My sexy and horny widow mom

I'm a single mother. I never married, never committed to more than relationships that crossed the final steps to sharing a home, or sharing marriage. I'm not bitter about it. It was not my highest priority. And there are mitigating factors that will become evident. It's a long history, and has consequences as well. I look back over my life, and do not desire to change any of it. I love my life!
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It started in 1968. As a graduating senior that spring, I went to the prom with my long time boyfriend. A real looker, he was the school stud athlete, bound for college on a baseball scholarship. We had dated for our entire senior year. In a small town in western Montana, everyone knew John through his sports prowess, and me, prom queen for that matter. My Daddy grew up in the community, played college football at Montana, then played a couple years with Seattle, and retired here. We own the local bank, so we were to say the least, prominent in the community. Dad had married his college sweetheart, a tall, Swedish young lady not quite ready for her entire life in our dull little town once his career ended. Dad always said it really wasn't her fault, it just didn't take. I was born, she stayed about 3-years after that. Then she was gone. I really don't remember her.

Daddy is a very big man, with rugged good looks, stands 6'7" tall, weighing about 260 pounds. Momma had also been big, a raw boned Swede, just over 6' tall herself. I was blessed, standing 6'3" tall, weighing 165 pounds. I had played all the sports in high school available to girls, finishing in the state tennis championships. We were a sight to see, Daddy and daughter at our school functions, community dances, etc. Daddy drug me along to every social function the community ever had. I loved being his princess. He treated me royally, spoiling me rotten. A good rotten, but spoiled just the same.

I was very popular in high school, served class officer positions all through school, got voted to the homecoming courts every year, even queen my senior year. And with prom coming, I was picked to be on the court, with the chance to be prom queen. Sure enough, I was picked to be queen by my classmates. John was picked to be king. The perfect couple we believed. We knew our futures were to be together.

John and I were so much in love that spring.

Daddy kept warning me, "be careful of any boy this age, the only brain he would think with was mounted on top of his little missile", he told me so many times. "You got college ahead of you, the world will be yours," he so often say. I never really heeded his words in expectation of his response to me ignoring him. He would then catch me, wrap me in his loving arms, and hold me close as I twisted and fought playfully to get away from him. He felt so good to hold close, his body smell would fill my nostrils. I loved his scent. I loved his touch.

I never understood why Daddy never remarried. He never even had any real relationships as far as I could remember. I remember my girlfriends saying "What a hunk he was", but passed it off as "Yuck, he's my Dad".

Prom arrived, we were to be one of the statistics. I was prepared to take our relationship to the next level. While not talking about precautions, John and I planned in detail where we would go, and how much we each wanted to share our love. The time arrived, we did have sex, unprotected first time sex. It was essentially lousy, painful, and messy. Worst part, I did get pregnant.

Of all the stupid mistakes, this one rocked our worlds. John and I married shortly after school got out. We stayed at my home with Daddy for the summer. John attended Idaho on a baseball scholarship starting that fall. I got to see him on holidays as his first year progressed. With off season baseball conditioning and a full load of classes, he seldom wrote, and his calls grew less frequent. I knew in my heart, he was avoiding the whole thing. Out of sight, out of mind so to speak. I wondered if he was getting laid. I never knew a pregnant lady could get so horny. Seemed I masturbated 2-3 times per day. Got so I hoped to catch Daddy semi-nude someplace, just to see a man's cock. And my nipples, they were so sensitive, I could cum just by rotating, pinching my nipples for a few minutes. Had to be careful, I did not want to start lactating on a regular basis as I approached my due date.

February 4, 1986, my baby girl was born. Sandra LeeAnn weighed in at 8 lbs, 8 ozs., and was 20-inches long. Big girl my Daddy boasted. Daddy helped me through the delivery, serving as my coach. Daddy never hesitated in looking at my cunt, never even hesitated while I started nursing Sandy. I found it stimulating to have Daddy come to watch her suckle, his finger touching my tit, her mouth as he teased her, pulling the nipple to watch her mouth stretch to regain my dripping nipple. Each time he touched me, my cunt would grow wet, longing for a lover. My mind started focusing on my Daddy, getting him serviced, and myself at the same time.

About 6-weeks after Sandy was born, I had the opportunity I wanted. A cold, dreary weekend loomed, a new storm arrived midday Friday and had dumped nearly 20-inches of snow across the valley, Daddy was unable to do much outside. We made sure the fireplace insert had plenty of pellets, snuggled up on the couch, and started a movie marathon. Before long, Sandy needed fed, so I quickly took her close, offering her a nipple. Of course, Daddy watched closely. She lazily suckled, drifting to sleep numerous times. Each time, Daddy either caressed her face or pulled the hard nipple from her mouth. But Sandy was sleeping heavily. As my milk dropped, I had to lay her aside and retrieve my pump to take milk for her and alleviate my swollen breasts. Daddy watched intently as I drained each breast. As I milked the last milk from the farthest tit from him, he reached to poke his finger at the nearer breast, the nipple rigid. As he poked it softly, I instinctively moaned without even thinking about it.

Daddy leaned to me, his tongue extending to touch the nipple. "Oh Daddy," I groaned under my breath. I moved quickly to lace my fingers in his thin hair, pulling his mouth firmly to my hard nipple. "Suck me Daddy," I pleaded with him. My hips quivered, my body turning toward him. I offered him my tit, lifting the heavy orb to his lips. He sucked my tit deep into his mouth, his tongue running rampant over the nipple, smashing it firmly against the inside of his teeth. Lights exploded in my head as he chewed softly on my overly sensitive nipple. He reached to my other nipple, his thumb and index finger rolling the flesh between them. "Oh God Daddy," I moaned, a guttural groan erupting from deep in my core.

Daddy pushed me to my back, crawling between my legs. Laying on me, his mouth laid kisses, nibbles, and tongue lashings across my chest. He repeatedly sucked my nipples into his mouth, worshiping each nipple, sucking the flesh softly, nipping, drawing the nipple up firmly into his mouth. My hips lifted involuntarily against his lower abdomen. I wanted him, I wanted his cock.

My breathing grew ragged, shallow. I continuously lifted my head, watched his eyes as he devoured my flesh, rolling the nipples in his mouth, nipping me, biting me gently. Rising, he pulled my pajama top up, over my head. I was naked, only panties remained on my body. Taking each nipple in his hands, he kissed his way down my torso. As he reached my mound, he clamped his lips over the material, his tongue probing the top of my slit. My body lurched upwards, wanting, needing his touch, his kiss, his tongue.

I felt Daddy's fingers slip under my waistband, pulling my panties down. As they slipped below my cunt, Daddy slowly, softly put his mouth over my mound, his tongue snaking so carefully between my lips, searching for my engorged clit. As he touched it, my hips lurched upwards, offering my sex to him. His lips clamped down over my clit, his teeth grabbing the flesh, holding firmly as his tongue thrashed my clit back and forth. I opened my legs wider, lifting my hips to him.

Rationale thought long gone, I desperately needed to cum. I groaned deeply, pulling Daddy's face tighter to my cunt. My body flooded juices, coating Daddy's cheeks in the process. Daddy grabbed my lips, pulling them wide open, exposing my dark pink slit to his mouth, his tongue. Swirling around my clit, Daddy moved lower, his tongue leading the way, sliding along the cleft, finding my wet hole. Carefully, softly, Daddy licked the hole, reaming me so slowly time stopped. My hips lifted, my butt clenched tightly, lifting my sex to him. Daddy's tongue darted quickly in and out of my hole. A groan erupted from him as he pushed forward, jamming his tongue as deep into my hole as he could reach. Thrusting in and out, he fucked my body with his tongue. His finger raked back and forth over my swollen clit, driving my body quickly toward the first orgasm I had had other than by myself in many months. Bright lights flashed in my brain as my orgasm ripped through my senses.

Daddy moved quickly, pushing his pants down off his hard cock. As I lifted my legs high, his rigid cock touched my lips. Daddy fisted his hard cock, sliding the head up and down my slit, coating his cock with my juices. Slowly, deliberately, he pushed his body down, his cock head spreading my hole. At that instant just before penetration, Daddy's head dropped, his chin driving into his chest, a groan so deep, so full of power, his body quivered. As the head popped into my body, I clamped my legs around his waist, pulling him to me, my heels driving into his naked backside. I lifted my body, opened my legs wide at the hips, and pushed upwards to take his invader deep. Slowly, his cock slipped effortlessly into my body. A second thrust, a third pushed him to my pelvis. We ground our bodies together. Daddy's arms collapsed, his weight came to me, his body flattening on mine. My body melded with his. Daddy's strokes became faster as his lust grew in his loins. Stroke after stroke, thrust after thrust, Daddy pounded my flesh, each time finishing with a small hump to push away any space between our bodies. His cock was balls deep in my body, thrusting now, this hips slapping against me, the noise filling the living room as the winds and snow howled outside. My body grew warm, my love enveloped us.

"I love you so much Daddy," I whispered to him as I pulled him close. "Fuck me hard Daddy," I instructed. "Cum for me Daddy. Cum for me," I repeated. Daddy's thrust grew harder, his cock expanded as he pounded my body. "Yes Daddy," I cried out, a second orgasm ripping through my body. My cunt spasms gripped his hard cock, squeezing, milking his juices. With a terrific grunt, Daddy exploded, his cum jettisoning into my body.

"Oh my god Baby," he groaned as he thrust his body tight to mine. "I love you sweetie," he groaned softly, collapsing completely on my body. We lay quietly, joined at our sexes as his cock deflated. Slipping from my body, Daddy ground his flaccid cock to me. "Oh Jesus Baby," he whispered. Lifting his head, he looked to me, his eyes pleading, searching for my response. I carefully rose to him, my mouth softly kissing him, my tongue extending to taste him, explore his mouth. We cuddled for nearly an hour, kissing every so often, hugging, our bodies shuddering with each passing thought of our mutual orgasms. We only moved when Sandy started making noises.

After a quick trip to the bathroom, and getting Sandy down for the next several hours, Daddy and I talked over coffee for hours. We defined our roles very very carefully. Since that evening, for the past eighteen years, I have served as his wife around the house, his daughter in public.

We have kept our life style very discreet. I did become involved in the bank, rising to senior vice president. Sandy has grown to be a vibrant young lady as well. After John's first year of college, he was drafted by the Mariners, and shipped off to AA ball some the hell place or another. One weekend in August, he was the passenger in a car driven by one of his teammates that left the road and wrapped itself around a telephone pole at 100 mph. I hated that Sandy lost her own father. But life goes on.

As Sandy entered puberty, I started teaching her the nuances of being a female. She wanted to be like me, so as her pubic hair arrived, I would teach her to shave her pubic region and lips very carefully. I even taught her to masturbate via instructions after noticing how aroused she would get as we shaved our cunts and legs. We had a great relationship. Always open, we discussed many aspects of our sexual beings. I knew she guarded her first time, and was keeping her virginity for the future.

She was blessed with tremendous athletic skills, excelling at basketball. At 6'5" tall, most Division I schools up and down the west coast had recruited her. She had her pick of colleges from the Pac 10 conference, and several of the Rocky Mountain colleges.

Daddy had a massive heart attach that left us alone to run the bank in early spring 2005, Just after Sandy's 18th birthday. It was a rough couple of months till graduation, but we made it. Sandy had been accepted at USC for college. She even got a full ride athletic scholarship to play basketball.

Thinking back, I believe Sandy understood my relationship with my Daddy. Although never anything was said directly, I know her questions would lead to more if I responded and they were allowed. Suffice it to say, I directed such questions superbly, avoiding much discussion regarding my sex life. As she blossomed, she dated extensively. I laughed one day as I remembered the line Daddy quoted me. I gave the same exact line to Sandy. Like me at that age, she grinned, and took it with a grain of salt.

After Daddy died, I became very despondent. Nothing could console me. I let everything go or so it seemed. I stayed in bed for days on end, I seldom ate, bathed, or took care of my daughter as I should. It was then that Sandy took over. She literally burst into my room one weekend morning, opened the curtains wide, and threw open the windows to get some fresh air to invade the stale room.

"Up Momma," she commanded. "Life goes on," she followed. "The bank needs you now," she blurted. "Christ Momma, I need you," she bellowed, jumping on the bed to hug me tightly. Caressing my back, she spent the next hour with me, consoling, challenging, even swatting my rump to get me moving. "What would Grandpa say," she asked. "He would not have let his passing cause so much sadness," she offered matter of factly. And she was right.

"Besides, I have not even shaved in a month," she said. "I bet you have not either," she grinned. "Let's go, we got timber to fall," she laughed. "Come on Momma," she cajoled.

I don't think it was preplanned, but the day took a tremendous turn. First, Sandy dragged me to the shower, pushing me into the warm water with my nightgown still on. I started laughing, the next thing I knew, Sandy joined me, fully dressed as well. "I hear life in these old bones," she shouted, her voice vibrating off the shower walls. Her laughter was infectious. I grinned inwardly.

"I love you so much sweetie," I said, turning to her. I pulled her close, our bodies under the cascading water. "You going to wash my hair," I asked.

"Sure," she said, stepping back, pulling the bottom of my nightgown up over my head. "Momma," she gasped, noting I was fully naked without the nightgown.

"Wash my hair Baby," I instructed, turning away from her. The cool air flowed across my body, goose bumps covered my flesh. I stepped to the second shower head, turning it on as well to cover both of us as we showered. I glanced her way. "Take your pj's off as well Baby," I instructed without thinking about any consequences.

"Ok," she stated, quickly throwing her soaked nightgown aside as well. Hesitating, she looked to me. "These too," she asked quizzically. I glanced to her. Her flimsy panties were soaked as well.

"Why not," I asked laughing. I stared at her tall, lithe body. She was absolutely beautiful. Long, graceful arms, her lean torso flowed to wide hips. I stopped, glancing back to her breasts. The water was running down over her shoulders, cascading over her tits, pouring into space from the hardened nipples. My nipples jumped to firmness instantly. Her big frame supported her gracefully. A solid B-cup, her tits stood proud from her chest, her nipples pointed to the sky pertly. I glanced back to her waist, noting the firmness of her abdomen. I could see the ripple of her abs, tapering from the hip bone to her mound. The water almost sparkled as it glistened in her short pubic hair. I had not seen her naked in several years, she was stunning. "Baby, you're beautiful," I whispered.

"Thanks Momma," she said. "Now turn around, I got shampoo ready for your hair," she quipped. I quickly turned, just as she poured the shampoo in my hair. Her fingers did magic, massaging my scalp, cleansing my hair. I hated it when she stopped. "Rinse," she instructed. I dipped my head under the spray. She fluffed, lifted and washed the shampoo from my hair. Turning me toward her, she pulled me down to get better access to my head. My face was inches from her pert nipples, standing firm, hard just inches from my eyes, my mouth. I took a quick breath, my mind running full speed ahead. I hesitated as she finished. "There, my turn," she offered.

She turned as I reached for her hips. My hands landed on her hip bones as I stood tall, shaking my head under the water. As I arched back, my pelvis pushed against her backside, swaying back and forth slightly as I shook my head. Sandy tilted her hips, pushing back slightly, or was I mistaken? I pushed harder for just a moment. It felt so good, so soft. Nothing said, I pulled back, bent and grabbed the shampoo. Like Sandy, I took my time to wash her long hair, massaging her scalp and neck as I washed her hair. As I began to rinse her hair, I ran my hands up and down her back as well. As I turned her toward me, I noted her glance to my eyes, searching, looking for an answer. I pulled her down slightly under the water, getting at the top of her head to rinse any remaining shampoo. She gasped as her backside hit the cool tile of the shower wall, lurching forward. Her mouth hit the tops of my tits, her hands grabbed my waist. She pulled me close, our bodies melding as we stood tall under the cascading water. I could feel her, her stiff nipples rigid against my own. Our bodies flat to one another, I wrapped my arms around her waist, hugging her close. Her arms draped along my sides, fingers interlocked across my lower back. I leaned to her, placing my head on her shoulder, pulling her close.

Her hands flattened, palms sliding down my buttocks. As she rounded the lower side of my ass, she pulled me closer, pushing her pelvis firmly to mine. I leaned my head back to look at her. She quickly leaned to me, her lips capturing mine so softly, so sweetly, my lips parted as her breath washed into my mouth, quickly followed by the softest tongue I have ever experienced. I stood frozen, my eyes closed, absorbing every fiber of my senses lighting up. I rose slightly to the balls of my feet, leaning into her, kissing her firmly. My hands flattened under her shoulder blades, pulling her too me. I could not breathe, I could not think. Her tongue darted again into my mouth, playfully attacking my tongue. Instantly, my tongue battled hers, exploring, probing. Our kiss deepened, her arms wrapping me tightly. Her fingers traced along the underside of my ass, probing, searching, trying to reach my slit. Shifting slightly, I lifted a leg up the outside of her leg, nearly hooking on her hipbone.

A deep moan erupted in my mouth as her fingertips found my slit, slithering her nails into the growing wet cleft. Her hand slid back to front along the lip, nails raking gently over the flesh. Her body flexed, pushing to me firmly, her hands pulling me flush to her. I shook my body, mashing my tits to hers. I returned the groan into her mouth as her lips captured mine completely. I lost all thought, savoring the feelings, the desire for my baby. As our kiss ended, I planted several small kisses around her mouth, her lips. I nipped playfully, tugging on her lower lip, sucking it into my mouth. Pulling my hands to her biceps, I pushed her away. I leaned to her quickly, taking her right nipple to my lips, sucking the hard nub deep into my mouth. She gasp, her body flexing, pushing to me, pushing more tit into my mouth.

Momma," she groaned as I tugged on her hard nipple. Her nails raked over my shoulders, my back. I thrashed her nipple in my mouth, smashing it hard to the inside of my teeth. I rolled the nipple between my teeth, biting firmly enough to hold her, make her body feel my bite between her legs. Her body arched, lifting her nipple to me. I traversed her body, racing to the other nipple, standing tall in the cascading water. I bit down firmly, my tongue probing her flesh as the water splashed on my face. I slid my hand down her torso, plunging quickly between her legs. I moved to spread her lips, bury my hand between her lips, allowing the heel of my thumb to mash her clit. My fingers reached to her wet hole, reaming her. Her legs buckled, a loud gasp erupting from her lips. "Oh fuck," she screamed. "Yes," she continued. I thrust two fingers into her body. Her hips tilted, allowing me to penetrate her completely. I pumped them in and out several times, thrusting hard and deep before pulling back to mash her extruding clit. For the next several minutes, I mashed her engorged clit firmly, mashing it to her body, forcing it back and forth. Her breathing became ragged very quickly. Breathing in gasps, her body convulsed on my fingers as her body erupted in orgasm.

As her orgasm subsided, I thrust my fingers deep into her holeagain, shoving them deep. Pushing her against the wall, I hammered her cunt hard, coating my hand completely. Her head twisted back and forth against the tile as I pounded her body to a second orgasm. Her body humped me hard, driving my fingers in and out of her cunt. As her orgasm passed, she slid down the wall, squatting on her haunches. She pulled my hand to her mouth, sucking my fingers into her face. I braced my body with the other hand on the tile. Reaching to me, Sandy pulled my hips forward, her mouth clamped over my mound. Her tongue snaked between my slit, flicking back and forth over my clit. My hips humped forward, her hands wrapped my backside, pulling me hard to her mouth.

Biting down on my swollen clit, her tongue mashed the bud back and forth hard between her teeth.

"Sandy," I screamed loudly. "Oh fuck, suck me," I screamed, my body leading me onward without cognizant thought. I pushed against her mouth, forcing her deep into my crotch. Tilting my hips, I plastered my cunt over her mouth and nose. Sandy licked me, sucked my flesh hard, nipping, biting, sucking me deep into her mouth. My orgasm was instant, exploding quickly, my senses flooded with every nerve screaming. As I exploded, she shoved her face deep in my crotch, her tongue pumping in and out of my cunt. Her head shaking uncontrollably, Sandy ate my cunt furiously, lapping, licking, and sucking my flesh hard.

Now too sensitive, I pushed her face back, pulled her to her feet, and kissed her softly. My breathing was returning to normal as we hugged, warm water cascading down my back. I pulled away, grabbed the soap, and began to wash her body, taking my time to carefully wash her private parts. I ran my fingers through the short pubic hair. "I get to shave this," I muttered, letting my finger dip between her lips, mashing her clit for an instant.

"Fair is fair," she said. "I get to do yours," she followed. "But first, I get you up stairs," she offered. "Make love to me in your bed, Grandpa's bed," she asked softly. "Make me scream like Grandpa did you," she looked to me.

We quickly finished our showers, heading to our room. Our new story has just begun.

Mommy's Angel Ch. 02

by mtnman2003©

I pulled the covers back on the bed, turned to look at her naked body. "Lay down baby," I instructed her. Sandy moved quickly, centering her body in the middle of the bed. I crawled to her side, thigh high, watching her mound as I moved toward her. Her hips rocked softly back and forth. I reached to pat her knee, pulling it toward me. As her leg moved toward me, I rolled over her leg, lowering my chest to the mattress, snuggling down between her legs. Her breathing haltered, her right leg bent at the knee, pulling up to match her left. Spreading her knees wide, I looked to her cunt, glistening with her juices. Her short hair, matted from my earlier play, was now fresh, showered, and anticipating more. I slid my hands around her hips, pulling my body up to her. Lowering my face, I extended my tongue, reaching to touch her exposed clit. Licking the hard nub, Sandy's body exploded upwards as guttural grunt escaped her lips. Holding her hips high, she tilted her hips up and down. I leaned to her, grabbed her clit between my teeth, clamping firmly over the sensitive flesh as my tongue darted to flick it back and forth, mashing it hard to my teeth.

"Mother," Sandy screamed, her legs clamping over my ears. I pushed my mouth to her, taking her entire vulva into my mouth. I thrashed her, licking, sucking hard. I glanced to her, her head lifted upwards, her eyes wide, her teeth clenched. Her breathing was ragged, labored. I probed her flesh, finding her clit again, mashing it firmly, repeatedly. Her hips lifted, flexed, dropped over and over as I chewed on her clit, sucked the labia majora in my mouth, nipped the labia minora, and jammed my tongue into her wet cunt. I lapped her, sucked her, chewed on her flesh passionately. I wanted her, wanted to drive her quickly to orgasm, needing to hear her scream for me. I knew she was approaching her orgasm, listening to her breathing, feeling the urgency in her hips, her cunt.

As her hips lifted, time slowed down. Opening her legs wider, she offered me her cunt, her sex. I sucked her clit into my mouth, clamping firmly to hold her. My tongue danced over her flesh, mashing it back and forth quickly, firmly. At that instant, I shoved two fingers into her wet hole, shoving them completely into her cunt. Her body erupted into a hard, thrashing orgasm. Her hips bounced under my mouth, lifting, circling, then dropping. Her hands reached to my head, her fingers intertwining into my hair, pulling me almost savagely to her, twisting my head back and forth between her folds. I licked, sucked, and fucked her with my fingers, pounding in and out of her body as fast as I could. I added a third, then fourth finger. Her legs opened even wider as her face froze, lust filling her senses.

"Oh fuck me Mom," she grunted hard. I pushed my hand slowly, hard into her cunt. As my fingers slid forward, my thumb instinctively closed to my palm. I pushed hard, her cunt gave way, enveloping my hand. I watched as my hand entered her cunt, her lips wrapping my wrist. Startled, I hesitated, pulling back quickly. My coated hand appeared again.

"Good God," I groaned.

"What did you just do to me," grunted Sandy. "Oh my god," she groaned. "Do it again," she continued.

I glanced to her, hesitated, and shoved my hand forward again. Passing quickly, my hand disappeared into her cunt. My senses fired, my cunt ached. I closed my hand to a fist, pushing forward hard. I pulled back quickly, my fist locked my hand in her cunt. I thrust forward, pulled back, and pushed forward again. I pounded her, fucking her hard. Opening my hand, I pulled almost out, stopping, and slamming forward again. As my hand passed, I fisted her again. Sandy bucked hard, her ass several inches above the bed.

"Fuck me hard Mom," she screamed. Her continued screams grew louder with each thrust into her body. Her eyes were rolling in her head. I slammed her again as she bucked to me. I moved quickly to my knees, my hand buried in her cunt. My left hand reached to her mound, my thumb riding over her clit, mashing it back and forth as I pounded my hand in and out of her soaked cunt. Her cunt was so tight, squeezing my hand, her lips stretching to hold my wrist with each withdrawal. I pounded her flesh hard, my thumb mashing her clit. Within seconds, her hips lifted again, a deep, guttural scream erupted from her body as her hips flailed in the air, impaled on my hand. Convulsing, her body dropped, her knees crossing, her body shuddering. I stopped my movements, relaxed my hand, and slid my hand from her cunt. Her legs dropped beside me, stretching flat to the bed.

"What the hell was that," she groaned softly. I sat in disbelief. I had just fucked her with my whole hand. God I was horny. I snaked my soaked hand to my clit, my fingers spreading my lips, mashing my clit hard. I closed my eyes, tilted my head back as I thrashed my clit. I needed to cum.

"Fuck baby," I muttered out loud. Sandy rose, moving to my side.

"My turn Mother," she groaned softly. I laid back, taking her place in the middle of the bed. "Open your legs for me," she instructed. Moving quickly, Sandy positioned her body between my legs. Her hands reached to my cunt. Carefully, she spread my lips wide, exposing my clit to the cool air of the bedroom. "Did Grandpa lick your beautiful pussy Momma," she asked, extending her tongue to touch my hard clit. "Did he bite your clit," she groaned, sucking my clit into her mouth.

"Yes baby," I hissed between clenched teeth.

Sandy shook her head back and forth, tugging on my swollen clit. Her tongue thrashed the sensitive flesh. Pulling back, her fingers traced up and down my slit, reaming my hole.

"I would lay in bed listening to you fuck him," Sandy continued. "I would masturbate, trying to cum with you," she continued. Her fingers parted my lips, shoving softly into my body. I exhaled as she shoved them deep. Pulling back quickly, she shoved them forward again. "God I wanted Grandpa to fuck me too," she whispered. "I wanted to feel his cock in my cunt," she groaned deeply. Her fingers shoved deep into my cunt, filling me. Pulling back, she added a third finger, then fourth.

"Oh god baby," I groaned as she slammed in and out quickly. My mind flashed, wanting her to fuck my cunt hard, her whole hand buried in my body. "Baby, shove your hand in my cunt," I whispered. I rocked my hips back and forth, wanting, needing her to ravage me as I had done her. "Please baby," I groaned.

"Cum for me Momma," Sandy whispered, leaning to suck my clit into her mouth. Grabbing my clit, her tongue thrashed my clit as her fingers penetrated in and out of my cunt. Holding my clit firmly, her tongue danced over my flesh, mashing my clit back and forth against her teeth. Focused on her tongue, my body quickly moved forward, the orgasm building fast. My hips bucked to her mouth, tilting to take her thrusts into my body. My orgasm burst through my body, my hips lifting high, holding against her mouth. Bucking with each spasm, I humped her mouth as she ground her teeth to my flesh. I flooded my hole with juices. As I convulsed, my hips dropped, tilting to give her access to my body. Her hand shoved forward, my cunt grabbed her hand, refusing her penetration. As she shoved harder, my body gave way, her hand slid into my soaked depths. Lights flashed, my brain screamed.

"Oh fuck," I grunted. "Feels like Grandpa," I groaned. Sandy thrust in and out of my cunt hard.

"I thought so too," Sandy groaned back to me.

Her words vibrated around in my skull. "I fucked him for my 18th birthday Momma," she continued. My body exploded into a second orgasm, my hips pounding her hand hard, taking her deep. Cognizant thought returned.

"You what," I said, my body flopping to the bed, her hand still buried deep in my body. My body involuntarily shuddered as she pulled her hand back, sliding from my cunt.

"I fucked Grandpa," she said. "He was my present to myself," she continued. "His cock was so big, so beautiful," her voice trailed off. "He loved us so much," she whimpered. She fell forward, snuggling in my arms. Our naked bodies pressed together, our legs intertwined, shoving our sexes together. "I miss him too," she said softly. I pulled the covers up to keep us warm as she kissed my neck, her kisses soft, warm.

My mind ran 100mph in every direction. Was it her first time? We drifted off to sleep, but my mind was far from relaxing. Over and over in my head, I watched my father slowly, artfully, saddle in behind and grab my baby's hips, pulling his cock softly into her body. I watched her head arch back as he pulled her hair, impaling her completely. I watched her hips buck, grinding against each thrust. I could hear his hips slap her ass, the sound echoing off the walls. I could see him standing on his tip toes, raising his crotch higher, her hips tilting to take his monstrous cock as he plunged into her body. And her scream, I could hear her guttural groan as he penetrated her deeply. In color, full wrap around sound filled my senses. I grew wet, my hand rubbing hard over my naked mound, my hips rising to push against my fingers. I needed his cock again, to fill me, to feel him cum in my body. I ached for him. I wanted him.

My hips lurched involuntarily, my eyes exploding open as Sandy clamped her teeth down on my engorged, exposed clit. My hands flew to her head, hesitating only slightly as I gasped for a breath. I opened my legs wide, giving her access to me, to my sex. I could not breathe, she sucked my clit deep into her mouth, her tongue thrashing me hard, fast, mashing my clit to her teeth. Possessed, she sucked me hard, driving my needing body to an explosive orgasm within minutes. I flooded her, almost drowned her as she lapped at my soaked cunt. Coming up for air, she grinned at me, licking her lips, using her fingers to clean her cheeks, then sucking her fingers into her mouth.

"Hey Momma," she grinned at me. "What were you dreaming," she asked. "You were moaning, so I took advantage of it," she quipped.

"Dreaming of your Grandfather," I responded, crossing my legs tight, squeezing my sensitive clit. I stared at her, looking deep into her eyes. "Baby, you fucked your Grandfather?" I asked. "Did he come to you," I continued.

"No Momma, I came to him," she whispered, her face dropping from my stare. "He was in his room, laying on the bed after you left one day for work," she continued. "I had made my mind up, I wanted him," her voice trailed off. "To be the first, my only," she blurted. "I wanted what you had," she whispered. "You were always so happy," she finished. I pulled her up, pulling her close again to me, our bodies melding once again.

"Baby, it's ok," I whispered. "He loved us so much," I continued. "And you are so beautiful, I am not surprised he could not resist you," I stammered.

"He was so peaceful, sleeping soundly as I came into your room," Sandy volunteered. "I just crawled into bed with him," she continued. "I moved down, took his cock in my hands, and sucked him into my mouth," she stated. "Under the covers, he thought it was you," she breathed softly. "He grew very hard in my mouth, I was so wet," she groaned. "I crawled up his body, straddled him, and shoved his cock into my cunt," she said so innocently. "As I ground my body down, he threw back the covers, seeing it was me," she continued. "I humped him hard, driving his big cock completely into my body, humping my hips back and forth hard, fast," she followed. "His hips lurched, driving his massive cock up into my body," she finished. Looking to me, I could see her love for her Grandpa. "I cried softly as I fucked him. It was so good," she whimpered, her mind pulling up her memories. "He came buckets in my cunt," she grinned, her face brightening. "And we fucked for days on end," she continued. "We had to be careful," she hesitated. "Grandpa wanted me to tell you, but I couldn't," her voice trailed off.

"He let me watch you and him several times," she blurted out. "And then he had that heart attack," she cried softly. I pulled her close, leaning to kiss her lips gently. Caressing her face, I knew instantly how much I loved this young girl, this woman of my loins. I wrapped my arms tightly around her, hugging her tight.

With no prior thought, my mouth exploded forth words that were not planned. "You on the pill," I questioned?

Sandy hesitated, pushing back from me. "No Momma," she cried out. "I'm pregnant," she gushed.

Everything jumped to slow motion. Brain waves, sight, hearing, breathing, all stopped as her words filtered into my head. Blank faced, I lay staring at her.

"Momma," she asked questioningly. "Breathe Momma," came a command.

"Are you sure," I blurted out.

"I have not had a period in over two months," she responded matter of fact.

I stared at her, her face locked in confusion, fear, and more.

"Baby, that's wonderful," I chimed, a grin crossing my face as I grabbed her, embracing my baby hard. "Oh sweetie, we get to have part of your Grandfather with us," I continued. My hand ran down her torso, flattening on her abdomen. "Have you told anyone," I asked. "How are you feeling? Have you seen the doctor?" questions erupted from me. "Oh baby, I love you so much," I blathered.

I moved quickly down her body, sliding between her legs. My hands caressed her, my thumbs, spreading her lips, opening her cleft to me, showing me her wetness, her engorged clit. "Grandpa's big cock sliding into your hole," I continued as I pushed a finger between her lips, pushing it into her body. Her hips arched, lifting her clit. I leaned to her, sucking her hard clit into my waiting mouth.

"Make me cum Momma," Sandy pleaded. "Oh god make me cum," she groaned as I bit down on her clit, my tongue mashing it back and forth, held firmly by my teeth. Her hips bucked against my mouth. Wrapping my arms around her legs, I pulled her body to me, shoving my tongue deep into her hole. I lapped along her slit, my tongue circling, mashing her clit with each pass.

"Grandpa's baby," I whispered, leaning back to watch Sandy as I shoved two fingers deep into her cunt. A guttural scream erupted from her as I pounded my fingers hard in and out of her soaked cunt.

"Oh fuck Momma," Sandy groaned with each thrust. Her hips bucked, lifting above the bed. "I'm close," she hissed, her legs quivering to hold her high. A groan came from deep in her body as her orgasm erupted. I leaned forward, licking her clit again between my teeth. I held on for dear life as she bucked through her orgasm. My face was soaked with her juices.

I knew as she lay panting before me, I needed my toys. I needed to fuck her with my cock. I needed to hear her scream, to hear my hips slap her backside. God I wanted her. But these pleasures would wait for the evening. Things had to get done around the house.

"I hope it's a boy," I blurted out. "You could fuck him when he is old enough," I whispered. I leaned to kiss her tummy. "Baby boy, I hope you have your father's cock," I groaned. "Just maybe, he will fuck us both," I stated mischievously, diving to suck Sandy's clit again into my mouth. Maybe just one more orgasm before we get up for the day.

"Momma," Sandy groaned, her legs opening wide, her hips lifting to my mouth.