

Aron stood up and beckoned Ian to stand up. He removed his robe and Ian looked in wonder at Aron's smooth, hairless body. His eyes locked onto Aron's penis and testicles as they swayed between his thighs and an achy warmth spread into his balls and his penis tingled.

Ian started to unbutton his shirt and Aron smiled and said,

"Let me do your undressing for you."

A docile Ian smiled and nodded.

Aron began undressing Ian. First his shoes and socks, then his shirt. He knelt down in front of Ian and undid the belt to his pants, undid the waist button and pulled down the zipper. The pants fell to his ankles and Ian stepped out of them.

Aron smiled when he saw a 'tent' forming in Ian's underwear. He looked up and saw an embarrassed flush spreading across Ian's face. Aron ran the palm of his hand over the protruding thickness and it throbbed through the fabric into his hand. A soft gasp was heard from Ian and moist spot appeared at the tip of the 'tent'.

Ian couldn't stop his member from jumping against Aron's massaging hand.

"Oh .. Aron!"

Aron pulled the elastic waist band out and over Ian's hardness and another sigh was heard as the tight confines of Ian's underwear released his erection and it sprung into the air.

Aron smiled and whispered,

"Now that has to feel better!"

Ian just smiled and nodded his head.

Aron pushed the underwear down his legs and Ian stepped out of them.

Aron reached out with both hands and lifted Ian's bloating testicles with a light massaging action. The exquisite feelings were heightened knowing that someone else was touching him 'down there' and an excited moan escaped Ian's open mouth.


Aron lifted his head and smiled at Ian. His right hand left Ian's balls and pressed a finger against the sensitive underside of Ian's excited gland. Ian's hips bucked at the ecstatic contact and his hands grasped Aron's shoulders for support. Aron's finger never lost contact as Ian's hips thrust his engorged erection onto Aron's swirling finger. Ian's preseminal fluid was oozing onto his excited gland and Aron's slick finger pressed harder against the glistening head of the erection. Ian's breathing was becoming faster and his contortions more urgent as Aron's pressing finger pushed him toward his orgasmic trip point. Ian's 16 year old body was feeling sensations that he had never felt before and a delicious pressure was building at the base of his erection.

"Ohh!! Ohh!! Ohh!!"

Aron whispered,

"Ejaculate for me Ian."

Ian's mind was totally saturated with joy and Aron's words triggered his orgasm. The ecstatic pressure pulsed up his straining erection. It stalled when it reached his highly agitated gland and Ian gasped for air as his liquid joy swirled around the sensitive head of his erection and then spewed out of the puckering slit.


The long thick stream flew high into the air and splattered back down onto Aron's wrist and hand. Aron palmed Ian's spewing gland and the diminishing spurts and drools flooded onto his palm and down along the surface of the straining erection.

"Ohh! Aronnnnnnnnn!"

Aron saw Ian's penis slowly soften and stood up.

"There are some things we have to-do to prepare you for your new sexuality. Do you want to continue or do we stop now."

Ian smiled, something told him that his life was about to change,

"I will do whatever you tell me to-do."

Ruth smiled, as did Mary and Sara.

Aron drew close to Ian. He saw Aron's face coming closer to his and he knew that he was going to be kissed by a boy for the first time. He closed his eyes and waited. Their lips touched and Aron ran his tongue along Ian's parted lips. Ian trembled with anticipation when he felt Aron's tongue slip into his mouth and touch his tongue. Again that wonderful feeling of someone doing something to him for the first time flooded his mind.

Ina moaned softly into Aron's mouth,


As both tongues played with each other, Ian's excitement caused his penis to tingle and stir. Aron felt it push up between their bodies and his own penis stirred and grew erect. Ian felt Aron's throbbing erection press against his own and a louder moan was heard.


The broke the kiss and Aron whispered,

"Let's get you ready."

3.04 Ian Enema, Hair Removal, Rectal Preparation:

Ian was led to the large open bathroom.

Aron said,

"Ok. Ian honey, lets get the unpleasant thing over first. I am going to give you an enema."

He opened a drawer on the vanity and removed the Fleet enema and had Ian lean against the vanity and spread his legs wide apart. The embarrassed 16 year old suddenly realized what Aron was going to do and closed his eyes hoping it would be quick. He flinched slightly as Aron inserted the three inch 'Fleet' nozzle into his rectum and squeezed the bottle. He moaned in discomfort as the solution filled his lower bowel.

Aron whispered softly,

"Ian, wait as long as you can."

Ian did so and when the pressure became to much to bear, he sat down on the toilet and expelled the contents of his lower bowel.

Aron could see the relief in Ian's face and got the shower running.

Soon Aron and a much relieved Ian were relaxing in the soothing warm showers.

Aron reached for the bottle of silky depilatory and said,

"Ian, I am going to remove the hair from your body, below your shoulders, it will make you feel nice and sexy."

He had Ian stretch his arms outward and applied the soft liquid to Ian's arms, arm pits, chest and upper abdomen. He knelt down in front of Ian and told him to spread his legs and hunch down a bit. He then squirted a liberal portion of the thick depilatory over his lower abdomen, thighs, penis, balls and between his spread buttock cheeks.

Ian began panting as the wonderful hands spread the silky liquid all over the midsection of his body, mixing it into all the hair that he could find. Ian began to feel delicious 'popping' sensations as the depilatory began dissolving the hair on his body. He closed his eyes and enjoyed Aron's hands as his penis and balls were swirled and lifted by the silky hands. He moaned as his penis stirred and grew to full erection.

"Ohhhhhhhh!! Aronnnnnn!!"

Aron smiled and intensified his actions. Soon Ian's hardness stood out like a beacon between his hairless thighs. Aron used the removable shower head to wash away the depilatory and all the remnants of Ian's hair. Ian moaned as Aron directed the pulsing waters onto his erection and Aron smiled as Ian's hips bucked and jerked outward. After putting the shower head back, Aron looked at Ian's nuded body, softening penis and testicles.

Aron stood up and picked up a bottle of soft, silky soap and had Ian step out of the flowing waters.

"Ian, you are really going to enjoy what happens next."

Aron began applying the liquid silkiness over Ian's chest, areolas and small male nipples. Ian sighed as Aron's fingers caused a pleasant tinglyness to spread across his chest. The sensations intensified when the slippery fingers swirled around his small male nipples.

"Oh! Aron, that feels good!"

Aron knelt down in front of Ian and poured more of the silky liquid onto both of his hands and began to massage his hands downward over Ian's abdomen and then onto his hairless balls and flaccid penis.

He gasped as the exploring hands lifted and swirled his penis.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!! Aronnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!"

Aron smiled when he saw Ian's penis again, begin to thicken and stand up hard and throbbing in his hands. Ian's hips bucked forward and he moaned as he instinctively began thrusting his hardness into Aron's slick squeezing hands.

Aron's right hand slipped downward and lifted Ian's balls with a gentle caressing action and the other intensified its massaging on Ian's engorged hardness."

"Oh! Oh! Aron! I'm going to …"

Aron whispered,

"Let it happen Ian, it will make you feel real good .. let it happen."

Aron felt the tell-tale throbs and jerks of Ian's erection as he neared the ejaculating point. Ian arched outward toward Aron's loving hands and moaned as his second ejaculation exploded from his body.


Aron smiled when Ian called out his name and then Ian's semen gushed and spewed out of his excited gland and splattered onto Aron's face and neck. Ian moaned again as the hands continued to coax more of his semen from jerking manhood.

"Ahh!! Ahh!! Ahh!!"

Aron stood up and whispered,

"I bet that felt good, didn't it?"

Ian smiled and wrapped his arms around his neck,

"Oh yes … it really did."

Ian calmed somewhat and Aron washed away the liquid soap from Ian's body with the removable shower head. That delicious action, brought more smalls gasps as the flowing waters caressed his tingling chest and excited nipples. Ian closed his eyes and spread his thighs apart as Aron shifted the shower head downward. His hips jerked as the wonderful spray massaged his penis and balls, causing it to stir again and grow hard.

"Ohh!! Ohh!! Ohh!!"

Aron smiled and thought,

'Dan was right, Ian is a true virgin, he has never masturbated and I have given him his first two orgasms. The next step is going to fun for both of us.'

Aron watched Ian relishing the new sensations that he his body was giving him.

Aron turned the waters off and reached for a large soft towel. After drying each other off, Aron led Ian to the side bar and picked out a package of two pills and a cup of water. Ian without questioning Aron, drank them down. Aron then picked up a long 7" package and led Aron to the bed.

A flushed and aroused Ruth saw Aron raise a support rail up from the foot of the bed. She saw her son with his erection angled upward between his thighs and her breath was beginning to quicken.

All heard and saw Ian take a deep breath and a soft sigh escaped his lips. The gel pills was taking effect. A warm flush bathed his chest and prostate. His nipples began tingling as they slowly grew erect. His prostate started to pulse and swell and his erection jerked and drooled.


Aron smiled knowingly,

"It feels good doesn't it?"

"Ohhhhhh!! Aronnnnnn!!"

Aron came closer to Ian. His hands reached out and his fingers began to caress and manipulate Ian's excited, erect nipples. Ian's mind was trying to cope with the new sensations and he moaned as Aron's soft fingers tips continued their wonderful caressing and fondling.

"Ohhhhhhhh!! Aronnnnnn!! What's happening …"

Aron smiled and whispered,

"Your nipples feel tingly and ready to explode, don't they?"

Ian gasped,

"Oh! God! Yes!"

Aron smiled and guided Ian, on his hands and knees toward the support rail at the foot of bed. Ruth's breath quickened when she saw her son's kneeling body directly in front of her. She looked up at the monitor and saw four close up views. She saw his swaying balls, straining hardness below his abdomen, perky, stiff nipples and his rectal area between the spread cheeks of his buttocks.

Her son was about to be initiated into the sexual world of a gay lifestyle.

Aron said,

"Ian honey, spread your knees apart … wider … good …"

Ian looked directly ahead and saw his erotic image in the mirror. He had no idea that his mother was behind it.

Aron picked up the sealed suppository and opened it. He knelt down behind Ian and whispered,

"Hunch down a little Ian."

Ian lowered his hips and low gasp escaped his mouth when he felt a warm, slippery thickness press between his open buttocks and nestle against his anal lips. The tingly sensations seeped onto his anus and spread inward. The tight sphincter opening loosened and Aron nudged the 7" x 3/4 inch thick suppository into Ian's rectal sheath. A low gasp turned into moan of pleasure as the suppository slipped over his prostate as it deliciously trekked inward.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! Aronnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!"

His straining hardness jumped and Aron saw his oozing precum drool outward from the thick gland. Aron inserted the entire 7" length deep into Ian's rectum. The lips of his anus settled into the indented ring holding the rounded end of the suppository snuggly against his rectal opening.

Aron leaned back on his knees and waited.

The suppository began to liquify and Ian's rectal lining quickly absorbed the enhancing liquid. The loosened anal opening swelled and deliciously formed around the end. Ian couldn't believe the sensations that he was feeling and he moaned excitedly and ground his hips in circles as the sexually sensitive nerve endings were formed all along his rectal sheath to a depth of 7". At the same time a set of sexual nerve endings were attached to his rectal opening.

Ian was not prepared for the ecstatic sensations that gripped his rectal area. He moaned and ground his hips back and forth as his rectal 'womanhood' was formed and connected into his sexual sensory system.

"OH GOD!!"

His erection throbbed and jumped under his kneeling body. Aron's eyes were focused on Ian's highly excited gland as it drooled with his preseminal fluids.

"Aron! What's happening … Jesusssssssss!!"

Aron whispered,

"Let it happen Ian … let the sensations flow across your body!"

The feelings intensified. His rectal sheath started to spasm and his anal lips swelled deliciously against the 'end' of the suppository.

"Uhh!! Uhh!! Uhh!! Oh God!! Aronnnnnnn!!"

Ian's hips began thrusting his enflamed erection toward the mirrored wall. His rectal muscles clenched and spasmed with new found joy. The suppository was now fully dissolved and the 'end' fell away and Ian's swollen anal lips came into everyone's view. Ian's dazed mind was filled with ecstatic sensations that he ad never felt before. The dissolved suppository was about to induce his first rectal orgasm.

Aron smiled when he saw Ian's frantic, thrusting hips. Ian made an attempt to grasp his erection with both hands but Aron stopped him and said,

"Let it happen naturally Ian."

Ian's entire body was saturated with new sensations of sexual ecstasy. His erect nipples stood up like bullets and they felt as though they were going to explode. He lunged his engorged member forward into the air and then plunged his seething rectal opening rearward, desperately looking for something .. anything .. to penetrate it .. anything to satisfy the sheath's deep needs.

"I need .. I need .. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

His rectal sheath began a series of ecstatic clenches and spasms. The ripples of joy flowed outward toward his excited and clasping anal lips. Ian felt his ejaculation form within his enhanced prostate and the delicious sensations spread to his bloating testicles and then flowed into the base of his engorged erection. He gripped the support rail tightly as his hips shot forward and froze. The ecstatic pressure caused his gland to swell and twitch as the huge stream surged upward toward it. The liquid joy swirled deliciously around the excited head and erupted out of the puckering opening and spewed through the air, splattering forcefully on the end of the bed and floor. His mind and eyes were saturated with orgasmic flashes of lights.

His wail echoed around the room.


As he ejaculated, his rectal sheath exploded with joy and the thick enhancing liquid spewed out past his enflamed anus. Aron reached between Ian's spread thighs and lifted his churning testicles. Ian threw his up and wailed again as a second, more forceful stream of semen jettisoned from his straining manhood. The thick stream gushed onto the already saturated bed and floor.


Aron's breath came in quick gasps as he saw Ian's wonderful manhood jumping and jerking as it gushed its delicious essence. His lips, tongue and mouth could almost taste it. Ian will be a perfect 'submissive Gay'.

Ian leaned forward and rested his head and shoulders on the rail gasping and panting as delicious aftershocks rippled across his body. His erection slowly softened and his rectal sheath and swollen anal lips returned to their normal state.

Ruth's arousal soared as she witnessed her son's 'hands free' orgasm. Her right hand pressed FEMALE, P3, B3, C1. She would press the recliner's START button when her body's sexual needs reached a state of desperate urgency.

3.05 Ian loses his virginity:

Ian looked ahead into the mirrored wall and saw his kneeling body and his testicles swaying in the air between his bent legs. His erection bobbed in the air below his abdomen. He saw Aron pick up a bottle of K-Y Jelly and pour the slick thickness onto his hands and fingers.

A feeling of nervous anticipation spread across Ian as Aron knelt down behind his raised buttocks. He flinched slightly when Aron's hands touched his buttocks and begin to massage his hands up and down his inner thighs from his bent knees to his spread cheeks.

Aron smiled at the exposed sight of Ian's sex and his right hand slipped inward and palmed Ian's swelling, pink anal lips. Ian moaned softly at the wonderful touch. Ian felt a lubed hand slip between the spread cheeks and the slick fingers began a delicious tracing action on the swelling and sensitive opening to his rectum.

Ian gasped at the contact and instinctively spread his knees and his thighs further apart. He gasped again when Aron wrapped his other hand around his throbbing erection with ecstatic squeezes and massages.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! Goddddddddddddddddddd!!"

Aron leaned up and over Ian's kneeling body. His hands left Ian's anus and throbbing member and reached under Ian's kneeling body and his fingers pressed and swirled around the erect bullet-like nipples. Ian felt a long, thick, throbbing mass move onto his inner right thigh and then slip deliciously upward pushing between the cheeks of his buttocks, spreading them wider apart. Ian moaned as Aron's thick manhood came to rest over his swollen anal lips. His mind and body floated in a cloud of swirling pleasures.

"Ahh!! Ahh!! Ahh!!"

Aron's mouth began planting exquisite butterfly like kisses on the back of Ian's neck and shoulders. Ian cooed and mewed as his loving mate caused his arousal to soar.

Ian hunched down pushing his wet anal lips onto Aron's throbbing erection and a long hiss escaped Ian's mouth as the head of Aron's member nestled into his clasping anal lips. Aron slowly and teasingly slipped his erection forward under Ian's heavy testicles and along the sensitive underside of his straining hardness. Aron paused for a moment and then repeated his ecstatic sweep again and again. Ian gasped at the incredible sensations and he began grinding his enflamed sex with his own ecstatic 'sawing' action.

"Oh God! Aron … Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

Aron slipped off Ian's body and knelt between his wide spread thighs. Ian moaned in disappointment as the two erections separated. The moan turned into a gasp when he felt Aron's hands spread the cheeks of buttocks and his tongue slithered around his enflamed anal lips with ecstatic licks and darting probes. Ian, in a reflexive action, hunched upward and pushed his excited 'womanhood' rearward onto the exploring mouth and tongue.

Aron's tongue nudged inward, withdrew, circled, traced and caressed Ian's clasping anal entrance in a maddening, ecstatic teasing action. The mounting sensations made Ian buck his hips in ecstasy. He squealed in joy as his erection jumped and jerked below his abdomen, the agitated gland drooled with strings of his preseminal fluids. Ian froze when he felt Aron's lapping tongue nudge past the eager opening and slip into his rectal sheath. His mind went ballistic with the ecstatic sensations and his grip on the rail tightened forcefully.

Aron's long, swirling tongue drove Ian insane with joy as it slipped in and out of his steamy rectal sheath. It played havoc with his clasping anal lips and then drove back inward to caress the sensitive lining of his rectal sheath. Ian laid his head on the rail gasping and panting. His hips pushed back in ecstatic circles against his male lover. The slick hand relentlessly glided back and forth over his engorged hardness with exquisite massages and squeezes.

"Oh God! Oh God!"

Ian could feel his orgasm building rapidly. His rectal sheath began to clench and the thick tingling gland felt as though it was going to explode. Ian felt it start at his toes and move up to his anus, into his straining erection, across his abdomen and then up onto his erect, tingling nipples. Aron's tongue stroked into his enflamed passage again and again.

Aron suddenly stopped and pulled back from Ian's tormented body.

Ian screamed with denial,


Aron's foreplay ended and he now concentrated on the taking of Ian's virginity.

Again, Ian felt that wonderful thickness slip against his inner thigh. It was warm and pulsed as though it had a heart beat. He looked under his body toward his spread legs. His eyes flew open and his breath came in a deep gasps when he saw Aron's erection moving toward his treasured entrance. His rectal sheath clenched rapidly in anticipation and he tried to shift his anus down to it but Aron teasingly kept moving it away.

"Oh please … Don't tease meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!"

The glistening head finally nestled into his excited anal lips. Ian's clasping lips kissed and caressed his Lover's thick gland trying to draw it inward. Ian didn't move, he couldn't move. His hands gripped the rail, his kneeling body tensed and his eyes were tightly shut as his mind tried to will Aron's glorious erection to penetrate his enflamed 'womanhood'.

With an almost incoherent plea,

"Oh! Please now!! Now!! Please … Now …"

Aron smiled at Ian's torment and obliged his frantic plea. In one fluid motion, the flexing head nudged past the excited lips and slipped slowly inward. A loud hiss of ecstasy escaped Ian's wide open mouth as the thickness burrowed into his virginal rectal sheath.


The sensations were not like anything Ian had ever felt before or expected. He felt the most incredible stretching of his rectal passage and a wonderful sense of fullness filled his sexual being. The enhanced lining of his rectal passage was exploding with ripples of intense pleasure.


The flexing, thick head nestled onto his excited prostate and Ian squealed in joy. His erection jerked wildly as ecstatic explosions thundered across his body and his mind. Ian wanted more, he begged for more.

"Aron! Oh God! Yes! Yes! More! MORE! Deeper!!"


Ian gurgled and drooled as Aron's engorged erection slipped inward, inch by glorious inch. He felt Aron slowly slide his long, member outward and then slip all the way inward. Then it withdrew part way, flex, wiggle and then lunge deeply back into the depths of his rectal sheath.

Aron adjusted his position behind Ian's wide spread thighs. The angle of his penetration changed and the head now pressed against the upper lining of his rectal sheath. It started a slow back and forth dragging motion until .. something electric bolted throughout Ian's body. An intense wave of pure joy surged throughout Ian's rectal sheath and across his loins.

Ian raised his head up and wailed in ecstasy.


Aron had searched for and found Ian's spasming prostate. The flexing head slipped over the excited tissues again and again and Ian screeched in ecstasy. Aron now plunged all the way into Ian's enflamed passage and then pulled back out. Once again it teased Ian's magic spot. It was incredible. Ian's mind was overloaded with waves of raw joy.

Aron now started a methodical rhythm to its massive thrusts. Sometimes sliding all the way in, filling Ian completely, once, twice, three times, before pulling back and sparking his excited prostate again and again.

Ian gasped and groaned, unable to fully catch his breath. He lewdly thrust back and ground hips in ecstatic circles. His rectal muscles desperately clenched around his Lover's thickness in a desperate attempt not to break the ecstatic connection. His highly excited erection jumped and jerked with a sense of urgency below his abdomen.

Ian cooed and gurgled as Aron's undulating erection plundered his spasming rectal sheath. Aron's thrusts were now full inward and full outward. Ian's mind was being saturated with ecstatic waves of joy and ecstasy. His stretching rectal sheath clenched and milked the incredible penetrator that was giving him so much pleasure.

He lifted his head and squealed with joy.


Ian was catapulted into an orgasmic frenzy. Aron had now found the buttons of all his erogenous zones and was now manipulating each of them like a symphony conductor. Ian's body began lunging back onto Aron's thrusting hardness and a sense of urgency griped his enraged erection.

His fists tightened their grip on the rail as he gasped for air.

Aron's massaging and swirling finger tips were once again adorning his bullet- like nipples. His orgasmic wave was building higher and higher. The sensations were like a pressure cooker about to explode. Ian's hips became blurred as they counter thrusted like a pistoning engine. Suddenly Aron lunged inward and froze. Ian could feel the gigantic head enter the depths of his sexual being. Ian felt his rectal muscles clamp around the swollen and pulsing erection. He felt an ecstatic flood of a warm, liquid pressure, boil and gush into his convulsing rectal sheath. His eyes snapped opened as his body was gripped with a series of intense ecstatic seizures

"Ohhhhhhh!! Sweet!! Jesus … Ohhhhh Goddddddd!!"

The sensations were mind ripping he gasped and moaned, his hips swung madly around Aron's erupting, buried erection. His own straining erection began flexing wildly. Aron's ejaculating member unleashed another torrent of hot thick ejaculant. The delicious sensations spread explosively throughout Ian's stunned body. Ian's entire body was spun into an orgasmic explosion. His orgasmic scream echoed throughout the room. Bright colors swam in his vision as he spasmed and shook. Every cell vibrated with ecstasy.

Ian wailed in orgasmic ecstasy as his dual orgasms were finally unleashed. His thighs shot out wider and he franticly hunched up and down trying to draw his Lover deeper into his spasming sex. A ecstatic pressure built at the base of his erection. It surged upward and stalled deliciously at his hyper-sensitive gland. The liquid joy swirled around the thick crown and then exploded into the air under his body. Ian's first stream of thick semen jettisoned out of the excited head of his erection and splattered onto the bed and floor in front of his awe struck mother.


A second, long, thick stream of semen pulsed its way up his straining erection. The churning liquid again swirled around the highly excited gland and splattered onto the semen drenched sheet and floor. The orgasmic rush to Ian's mind blended seamlessly with his convulsing rectal sheath and ejaculation erection. He drew in deep heaving breaths which were matched only by Aron's massive pulses and throbs. A second total body orgasm was unleashed and Ian's ecstatic wail again echoed across the room.


The intense orgasmic sensations that saturated his mind and body now overloaded his sensory systems and he lost consciousness. Ian's head and shoulders rested on the support rail and Aron grasped Ian's hips preventing him from slumping down onto the bed.

He slowly recovered and his body continued to spasm and shake with delicious aftershocks. Ian moaned again as Aron's wonderful fullness slipped out of his reluctant and clenching rectal sheath with a loud slurping sound.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!! Noooooooooooo!! Slowlyyyyyyyyyy!!"

Aron got off the bed and lowered the rail. With Aron's help, Ian slowly crawled to the end of the bed and sat done. His slick erection still stood tall and hard between his thighs as small spurts of semen oozed from the twitching gland. Ian smiled at Aron as his hands caressed and massaged his slick, softening manhood.

Aron whispered,

"Welcome to my world. Do you want to go back into the 'closet'?"

Ian smiled and said,

"Oh no .. I wish I had met you sooner."

Aron smiled and said,

"Let's take a long warm shower."

3.06 Ruth and the Recliner:

Mary and Sara gave each other the 'thumbs up' and Sara switched the cameras to the viewing room. Ruth was in sexual torment. She had lasted as long as she could but the sight of her son's incredible mating was too much.

Ruth pressed the START button.

The recliner's sensors detected her nakedness and raised the 'split' foot rest. A small gasp escaped Ruth's lips as her legs were bent at the knees and her feet spread apart. The back of recliner's cushion molded itself to her back and she was put into a slightly reclined position. Her hips were then slightly raised making her flared, swollen sex easily accessible.

Her breath quickened when she saw her spread nakedness in the HD monitor. The recliner had positioned her legs as though she was on a gynecological table and the molded back cushion would only allow movement of her chest and hips. Suddenly she saw small red dots come to rest on her nipples, clitoris and labia.

She looked awe struck as the extensions moved out of the sides of the recliner and saw two gel-like pouches moving toward the red dots on her nipples. Each pouch glistened with a warm, slick fluid. Her nipples tingled as the pouches settled over her 36C firm breasts with an exquisite massaging action. Within the center of each pouch, two suckling 'mouth's formed and descended onto each nipple with a delicious suckling action. Ruth threw her head back and moaned her breasts finally got the attention that they had been begging for.


Ruth felt movement on the recliner's seat cushion and her eyes shot back to her monitor. A labia shaped, gel-like mass, was rising up and curving in toward the junction of her thighs. The red dot on her labia was guiding the fluttering 'lips' toward the folds of her labia. She screeched with joy as the recliner's labia massager made contact and molded itself over her swollen sex. At the top of the massager, the clitoral tube extended itself toward the red dot that was locked onto the tip of her engorged clitoris. The end formed into a suckling 'mouth' and Ruth squealed in joy and her hips bucked at the ecstatic contact as her clitoris became encased within a deep suctioning 'throat'.


The recliner now had Ruth under its control and the laser dots were now turned off. It let Ruth savor the sensations for a few moments. Ruth cooed and mewed as she pushed her breasts into the recliner's pouches and ground her sex onto the incredible massagers.

The recliner began an ecstatic assault on Ruth's enflamed body. Her hips jerked and ground as her organ of joy and swollen labia were sucked, massaged and kneaded. Her vaginal juices oozed past the her clasping opening and mixed with those from the 'labia mouth' with loud squishing sounds. The suckling of her bullet-like nipples intensified and they felt as though they were going to explode.

As her hips ground her seething sex, Ruth felt a pressure pushing against her excited inner lips. The pressure intensified and Ruth could feel her vaginal opening being stretched as the thickness began to nudge inward. She gasped as the recliner's phallic slipped past her eager inner lips and into her receptive passage. The flexing head slithered inward about an inch and Ruth wailed as her vaginal walls clenched wildly around the thick intruder as if it was trying to draw the head of the phallic further inward.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! Goddddddddddddddd!!"

The phallic twisted its way into Ruth's stretching passage until it reached her illusive 'G' spot. The flexing head pressed against the soft bean shaped area with an ecstatic twisting motion and Ruth's ecstasy levels vaulted. Her vaginal muscles clamped tightly around her new Lover and she squealed loudly as her mind was jolted with shards of pure joy.

Ruth's mind and body now wanted all of her Lover inside her enflamed vagina. She thrust forcefully downward and outward, skewering her raging sex onto the incredible phallic. The recliner's 8.00" x 3.00" phallic penetrated deeply into the depths of her sexual being. Her vaginal sheath expanded ecstatically with a fullness that Ruth had never ever experienced before.

Her head flew back and her wide open mouth drooled as she screamed in ecstasy.


The throbbing phallic let Ruth lay there for a few seconds as her dazed mind savored the exploding sensations. It then slowly pulled back until the flexing head was being kissed by her excited inner lips and then slowly twisted its way back in toward her welcoming cervix.

Her lover now started a series of ecstatic rhythmic thrusts and lunges.

All the way in, all the way out, part way in, part way out, fast, slow, always flexing, always twisting. Ruth moaned and gurgled as her Lover assaulted and plundered her enflamed sex. Her rigid, pulsing clitoris felt like an erection that was being deep throated.

"Oh God! Oh God! Moreeeeee! Moreeeeee!"

Ruth was being catapulted toward an all consuming, climatic orgasm. Every inch of body was being saturated with ecstatic explosions. Her hips were a blur as they matched the deep, forceful thrusts of her Lover. Her thick vaginal juices gushed out past the lunging, thick phallic with distinctive slurping sounds.

"Faster .. Faster .. Deeper .. Deeper .. Oh! God! Don't ever Stop!"

Suddenly, Ruth's vaginal walls went into deep convulsions. A series of small explosions spasmed throughout her raging passage like freight trains, thundered across her body. Her eyes opened wide but saw nothing but bright flashes of orgasmic lights. Her mouth opened wide but no sound was heard. Her toes curled and her hands fisted. Her entire body arched upward and went rigid as her body began convulsing and spasming. Suddenly, the orgasmic freeze ended and Ruth screeched at the top of lungs as her body wide orgasm was unleashed.


The phallic didn't let up, nor did the suckling clitoral 'throat'.

Ruth wasn't given the chance to come down from her orgasmic high. Her lover dove into her cervix and nestled against the flowering portal to her womb. Suddenly, she felt the massive phallic begin to rapidly flex and jump. She felt huge amounts of hot ejaculant ecstatically gush into the depths of her sexual being, bathing her cervix and womb. The spewing white-hot liquid caused her seething vagina to balloon ecstatically and back flowed out past her spasming, swollen labia folds.

Ruth squealed again as waves of ecstasy flooded her body as her second orgasm exploded throughout her body. Her vagina went into deep convulsions, her organ of joy jumped and jerked wildly within the sucking 'throat'. Again her hands fisted tightly and her toes curled. Her arching body bucked and thrashed as the deep orgasmic spasms and convulsions racked her body.


This time Ruth's exhausted and drained body shutdown and the loving phallic slowly whirred to a stop still deeply imbedded within her body. The recliner slowly withdrew the phallic. A loud slurping sound was heard as her vaginal opening cleared the head of the phallic, followed by gushes of ejaculant and vaginal fluids.

The clitoral tube withdrew and Ruth's crimson red organ jerked in the air. The pouches withdrew from her breasts and her nipples stood up like hard bullets.

Ruth slowly awoke and she moaned as delicious aftershocks continued to explode within her.

She smiled, after two years her body was finally sexually fulfilled and satisfied.

She moaned in disappointment as the recliner's wonderful 'accessories' withdrew from her body. She looked up at the monitor and saw a close-up of her post orgasmic body. Her erect clitoris, her enflamed labia folds and gaping vaginal opening were slowly returning to normal.

Slowly, the recliner returned her glowing body to a normal sitting position.

She stood up on wobbly legs and shuffled her way to the shower open shower.

3.07 Epilogue:

Aron introduced Ian to his first circle of friends. Ruth made frequent trips to Mary's house to 'visit' with the recliner and soon with Mary and Sara.

Next: Part 4, Lisa's Victorian upbringing.

End of Neighbours Part 3