Steamy Affairs(Erotica)

The hot water helped a little, but not enough to make clambering out again an easy task. Your daughter had basically jumped in and straight back out. Leaving you feeling even more of a creaking old invalid and a little snubbed after more than a month of intimate moments washing each other. Sure, you’d shared a long bath last night, but it was unlike her to leave you swilling soap around your own balls. She loved playing with your scrotum… or had always acted like she did. Were these more casual moments of intimacy being thrown by the wayside now she had her greater aim fulfilled?

You were stiffly towelling your back when she returned, immediately jumping to help. She hadn’t completely abandoned you after all then… or at all it transpired. The girl took you by the penis and gently led you through the house, all the way to the screen doors of the kitchen. Beyond these lay a small veranda, a forgotten, sacred place. Her place, the woman who had claimed you first. You had avoided it all year. Subconsciously. Instinctively. The very wood of it was seeped with her, in more ways than one. Now her child had claimed it, had unpacked and arranged some of its aperture. The great, thick yoga mat was unfurled and waiting. The small burner was gently heating a shallow dish of aromatic oil. In the slow sun of the sabbath… you were going to be massaged.

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It was raining. Hard. A splashing summer deluge that rumbled with the thought of becoming a storm. The sheeting water shot straight down though, without a hint of wind. Jumping on to the covered decking only half a foot or so. You lay face down on the mat, as instructed, just beyond the reach of those leaping droplets. Not quite sure whether to be relaxed, aroused or anxious. Your little girl had never expressed much interest in her mother’s more hippyish pursuits, not since the two of them had started nipping at each other’s heels at least. It was quite possible you were about to be inflicted with more pain, rather than cured of the current. The glowering sky didn’t help at all, had it been like this all night? You had slept too heavily to tell.

You had no choice but to put your trust in her however, letting the vulnerability of being naked on the edge of your own backyard become just part of the experience. Every so often a particularly ambitious bouncing raindrop would catch you. A neighbour’s dog barked, a few birds in the surrounding trees rustled wet branches; and always there was the white noise patter of the heavens meeting earth. Without warning, the oil hit. A deep pool of warmth in the small of your back which immediately began spreading itself to your edges. For a second you had imagined the viscous liquid had been boiling, searing and sizzling across your skin after being heated too long. It hadn’t though, the heat was just two steps up from the humid warmth of a summer finally being refreshed. The smell of the rain gently mingled with the spiced aromas enveloping you as you felt two small hands begin to push that warmth out further.

She knelt across you, you could feel her knees to either side and the naked presence of her above. But it was those working fingers and palms that captivated your attention. They dragged the oil across your skin, out from your back to all your furthest reaches, to then knead that heat and lubricant down into the marrow of you. Once your back and arms were finished she turned around and did the same to your ass and legs, the excess oil sliding round to drip off your front in a sensation almost the inverse of tickling.

When you were fully coated on this side, the true massage began, her hands squeezing life and movement back into your muscles. She started out just lightly, fingertips tracing complex patterns of pressure to connect every point upon you to every other. Soon enough though your daughter was pressing her full, if not substantial, weight into sweeping pushes down into you. You could feel her nubile body slowly gain its own coating of oil as it met you, her breasts and hips becoming as much tools to caress you with as her hands and forearms. She slid her whole self up and down you and you felt your spine crinkle back into place, unable to argue with such persuasion. This was a young girl who needed you fit and active, she wasn’t going to let an ageing skeleton get in her way.

When it was time to turn over you were brought face to face with that slippery vision. Watching her glisten as she drew over a second scoop of oil and began spreading this across you once more. Her face pinned in delicate concentration as she made sure to cover every inch and crease of you, dribbling a small trail of excess oil directly onto your cock. Then she began her probing and pressing once more, tap-dancing fingers over your chest. As she reached your shoulders for the first time she returned to straddling you, her oiled lower lips kissing your shaft as her upper ones planted one on your cheek. She carried on with her kneading of you, sliding forward and back as she stretched across your chest.

There was so little friction between you it almost felt like you were being clambered over by just another cloud. She slipped and slithered up and down, up and down, giggling as she nearly toppled off more than once. Your growing erection provided a point of some anchorage, but she was now so very covered in oil that even her very obvious attempts to ‘accidentally’ slide it inside herself were foiled. Eventually her persistence won out, but the grimace that flickered across her face told you everything you needed to know with regards to your earlier concerns. Even still, she soldiered on, massage forgotten as an oil-slathered fuck began. Only… she’d barely got started before she tumbled off you again, the lack of places to grip and her own internal soreness clearly getting the better of her.

“Oh, bother!” She exclaimed, quoting Winnie-the-pooh at the most inappropriate of times, as her small body rolled to a slimy stop next to you. “This was not how this was supposed to go… It was supposed to be all romantic and sexy! Not just goofy and goopy…”

You smiled at your child, enjoying the fact that she couldn’t even be properly annoyed with herself while clearly finding the situation so hilarious. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You reassured her. “I found my massage incredibly romantic… and sexy. And more to the point it made your poor old Dad’s aching muscles a thousand times better… I feel like I can actually move again now. Even enough to roll a pretty young thing over and wrestle her to the ground.”

True to your word you suddenly twisted round and bowled her over, spinning the girl in place as you tickled and squeezed her. She squealed with laughter as the both of you tried to wriggle your way to the impossible task of pinning the other’s slippery form to a standstill. The fight lasted a good few minutes, far longer than any previous father-daughter combat you’d undertaken over the years. Once again you marvelled at how much she’d grown from your shy, little princess into a strong, writhing woman. She might still be a lot shorter than you, but her slim muscles held real strength and she was a damn-sight more flexible than you. In the end the only way you could win was by simply using your body weight, clambering over her and crushing her face down into the mat.

Still she struggled for a good few seconds, stubborn as only your offspring could be. Till a muffled surrender bubbled up from the oily surface. You lifted off a little, but not entirely, enjoying the feel of your cock resting between her ass’s comfy, round love pillows. She didn’t seem to mind, gathering your arms in to rest her chin upon, wearing you like a big, meaty duvet.

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“Daaaaaaaad…” Now there was a sound you recognised. Another want was about to be voiced. “I’ve been thinking…”

‘That’s dangerous’ your thoughts interjected into this pause.

“I’m supposed to be your perfect little cocksleeve. The place you can slip inside whenever you want and screw to your heart’s content…”

You still weren’t sure you liked it when she talked about herself as nothing more than a human sex-toy… but a part of you was. A part that bared its teeth in a wicked grin whenever she did so and felt empowered to take more and more from her. She continued, possibly understanding this conflict within you just through the flexing of your cock against her backside.

“So it’s a bit rubbish my pussy giving up after just two days of fucking. I mean… I’m sure it’ll get better with practice, and you can always use my mouth or tits for a bit… but it’s not really the same, is it? Sooooo… Remember how you sometimes slip your thumb into my bum when you’re fingering me…”

You could already see where this was leading. Again you found yourself caught between two minds, one worrying about the amount of pain you had already caused her and one already moving its focus down to a puckered little entrance your oily shaft was resting against.

“I mean… it’s not like we could get any more lubed up than this.” She chuckled, but you could actually hear a gulp in that voice. As if this was a step even she wasn’t sure she was ready for.

“I want you to have access to every single bit of my body, Dad. I want all my holes to belong to you. Every one of them be another place you feel at home in, pumping full of cum.”

She shivered, though whether with nerves or excitement you couldn’t tell. Your child definitely had an unhealthy obsession with your ejaculate. It seemed she just didn’t feel right anymore without a pint of the gunk sloshing around in her somewhere. You’d even caught her scraping it off the walls of the shower or catching it as it dribbled out of her pussy. As though every single drop was a precious gift to be savoured. Heck, she’d even jerked you off onto one of her pizza slices the other day… As if you were the dispenser of her favourite condiment: A flavour she couldn’t live without.

“So why don’t you try sliding that big, old meat-stick of yours into my cute, little anus and see if you fit in there just as snuggly! Seeing as how you’ve managed to overpower this ‘pretty, young thing’ using only your gross, dumpy dad-belly… It seems like only the natural thing for such a vicious old pervert to do after he’s caught a schoolgirl less than half his age so brutally.”

You were taken aback. Not by the dad-belly bit… Well, maybe a little… But compared to a lot of men your age you were holding out pretty damn well, as she clearly knew. No, you were surprised to hear her joking about the unavoidable imbalance of your relationship. Knowing what fears and guilt you held there.