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Story Title : The Maid - PART 1 of 2

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This devious tale is about the new maid that comes into
the house and seduces the father, then wants more! 



Chapter I 



She came highly recommended, with references and a
resume that greatly impressed me. The children loved
her, my wife was thankful of the excellent work she did,
and I was able to spend more time with my work. The maid
also entered my family and began to systematically
control or terrorize everyone in the household. It was
a warped and demented person that used every device
available to her to manipulate me and my loved ones. 

Tiyar was gorgeous. And because of that simple fact,
perhaps I gave her too much latitude. My wife was the
one that actually hired her - Linda was very impressed
with the young woman. Everything was going fine for
several months; the new live-in maid was perfect. Life
between me and my wife was renewed. And my two kids
seemed happy with the maid, and the intoxicating feel-
ings their parents radiated. My wife even phoned the
references, and they all were impeccable and just a
little impressive. And the months after she moved in
proved that our patience and diligence in looking for
the perfect maid seemed to pay off when we found Tiyar.
 
When things began to change, it wasn't anything huge or
obvious, just simple little intuitions that became more
and more apparent. For instance, my teenage daughter
seemed to be infatuated with the new woman in the house
and followed upon every word and action the maid did,
while I noticed my wife was becoming the direct
opposite, looking upon the brown-skinned beauty with
contempt and disgust, though she had yet to mention her
feelings and I don't know why her feelings had changed
about the maid. In truth, I was the last to realize what
was going on in my own house. 


Chapter II 



"Sir, I found this note in the garbage. Is it yours?"
The dark brown innocent-looking eyes of Tiyar awaited
my answer as she held out the crumpled paper to me. 

"Thank you." I took the note and read it. It was from
my business partner, that an important meeting had been
rescheduled and was to start... an hour ago! I could not
control the anger in my voice. "Did you take this note
Ti?" I often called her this, as she had asked me to
during the first week she began work. 

"No, Mr. Simons." And I believed her - it was written
in my wife's handwriting. 

"God damn it all to hell!" I spun about and slammed my
hands upon my desk. I forgot the maid standing at my
flank. Since I missed the meeting, my company probably
lost the chance we had for a huge account, and a large
amount of revenue. Why would Linda throw out a message
that I hadn't received yet? 

I spun about to go out to the backyard where my wife
was taking in some sun. Instead I discovered Ti kneeling
before me. Her head was down as she picked up the mess
I had made that morning while working. From the angle
that she was I could see directly down the front of her
dress to her ample bosom. The naturally brown skin
tantalized and stunned me for a brief second. I, of
course, had noticed that the maid was a very beautiful
young woman, but usually my appraisal was less than
energetic. The large firm mounds swayed beneath her as
she reached and grabbed the small bundles of garbage, a
sight that greatly incensed me. I could see much of her
breast, minus the sight of her nipple, a part of her
upon which I eagerly imagined. 

After several enjoyable moments of this sight, she
looked up directly into my eyes, her hands and knees
still upon the floor. Silence. I was extremely conscious
that my knees were spread and she was but an arm's reach
from my crotch, while her face was level with my lap. 

"Honey?!" It was Linda. 

It took a few seconds before I answered, all thought of
the crumpled note gone, just the silent beauty kneeling
before me with my thoughts. "Yes?" Ti stood and immedi-
ately took the garbage pail out of my den. My wife
entered seconds after, dressed in a see-through summer
wrap which revealed her one-piece swimsuit underneath.
"Oh..." I was startled by her sudden appearance. 

"Hi, dear. Did you get some work done?" It wasn't really
a question since she knew the answer to that query. "I
was wondering if you want me to get you anything from
the market?" 

I barely understood the words that she spoke as my
attention was centered upon her chest. The sway of it
hypnotized me and demanded my action, as I enjoyed my
wife's bosom reminiscent of Ti's. I stood suddenly and
pulled my wife to me, my mouth immediately pressing
against hers. I was hungry for relief; also, I wanted
to taste her sun-warmed soft breast. This was not as
unusual or uncontrollable an emotion as it seems, since
when we were first married I often lost control of my
senses and thought with my lower head, though I had not
given this type of demanding attention to my wife in
over ten years, and she wasn't prepared for my animal
hunger. 

My sight was filled with the sway of Ti's brown- skinned
breasts and my own wife's soft chest even as my hands
pulled the straps down from Linda's shoulders revealing
her left white boob. My salivating mouth encircled her
nipple. I didn't notice my wife's nervousness or sur-
prise at my actions. She didn't resist me, but she also
didn't help me any. The only thing that escaped her lips
was a simple "oh", when my tongue flicked her hardened
nipple. 

I spun my wife about and pressed her down onto the top
of my desk. Quickly I pulled the crotch of her bikini
to the side and held it wide as I freed my cock. I sunk
my manhood deep within her in a single lunge. My pas-
sions rushed my actions and I pressed my wife's shapely
legs to her chest giving me direct access to her love
channel. She moaned and rotated her hips, while I was
in a frenzy as I pounded into her again and again. Linda
began to squeeze her own exposed breast, the other hand
moving down between her spread legs to flick her
blood-enlarged clitoris. 

My surprised wife orgasmed even as my own shot deep
within her. I fucked her as an animal, and she in turn
enjoyed my actions. My life-giving juices shot out of me
even as I noticed a movement from the still-open doorway.
Linda had her eyes tightly closed as she spasmed in sexual
relief, and didn't notice my movement nor saw the maid
standing in the door watching our nuptial coupling. Ti 
was rhythmically squeezing a large breast above her
clothes while the other hand rubbed outside her covered
sex mound. I was startled and excited at the sight of my
maid as she viewed my enjoyment with Linda. 

My wife's voice caused the maid to turn quickly and leave
the open doorway, while my attention was again returning
to normal and I looked deep into my wife's happy eyes. "I
guess you don't want anything from the store?" I hadn't the
energy to laugh. 

 Chapter III 

I hadn't forgotten the intoxicating sight of my maid's upper
breast., nor the gentle sway they had undergone as she
moved before me. And the sight of Ti's excitement as she
rubbed herself before me and my wife was embarrassing,
not to say damn exciting. Thank goodness Linda hadn't
noticed. In fact, after our torrid encounter in my study, she
had a renewed vigor and energy with me. Perhaps I should
become a sexual beast more often with my wife. 

Nothing was said between Tiyar and myself about that
afternoon. We acted as if nothing had ever happened. Yet
our eyes would sometimes meet and a silent communication
would pass between us. A few times I had caught her eyes
upon me, attempting to pierce my clothing. I was also doing
the same towards her. Things would have continued from
that point if I didn't walk in on Ti as she was masturbating. 

It was the Sunday after her witnessing my nuptial coupling
and the house was quiet when I got home from golf. I had
thought everyone gone, even Ti since it was her day off,
but I was standing in the hallway browsing through the
Sunday Paper when I noticed movement from down the hall
leading to the kitchen. Actually, once I stuck my head
around the corner I determined the movement had come
from the breakfast nook and not from the actual kitchen.
And what I saw startled me, even after seeing my maid's
hunger as she watched me and Linda. 

Ti was sitting before the large bay window that lead out to
the backyard, her right side facing me. She was sitting in
the large comfortable chairs Linda had wanted so badly,
and had her naked feet placed up on the window sill. The
long brown smooth legs were uncovered and lead right up
to the edge of her oversized tee-shirt, the knees well apart.
She was almost laying horizontal in that chair, but her face
was staring out the window, directly at my wife's bikini-
clothed body. That was a shock, but when Ti moaned and
clenched her unseen crotch with both hands, I was truly
amazed. 

Perhaps Ti had not been excited at seeing me the other day
 but my wife! I wasn't sure if I should be disgusted or turned
on. Ti was a very beautiful woman, and the fact that she was
interested in my wife's body instead of mine puzzled me. I
could barely see Linda out in the yard, laying face down
upon the huge towel, her body glistening with tanning
lotion and sweat, the sun darkening her pale skin. She too
looked attractive. 

Again Ti moaned, one arm moving faster upon her crotch
than the other. I could just make out the faint noise of her
juicy vagina as its folds were being manipulated. As I stood
dumbly in the hallway, Ti brought up one hand, covered in
her sexual secretions and sucked on the fingers one at a time,
being sure to get every drop. She then used the same hand to
begin to pinch her nipples through her tee-shirt. Her bottom
began to rotate upon the chair, in time to her moaning and
heavy breathing, yet her eyes never left the naked limbs of
my wife. 

Linda, meanwhile, was unaware of the audience she had,
but lay contented before the pool, a few feet from the large
window. She was reading one of those trashy novels house-
wives seem to purchase often. Her feet were waving about
in the air as she was raised up on her elbows. Her breasts
hung down in the slim bathing suit, and from the angle she
was at I could see almost all the way to her navel. A tall
glass with a drink sat next to her, and she reached out to
wipe the sweat from the clear cup. She rubbed the moisture
upon her upper chest and forehead. Linda did indeed look
delicious, and I may have lingered to enjoy the sight of her
if Ti had not. 

The maid's enjoyment was reaching a climax, her body was
quivering uncontrollably now, her calf muscles jumping in
excitement, the sounds of pleasure loud against the silence
of the house. Ti stiffened noticeably while her body became
like a statue for several lengthy seconds. Her climax shot
throughout her body, and then she began to relax and enjoy
the sexual after effects. It took a long time for her to get her
body back under control. 

Ti suddenly turned her head and looked directly into my eyes.
Without any emotion upon her face she looked down upon my
bulging crotch and appraised my covered organ. She stood,
and for a brief second I wondered if she would come towards
me, yet she promptly disappeared about the corner towards
her bedroom. 

The breakfast room smelled faintly like a woman's sexual heat,
and I stood before the large window at the close proximity of
my wife as she lay still unaware of what had just transpired.
Out of the corner of my eye, I again saw movement, but so
enthralled was I in what I had just seen, I didn't realize it was
from the opposite direction than Tiyar had departed to. 

 Chapter IV 

I had come to the conclusion that the sight I had witnessed had
been a damn turn-on! Watching the beautiful Tiyar mastur-
bating was stimulating enough, but in addition the idea that
what had prompted her action was my wife's near-naked body
was extremely exciting. That night as I lay next to my sexy wife,
my cock pounding in and out of her wet hole, my vision was
filled with Ti. I fantasized about my maid, and the erotic sight
of her masturbating while my near-naked wife lay unsuspecting
near by. 

Though things about the house seemed to return to "normal", I
treated Tiyar the same as I had before my sight of her enjoying
herself. If anything, my wife noticed the difference just by the
amount of sexual attention she was receiving. Almost daily I
would point my active imagination upon my unsuspecting, but
pleased, wife. I didn't think I would again enjoy such a high sex
drive now as I had when I was still in my late teens. So Ti was
responsible for my marriage becoming almost better than ever. 

On one occasion Ted and Sherry, our neighbours, came over for
supper and drinks. It was a usual occurrence, happening about
once every month. The five of us, including Ti, sat about eating
the delicious Italian cuisine and chatting normally. Everything
was normal. 

I felt a light touch upon my right side, next to my trouser zipper.
Thinking I had dropped something in my lap, I glanced quickly
down and saw a small thin brown-skinned hand reaching for my
zipper. Like a flash I forced myself to look up, and not at Ti, who
was busier than anybody actually realized at that table. I grasped
her small hand in my beefy paw just as she found the clasp to the
zipper. She didn't resist as I pushed that hand firmly away from
my lap. 

Again, she reached for me, and again I forced her hand away
from me. I quickly glanced to my side and saw that she was
chatting with my wife and Sherry, while Ted looked on and
listened dutifully. This time when her hand found my zipper, I
didn't resist. Perhaps it was the many nights of fantasizing or the
sheer lust I had for my young maid. The zipper barely resisted
her attempts and I felt a breeze well within my trousers, before
slim cold fingers fumbled with my the fly on my boxer shorts. 

I couldn't resist tensing up when her cold fingers found my
flaccid sex, but thankfully no-one noticed my discomfort.
Quickly, she rhythmically squeezed my cock until it quickly
hardened. Again I glanced down, the sight irresistible, her
thin fingers attempting to circle my throbbing member. The
fingers warmed quickly upon my penis, and she slowly moved
it up and down, stroking me expertly. I didn't resist, nor did I
help, I just sat their and enjoyed it. 

Across the table, my wife looked over at me and smiled happily.
Seconds later, Ted began to question me about business, and I
animatedly chatted with him. Up and down the fingers went,
and my mind began to drift. Just when I thought it prudent to
discontinue, Ti withdrew her hand from my raised pole and
grasped my hand discreetly, pulling it to her lap. She was
wearing a loose summer skirt and I found the hem raised to
her waist. My maid placed my hand directly between her warm
thighs and right upon her wet hairless uncovered crotch. I
almost lost my supper. She returned to stroking my cock. 

Never before had I felt such a sexy and wet slit. It was a marvel
that I explored more out of curiosity than passion. Her natural 
uices had coated the whole sex mound and her strong inner
thighs, which in turn coated my hand. I had to resist the
temptation to lift my fingers to my lips to taste and smell her.
I could feel the dilemma that she was creating with her stroking
fingers upon my cock, and I acted out of instinct as I found
and rotated her clitoris. She wiggled with delight, while asking
my wife a question about the meal. 

I remembered the sight as my wife had lain within sight of my
maid's excited eyes, and her reaction. It was obvious to me that
she had not thought only of my pretty wife as sexy. The moving
fingers were proof of that. I could feel the tension building
between my legs and knew this encounter would soon come to
a close. As the sperm began to build in pressure, I plunged a
single finger into her surprisingly tight sex hole. 

I could feel my seed shoot out the head of my cock even while
her vagina clasped my fucking finger in a hungry and climaxing
grasp. It was one of the most peculiar orgasms I have ever had.
Ti and I both climaxed simultaneous, yet neither had a huge cum.
I for one was attempting to hide my enjoyment from my wife and
company, while very conscious of any above table movements. It
was a strange orgasm, but fulfilling all the same. 

Several moments went by and Ti and I returned our hands to our
laps. Unseen by anyone else at the table, my maid daintily lifted
her expert hand and licked off two drops of pearly white sperm,
smiling at me all the while. I looked into her eyes as I finally lifted
and quickly tasted my hand, her juices delicious and her scent
strong but highly addictive. 

 Chapter V 

What happened next should be obvious - that I would seek out the
maid and become a sexual beast upon her. Yet that is not how it
happened. I did seek her out in the darkness of the night, but could
not find her in her room or even in any of the obvious places in the
house. So I began to hunt the not so obvious places. 

I came upon my teenage daughter's room and the slightly open door.
The crack glowed with a yellow pale light from within, though not
enough to even brighten the hallway where I stood. It was no
perverse or demented reason that I stole a peek into my daughter's
privacy, just simple interest and casual turn of the head. Inside, my
slim pretty young girl leisurely masturbated unknown to her father's
sudden surprise. 

At first, I was surprised and shocked that my "little girl" had
advanced in years and that her own sexuality had emerged,
something that I had dreaded and pretended not to notice. Yet
my eyes and ears proved that her body was becoming something
that a father never wants for his daughter - a woman's body. A
wave of guilt ran through me, from my intrusion into affairs that
hardly included me. But her slim, strong, tanned limbs enticed
and seduced my vision as well as my mind and I stood rooted to
the spot, my eyes glued to the long spread legs of my own flesh
and blood. 

Time had no meaning, it was measured in the movement of my
daughter's long shiny wet fingers upon her obviously excited
vagina. She was naked, not a stitch of clothing or a blanket hid
any part of her from my prying eyes. I would involuntarily lick
my lips as I watched the excited young lady arch her back off
the bed, and grasp her own young firm breast in her clawlike
hands. The hand between her legs would move to the enlarged
clitoris showing above her glistening slit to agitate it viciously
before moving back down to rub up and down the full length of
her slightly spread sex lips. Her gasp of self-pleasure echoing
in my ears almost deafened me with my guilty lust. 

My body was secular to my single sense of sight, yet that sight
noticed a movement beneath me. Or rather, just in front and
below me. Tiyar's eyes looked directly into my own, her fingers
fumbling with my tied-off rugby bottoms. I was shocked to have
a witness to my incestuous thoughts, although inaction, and
shocked that she obviously cared not. My hardness emerged
with a insistent jerk that slapped the young woman on her
cheek. With her eyes still looking into my own, she opened her
mouth and swallowed two-thirds of my manhood. This time,
my own quiet moan of delight resounded in time with my
daughter's mounting excitement. The maid closed her eyes
and earnestly began to please me. So my vision again returned
to my daughter's quickening movements. 

The teenager rolled to her side away from me and the doorway,
her hips pumping her sex against her wet fingers. She bit into
her own pillow to stifle a scream of pleasure. Even as my
daughter's orgasm approached, so did mine. A part of me
wanted to feel my seed spend at the exact moment my daughter
reacted to her own outrush of energy. And with the help of the
determined lips and mouth of my hired hand, it would soon be
accomplished. 

The seconds progressed more quickly than before, much to my
disappointment. My daughter returned to laying upon her back-
side, her legs spread almost horizontal and never once touching
the bed. I was amazed at my "little girl's" sexuality, and the
emotions she was about to expel was proof of her capacity. 

The face bobbing upon my cock mattered little. Ti didn't matter,
only her working mouth did, and even then only to produce an
orgasm that I had thought too dirty an action to do while being
a witness to my daughter's enjoyment. And Ti did an expert job,
even though she could not witness what I could see. And as
greedy as I was, I am glad that I was the only witness to the
beautiful young lady's pleasure. 

My cock began to shoot even before I was aware of the fact, so
engrossed in my own daughter's orgasm. She clenched fiercely,
both her thigh and shoulder muscles quivering violently, even
while her teeth ground and her fingers dug into flesh. I thought
my darling young girl would hurt herself, for that briefest of
moments, until she again collapsed flat upon the bed, her body
draped in exhaustion. The last of my sperm was deposited upon
the brown skin of my maid's cheek. 

I could barely stand, and backed up to lean against the hallway
wall. My maid stood triumphantly and pressed her clothed body
against my own. Without a word she kissed me passionately, my
own taste entering my mouth along with her spearing tongue. The
kiss lasted a scant few seconds, long enough for me to feel a gentle
ripple in my sex, before my maid stood away from me. She stole
my soul with her piercing gaze, then turned and left me alone in
the hallway. 

Guilty at all that had transpired, I quickly returned to my wife
and my bed. 

Chapter VI 

My obsession of Tiyar increased after that incident, her availability
seemingly open after our brief encounters. I desired the need to
possess her lovely body for my own. My vision was not secular; I
did notice that my wife was looking very sexy these last few days,
and my daughter was no longer a "little girl". Yet I didn't seek out
the attentions of my maid; instead I used my wife as a vehicle of
my desire. At least once a day I would feel the need to enjoy my
wife's pretty body, and it was always hard and fast. 

I hadn't thought my wife needed the attentions of another man, nor
did I expect to find her doing so in my own house. Yet that is
exactly what I discovered. Or rather Ti gave me forewarning and
showed me my unfaithful wife's wicked ways. 

The finger at her lips suggested she desired my silence, and I was
about to speak up anyway, at least until I heard my wife's voice. I
walked silently over to the living room door and looked through
the crack that the maid held open. Inside, Linda lay sideways
upon the couch, her head on my son's shoulder, her hand upon his
lap while he sat facing me, his one arm around his mother, the
other nervously clenching a pillow. 

Next to me, Ti moved away, allowing me to get a better view 
hile she stood back and watched me. I knew not what they were
discussing nor why I was spying upon my family. It appeared
they were doing nothing wrong. Yet a gut feeling held me in place. 

"So you find her more attractive than me?" It was a strange
question coming from my wife, at least when talking with her
teenaged son. He shrugged, unsure. "Tiyar is very attractive
isn't she?" She was attempting another tactic. My son nodded
affirmative. "Then you have had sex with her?" Her voice had
an edge. This sent a cold chill down my spine, and I anxiously
awaited the response. 

My son finally spoke up, "N...no." 

"But you think of her when you play with yourself?" I could see
his face turn red and nodded, yes. "How about when you fuck me?" 

What?! 

Linda's words shot spikes through me and I almost collapsed
upon the floor. By her own admission she had had sex with our
son. Everything I ever thought about my home life was shattered
in only seconds. How could this ever happen? 

The lad nodded no again and Linda looked relieved. She opened
her mouth and sucked his ear briefly, then she whispered some-
thing. He smiled hugely and moved his arm around her further
and cupped her full breast above her blouse. "Be careful, dear,
your father will be home soon. And that tramp is still in the
house!" I could hear the venom in her voice when she spoke
about Ti. My wife's hand moved up the boy's thigh and cupped
his bulging shorts, gripping him in a solid hold. Linda,
compared to her maid, was a slut. Any woman that desired,
seduced, and fucked her own son could be termed nothing but. 

He moved sideways towards her on the couch, "Please, mother!" 

Linda giggled then spoke quickly as she bent over into his
crotch, "Okay, dear, but make it quick." I could see her nimble
fingers unzip his cutoffs; a small hard cock quickly plopped out,
pointed right at my wife's mouth. As I would have seen her do
to me, she opened her mouth and inhaled his young cock, which
caused him to gasp out with pleasure. Her face and head
quickened, attempting to produce the teen's orgasm as fast as
she could. I could hardly breathe, as she mumbled between down
thrusts, "You...taste good! I will...suck...as long as...you don't...
fuck the maid." I watched as my son grunted then grasped his
mother's head in his strong youthful hands and begin to brutally
fuck her face. She managed a few more words, "Promise...me...?" 

Just as his words escaped his lips, "I promise, mother", he forced
my wife's face flat against his stomach, the whole cock inhaled,
while he obviously had an orgasm. His grunts of passion echoed
her moans of pleasure. It all ended very quickly and my wife sat
back up smiling at our son, while whipping away a drop of his
pearl colored come upon her chin with the back of her hand. 

"Don't forget you promised?!" she teased him while standing and
lifting the front of her flowing summer skirt. The off-white
colored garment was bunched around her waist and my son's
hands reached up and, with a smile, pulled his mother's cotton
white panties down to mid thigh. The teen reached around, cupped
her round firm asscheeks in his strong hands and pressed his face
into her crotch. She moaned yet again, as a response to his actions.
My vision was obstructed since she had moved to stand before my
son and the couch, her backside to me. I could see her tan-lined
ass rotate even while he roughly manipulated her round bottom.
Also, she began to taunt and guide him with words that tore my
heart out, and left my love for the woman I married a charred
husk of lies and deceit. 

"Again...yes dear...fuck my clit...in a circle, yeah right there...ugh
huh...yes!" In fact she continuously talked to him through the whole
five minutes he was down between her legs. I almost wished I had a
better view of the incestuous action. But alas, it also ended with my
wife's orgasm, her buttocks rippling uncontrollably, and my son's
gasps for air all happening after an eternity of witnessing the
degrading and disgusting sights. 

Silently as a zombie, I closed the swinging doors to the living room.
My actions, and body, were of an automaton. My mind was thinking
and remembering the last few moments, while my body slowly
returned to my car in the garage. I was about to leave it all at that
point, leave my wife and two kids. And yes, even Tiyar. But some-
thing held me back. Perhaps it was the fear of the unknown life that
I would have had to lead, or the pain of viewing the sight of my wife
and my son giving each other oral sex. 

Slowly, after an undetermined time, my mind returned to my body. I
finally resolved to stay at home, and not intervene until such a time as
I knew what the hell was going on. 

 Chapter VII 

The next few days were distant, at least with my interactions with
other people. I barely spoke to my wife, and never touched her. She,
of course, noticed my coldness and inquired into my feelings and
thoughts. I just smiled as warm as I could, then allowed her to kiss
me. On the cheek. I avoided my daughter - every time I saw her I
picture that pretty woman laying upon her bed naked and damn sexy.
And, of course, the guilty pleasure I had received just from that sight
alone. As for my son, I went out of my way to not see. And for some
strange reason didn't blame him for what was going on with my wife.
Linda was older, and his mother. She was to blame. I understood that
teenagers had raging hormones and would take anything that came
along, though I did wonder where the line must be drawn. Tiyar was
the only one that I didn't avoid; in fact, I wished she would seek my
company more often. 

I desired Tiyar's company for a new reason now; I thought she was
the only one who knew the tremendous emotions running through me,
and I figured I would be able to talk with her. When that moment
finally came, she sat down with me, alone in the house, and I talked
for almost an hour while she was being the perfect listener, even
holding my hand, kissing the fingertips in sympathy for my words.
A new rush of desire ran through me, one solely to possess this
beautiful and sexy maid. It was stronger than lust before. This time
I began to think I was falling in love with Tiyar. 

My house was not a comfortable place to live, and my daughter was
the first to voice this problem. She cried upon my shoulder telling
me that "everyone hated her". Of course I reassured her this was
preposterous while at the same time was very conscious of her warm
young body fiercely holding me. At that time, I didn't actually wonder
why my daughter hadn't gone to my wife for support, as the two of
them were usually bound tightly as some mother-daughters were. 

I didn't want my desire to rise, and I did attempt to hold it back, but
my heart rate and sex had other ideas. Could my daughter feel the
growing size of my organ against her hip, as she sat upon my lap as
she used to do as a very young girl? The sweat was rolling down my
back and face, and it wasn't the heat. I hated myself, hated what my
body urged for. My hand was nonchalantly laying upon my daughter's
upper thigh, and I wondered if she could feel it quivering as all my
will centered upon that hand, just so it didn't move. 

She wiggled about, seemingly to get more comfortable, yet this
stimulated my rock-hard sex. Surely she could feel the manhood
against her? She had talked herself out and just had her arms wrapped
about my neck in a strong hug. She was so small and attractive that
my desire was strongly overcoming my willpower to stop any actions
that may lead, or suggest, a lewdness or impropriety on our parts.
Incest is such a ugly word, as my wife should well know. 

I honestly do not know how far it would have gone. My daughter
wiggled about even more, pressing her hip harder into my lap, her
small breasts poking into my chest, and her soft cheek against my
own. She only kissed me twice - two little pecks upon my neck. But
that is all it took. I lost control; my hand slid up between her thighs
and began to slowly reach upwards to that warm wonderful spot that
I had witness not so long before. She responded by spreading her
legs just enough for my hand to reach her covered crotch. 

My fingers touched the cloth covering her sex mound, and I gently
pressed into the lower crack before tracing upwards towards the spot
that caused her to moan and wiggle about. I was enjoying the
obvious heat and moisture in this region, when Ti walked in on us
"Excuse me, sir, would a cold supper be all right tonight?" I pulled
away from my daughter, too stunned to think, while she suddenly
jumped up and walked away, quickly to her room. If I had been
thinking straight I would have known what she would be soon
doing alone in her room. 

"My God!" I gasped for breath, just realizing what I had been about
to do, what I almost did. "Thank God." Tiyar looked at me know-
ingly, yet with compassion. "Thank you Ti, I..." 

The maid came over and replaced my daughter upon my lap, I being
still too stunned to even think straight. "Understandable after every-
thing you have been through." She kissed my cheek softly -. "And
she is an attractive young woman" - again a kiss, this time upon
the same spot that my daughter had kissed - "and you have been
under great stress lately." 

"Yes..." I realized that Tiyar had sat upon my lap, not sideways
but facing me, her knees straddling my hips. I could feel warmth
against my covered crotch as she pressed her sex against me. That
was when I came out of my delirium and my desire again rose to
uncontrolled heights. I reached between us and unbuttoned my fly,
releasing my cock while feeling the naked hairless wet sex against
the back of my hand. Ti hadn't worn anything under her short
loose skirt. In seconds my cock was finally inside the flesh of this
woman I had desired so strongly. 

Ti groaned loudly, "I have been waiting so long for this. It feels so
good!" She melted over me, her body obviously controlled by the
junction between us. She began to bounce upon me in long smooth
strokes. Part of our joining was just sex, the other was therapeutic.
My stress and uncontrolled thoughts finally left me, and nothing
mattered those few moments except for my rising orgasm. She
whispered fiercely into my ear, her voice getting raspier, "Cum in
my mouth...I love your taste...", a long pause, "...I love you!" That
would probably have floored me if we had not been fucking up a
storm when she said it; instead it was natural thing for her to say. 

"I love you." At that very moment I meant those simple words. It
was finally the anchor that I was looking for in my confused life.
Only seconds after speaking, my orgasm released deep inside her,
forcing out the sexual tension that I had held back for several long
heart-wrenching days. 

It was the turning point for me. 

 Chapter VIII 

Nervous that our relationship may become obvious, Tiyar and I had
met secretly two evenings later. She came to my office, dressed in a
long dark overcoat which looked suspiciously like one of my wife's.
The meeting between us had been planned, and I had scheduled my
appointments accordingly - we intended to discuss my future plans.
I wanted her ear, the one that had sympathetically listened to every-
thing I had to say earlier. 

My secretary had been notified that I was expecting someone and let
Ti in immediately. "Hello." I looked up just as my maid closed the
door behind her and I could hear the click of the lock. 

"Hi Ti, I'm glad you could come..." I stopped when Ti unbuttoned
her overcoat and let it drop to the ground. All she wore was black 
igh heels. 

She stood there looking at me, waiting. The young woman looked
delicious and very desirable. I had to admit that she had a very
attractive body, one that any teenage girl would be envious of
 Several short minutes went by as I studied her intimately, and she
gave every indication that that was exactly what she wanted. "I
want to leave my wife." I said it simply, but there was no reaction
from Ti at all. "And I would like you come with me?" 

This time I received a reaction. She slowly and leisurely walked
towards me, her long brown smooth legs moving as if in slow
motion. Ti was coming over to my side of the desk. I watched, my
excitement climbing, as she stood next to my chair and I turned to
face her. She smiled for the first time since coming in the room, then
spoke. "I love coming with you!" She emphasized "coming" so
strongly that I knew she had switched the subject. Her voice was
low and raspy, and very sexy. Ti quickly descended to her knees
before me, her eyes never leaving my own. I could feel her nimble
fingers upon my zipper, quickly opening it. 

"I don't think you should leave. It is your house." With that, she
lowered her face and opened her mouth. She swallowed my cock
almost whole. The words I was going to say left my thoughts, as
my head and heart were focused upon the wonderful attention my
cock was receiving. Ti was moving her head steadily up and down
my shaft, her eyes had closed as she concentrated. I could see that
her cheeks were sunken in, and her throat bulged whenever she
deep throated my cock on every downthrust. My maid certainly
knew how to suck cock. 

Continued in part 2...
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