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Before Sandi, I had been with women who were good in bed and who shared my tastes to some degree. But no matter how young, crazy, and disinhibited they were, there were always fantasies I didn’t dare share with them. It may have been them, or it may have been me—it’s hard to tell in retrospect. But with Ali, I was far along the path of thinking that I had found that mythological creature—the soul mate—whom I could tell anything, and who would understand me no matter what.

So one Saturday night, when Ali had come over for a couple of hours before going to a bachelorette party with her sister, we were in bed together, talking about what we had just done—lying a couple of feet apart and masturbating, without touching each other. Neither of us had done it before, and, honestly, we didn’t expect much because neither of us could think of a good reason to be naked side-by-side without being all over each other. But we both found it to be an incredible turn-on. I had of course enjoyed watching her rub her clit while she gave me blowjobs, or while I fucked her from behind. She had even taught me to use her vibrator on her, which was quickly becoming one of my favorite pastimes. But watching her like that, disconnected from me and doing nothing but pleasuring herself, was like looking at a work of art. We checked with each other while we were playing with ourselves in order to come together, and once we had, we enjoyed narrating our versions to one another, noting the points when each other had done something especially sexy. So during a brief lull in the conversation, with the spirit of innovation still fresh in the air, I told her something I had never admitted to another human being.

“I’ve always had incest fantasies,” I said. And I had. I loved reading incest erotica—mother and son, and brother and sister, mainly.

“Incest?” she said tentatively. I knew in an instant that I had finally come to a bridge that she wasn’t eager to follow me across. My heart sank at the terrifying thought that I could lose her over this. What an idiot I had been—there was no way to know what she would think of this. What if she was one of the many girls who had been molested by some creepy uncle at some point in her life? “What do you mean? What kind of incest?” she said with a look of concern.

“Any kind,” I said, “between consenting adults. I don’t know—there’s just something about breaking taboos that turns me on. And there aren’t many taboos as taboo as incest, you know?” She was looking at the sheet now, flattening it out with the palm of her hand. I looked at the clock—it was about time for her to go. “Listen I said, I’m sorry if I freaked you out. I guess I got carried away with being honest.”

“No,” she said, “it’s… it’s okay. It’s just not something I’ve really thought about before, so you caught me off-guard.” She didn’t sound very convincing. I lay there looking at her for a few seconds, wondering if this was the last time I would ever see her in my bed again.

“You’d better get going,” I said glumly, “you’ll be late for the party.”

She tried to reassure me again a few times, but she also told me that she was staying at her place that night (which was also her sister’s place) because şişli escort they were all going to breakfast the next morning. I wasn’t very hopeful when she walked out the door. I even imagined her telling the other girls at the bachelorette party about how she thought she had found this great guy, only to discover that he was a pervert who wanted to fuck his own mother. It depressed the hell out of me to think about it, so I just shut of all the lights and went to bed.

It was raining when I woke up the next morning. I put on a pot of coffee and read the paper, then ran a couple of miles on my treadmill. I shaved, showered, and got dressed, all before it occurred to me that I had nowhere to be that day, and that since I was unlikely to hear from Ali, I might as well just sit around and feel sorry for myself. I made some breakfast even though I didn’t have much of an appetite and sat at the kitchen bar eating it and reading an article online. At about 10:30, I heard a key click in the door, and turned around to see Ali walking in. She was wearing black leather shoes, knee socks, a red tartan skirt, and a practically see-through white blouse. Her hair was in a ponytail, and she had a backpack slung over one shoulder.

“Hi Dad!” she said cheerfully.

I was speechless.

She walked up and gave me a quick peck on the cheek before opening the refrigerator and pulling out a cup of yogurt. She sat down on the stool beside me, opened the yogurt, grabbed the spoon off my plate, and dug in.

“School was such a drag today,” she said. “I’m so sick of hearing about the senior prom this, the senior prom that.” She was completely in character, speaking in an affected teenage voice with facial expressions and gestures that weren’t her own. I was still having a hard time believing my eyes. “So how was work today?” she said innocently, as if she sincerely wanted to know.

“You know,” I said, hesitating “…same old, same old.” The shock was wearing off now and the fact of what an unbelievably lucky bastard I was was starting to sink in.

“That’s good,” she said distractedly, and gave an exaggerated sigh.

“Is there something on your mind sweetheart?” I said. There was no way I was going to waste anymore time marveling at my good fortune. “Something you want to talk about?”

She looked up at me with her pale blue eyes and ruddy cheeks and said, “Well, the girls were talking and laughing about something after gym class today, and I laughed along with them, even though I didn’t know what they were talking about. It made me feel really stupid.”

“What were they talking about?” I said in my best concerned father voice. I wished I had a pair of reading glasses to fold up and lay down on my paper.

“They were talking about blowjobs,” she said guilelessly. “I’ve heard about them before, but I’ve never really known what they were.”

I couldn’t help but grin. “Oh, Honey,” I said, “I don’t think I really want you to know about blowjobs.”

“Why not?” she asked.

“Because blowjobs are something that a woman and a man do together when they love each other. They’re not really something high school girls should be doing.”

“Fine,” she said, rolling mecidiyeköy escort her eyes, “but how am I supposed to know how to avoid them if I don’t even know what they look like?”

Her logic was unassailable. Still, I was going to draw this out as long as I could. “Well,” I said, “I suppose I probably should show you what one looks like. Here,” I said, pulling my laptop towards me and pulling up my favorite porn site, “let me try to find a good example to show you.” I typed in the search terms I remembered for one of my favorite scenes, and up it popped. I clicked play and said, “Now watch closely so you get a good idea of what you shouldn’t be doing with those boys at school.” It was an amateur video of a blond girl with boobs only slightly smaller than Ali’s, her hair up in a disheveled bun, giving a professional-grade blowjob to a guy with a huge dick. Her eyes were sexy as hell, and she kept them on the off-screen face of her lover the entire time she was savoring his cock, forcing progressively more of it down her throat each time she swallowed him.

“That’s a blowjob?” Ali said in an awestruck voice. “It looks… wow…” We watched the full three minutes, which ended with the girl loosening her mouth’s grip on the guy just enough to allow a cascade of cum to drench his shaft. The stream came to halt, and I looked up at Ali, who was looking at the screen entranced. I said nothing.

“Daddy,” she said in a voice that almost made me orgasm, “was that cum that came out of the man’s penis?”

“Yes it was, Baby.”

“That woman looked like she really liked how it tasted.”

“Yes,” I said, “yes she did, didn’t she.”

“Daddy,” Ali said again, “are you sure I can’t try that just once? If I try it just once, then I won’t have to do it again until I’m married.” She was beginning to plead with me now, but I wasn’t ready yet for the preliminaries to be over.

“I’ll tell you what,” I said, “why don’t you get a cucumber out of the refrigerator and practice with that for a minute. Maybe that will be good enough for now.” Ali revealed the faintest glimmer of a grin before she went to the fridge, opened it, and pulled a large cucumber out of the crisper. She took it to the sink and washed it, then turned back towards me. She handed me the cucumber, which I took and held in my lap, and then kneeled down in front of me. I held the vegetable at a thirty degree angle for a moment as Ali pretended to study it intensely, figuring out the best plan of attack. Then she flashed her innocent high school girl smile at me once more before wrapping her lips around the thick stalk and beginning to slowly bob up and down, up and down over about a quarter of its length.

I’m a little less than 7” myself, and Ali certainly never had any difficulty making my cock disappear down her throat, so I always wondered what her maximum capacity was. The cucumber was probably a good 8” or a little more, but also very thick. After playing at getting her bearings for about thirty seconds, she began to bob faster and faster, and soon the entire cucumber was out of sight. I was amazed, and not a little proud, I must say. She stopped suddenly and disgorged the long green gourd.

“But istanbul escort Dad,” she said, “there won’t be any cum with this, and that woman on the video obviously thought that was the best part. You have to let me try a real blowjob so that I can taste the cum too.” She was speaking to me sternly now to let me know that she was done playing.

“But Honey,” I said, “who would you do it to? I already told that I don’t want you giving blowjobs to any of the boys at high school.”

She frowned for a minute in mock reflection before it “dawned” on her. “Why don’t I give you a blowjob, Dad?”

“Oh, Baby, I don’t think Mom would be too happy about that,” I said apologetically.

“She won’t be home for hours,” she said, rolling her eyes again.

“I don’t know,” I said again, shifting to release my raging hard-on from the uncomfortable bind it was in down one leg of my boxers.

“Dad, remember when you told me to tell you if you ever started acting like a clueless old man?”

“Yes,” I said breathlessly.

“Well, your busty 18-year old daughter really wants to suck your cock, so I suggest you get a clue and let her, old man.” With that, she threw the cucumber up onto the counter.

I leaned back, and Ali unzipped my fly without much ceremony. She reached in and pulled my dick from inside my jeans, then ran her finger up the underside of my shaft, which produced a large drop of precum. She rubbed the tip of my cock over her lips like it was a tube of lip gloss.

“Mmmh,” she said as she licked it off her lips. Then she cocked her head and asked, “Is Mom good at blowjobs, Daddy?”

“She’s very good,” I said. Ali’s eyes narrowed maliciously. “Well, we’ll see about that.”

Obviously, I didn’t last very long. She started on me with slow, deep movements, her wide eyes trained on me the entire time. Every once in a while she would let my dick pop out of her mouth and then giggle frivolously, adding “Sorry Daddy!” I could take much of that. I finally stood up, grabbed her ponytail, and pulled her so that her back was against the edge of the bar. I began fucking her mouth wantonly.

“You wanted Daddy’s cock in your mouth, huh Baby? You want Daddy’s cum all over your face?”

Beneath the slurping sounds she was exaggerating for my benefit, I could hear her low, guttural uhm-hmh’s in answer to my rhetorical questions. Her cheeks were flush with heat and excitement, her blonde hair was falling all over her shoulders, and, I suddenly noticed, she had ripped open her blouse to expose her gorgeous tits. I tightened my grip on her hair and heard a muffled squeal as her hand shot down beneath her skirt. Another minute of these intoxicating sights and sounds, and I was ready to blow. As I pulled my cock abruptly from her mouth, she cried “Please Daddy, cum on your baby!” I shot thick ropes of jizz on both of her cheeks, and onto her lips and outstretched tongue. She rubbed my slimy cock all over her cheeks, taking me back in her mouth every few seconds to treat to me to a flutter of her tongue around my swollen head. I let go of her hair and she stood up, brushing her boobs against my cock, then pressing them firmly against my tee shirted stomach as she reached her full height. She was radiant, glowing, her face still covered with my sperm.

“Remind me never to question your instincts again,” she said, hugging me tight. Then she pulled away quickly and looked me in the eyes. “But next time, I get to be Mommy.”

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