Family Reunion Blues Ch. 01-02

Just as we all passed the bong around and each took a hit, in walked Shannon, my next to youngest daughter and the last person to join us that night...Well, that was aside from her male companion, Chad, who looked like a linebacker for the Denver Broncos or something, he was so huge. I had to wonder how he managed to fuck Shannon and not rip her open coming and going, but as long as he didn't hurt her without her permission, I had no cause to intervene, even as protective as I naturally felt as her old man. For that matter, his dick size might not even match his height and weight, a thought that amused me for some odd reason.

"Nice to meet you, young man. I'm Dan, this is Jessie, we're Shannon's parents. Chad, is it? How long have you been dating Shannon? I don't recall hearing about you, in fact," I asked the beefy fellow.

"Six...weeks. In case you're wondering, we've not yet...gone all of the way. M fault, in fact. I...just...I haven't been ready . See...I'm a virgin with girls. I've done...oral a little, even gone down on a few...not really my scene, but I tried it. I gave it a shot, though. I'm...planning to give my virginity to your daughter tonight, though, if that's...cool," Chad stammered before I handed him the bong.

"Chill, kiddo. If Shannon wants to fuck you, it's cream cheese, if not, and you then go for it, your lack of experience will be the least of your troubles. All that I insist upon is consent and respect for her wishes and feelings, that sort of shit. Basic motherfucking human decency. That's not too much, I think. No date rape, no drugging, no 'non-consent/reluctance' bullshit will fly with me. She's not gonna force you and I expect you to show her the same courtesy. Her mother and I brought her up better than that. That's all that I ask. Just chill and go with the flow, Joe," I reassured the young man, though I sensed that something was...off about him...I just couldn't put my finger on why he was so nervous and uncomfortable.

Chapter Two

Things became a haze after a while, due to the booze, the pot, the food, and our general fatigue. We all ended up crashing and sleeping wherever we were at the moment. I had weird dreams, of course, but I couldn't recall most of them when I awoke. It didn't matter, anyway, as they were just a few dreams, right? I didn't quite know what time it was, or for that matter, who was present. I didn't even know what room I was in at first. I had to look down to realize that I wore my favorite boxers, the ones with the red and black colors of House Targaryen from Game of Thrones (and their dragon sigil with their words, "Fire and Blood"). I liked to joke at times that I was luckier than Aegon the Conqueror, because he had just two wives, but I had five (of course, four of the "five" weren't really my wives, but who was counting). I also had three sisters to his two, so that was something, right?

I looked around me and discovered that I was actually on the sofa, but I wasn't alone. Snuggling up next to me, I noticed that there was a cute, plump brunette with a playful smile on her face. She wasn't just any ol' busty babe, either. She was Linds...my youngest daughter. She didn't wear much in the way of clothing, but she wasn't naked, either. She had my T-shirt on...and nothing else. Smiling even more at me, Linds quietly slid my boxers down to expose my thick cock, stiff with my morning wood.

"Daddy, I think that it's time, don't you? We've been flirting with this for a while now, haven't we? Certainly we did so last night. You want this...I want this. I don't think that it's an accident that you wear the colors of House Targaryen, is it? Just as it's no accident that you've taken Aunts Monica, Erica, Tina, and Miriam as lovers, in addition to Mom, am I right? You dig incest, so do I. I think that it's the most natural thing in the world, to kiss, embrace, fuck, make love to, sleep with, and cuddle with one's own family, one's flesh and blood, kith and kin. Who can you trust more than family, right? So, how about we do what we've both wanted to do for ages...and fuck already?

"Mickey isn't putting out like he should, anyway, maybe he'll change his mind when he sees how much you desire me...maybe he'll see what I have to offer a man...a lover...and if not...we can go back to just being friends. Besides, if Mom does her usual trick, he'll have no grounds to complain, not that this is really anyone's business but ours. What you and I do together is no more his business than anything that Mom might do with Junior or Jesse would be yours or Jenny's or Stacey's. Think about it...It's just between parent and grown-up pride and joy, right?" Linds enticed me as she took my cock into her mouth and began sucking it like it was a crime, which it actually was, come to think of it.

Her mouth felt like Heaven, sucking and slurping away on my dick, making it slick with her spit, the pressure building up in my balls as she inhaled my prick and grabbed my ass to hold on for better control. Linds showed an enthusiastic enjoyment of my cock, tasting and licking me from head to base one moment, gagging on me the next as she took me deep in her throat. The delight of being sucked off by my own daughter continued to cause me to grow closer to release, the result imminent as I felt my balls tense up and my seed shoot out into her mouth and onto her lips. She licked up every last drop with pleasure, winking at me as she gulped down my jizz.

I had to rush to the john, thanks to my forty-five year old body and its limitations, though I kept in reasonably good shape for my age. Almost a half century into my life, I'd beaten the odds, and Father Time, on a few fronts, but he got me back with the gray in my beard, the nagging prostate, and the lower threshold for booze. Not being one to miss her opening, Lindsay bent over the vanity after I washed my hands. She teased me with her cute, sweet ass, those lovely cheeks mooning me as she lifted my T-shirt and offered to take it balls deep in her juicy twat.

I drove it deeper by the stroke, going further inside my nineteen year old daughter with every thrust and motion of my hips and hers. Her skin darkened in hue with each stroke, even as she shivered and the goosebumps formed on her flesh and mine alike. I felt her bosom heave with the shallow breaths that followed, her hair now sweaty and clinging to her skin. She had a sheen of sweat shining on her face as she panted and took it harder from behind. I reveled in the slippery twat surrounding my cock, welcoming me far inside her depths, her tunnel, burying it in her snatch. She gasped and whimpered as I probed farther into her body, claiming her as mine, as Daddy's slut princess at last.

This was when I looked into the mirror and saw that we weren't alone. Behind us was my own dear wife, Jessie, who smiled and winked as she watched me pork our daughter so vigorously, thrusting hard and fast into my slut princess's cunt with my usual abandon. My better half, or at least better-looking one, walked up to me and slipped her arms around my waist to kiss my neck and press her breasts against my back. She whispered kinky, wanton things into my ears, mostly in her mother's Lebanese dialect of Arabic as well as in French. She might be Catholic, but she certainly wasn't very saintly right then.

"I want to see our Linds swell up with your baby. Perhaps she'll wed that Mickey and we'll just tag along on the honeymoon, so you can fuck her while I distract him. I might even convince him to sit and watch his wife get plundered by her own father. I would love to see her baby bump from your love child as she took her wedding vows...perhaps vows specially written for them by us. Think that we can pull that off? I think that would be very hot, and no, the priests wouldn't go for it, but then we're both very lapsed in our Catholicism, aren't we? I don't think that Linds would have been baptized if my mother hadn't pulled a fast one that way," Jessie sniffed my neck and helped guide my thrusts by holding onto my hips as I grabbed Linds's sweet, plump bottom.

"Ohhhh, God...I'm cumming!" Linds announced as she creamed herself, squirting on my cock with her sweet, slick snatch, which felt like a velvet glove caressing my dick.

It was too much, of course, and I expelled my seed into her wonderful twat. I filled Linds up with my load, even as Jessica licked and sucked me clean from her own daughter's slit. I finally slumped on top of my slut princess, breathing heavily as I went limp at last. My dick slipped out of her cunt, leaving my jizz behind, something that Jess exploited by taking a few pictures with her cell phone for her personal "jilling off" collection.

"Shower?" I offered my sweet Linds, who limped back to a standing position before she nodded assent, quickly realizing that we weren't going to have it to ourselves...my wife joined us under the hot jets.