Wild Sex Tales(Erotica)

“Not really. Mama’s a bit of a lush. She likes to have three or four of those vodka drinks she makes and pass out. She’ll be snoring like a horse until nine tomorrow morning.” Jessica slid over to my side. “We have all night if you don’t mind spending it with a couple of teenagers and some booze.”

“Please Daddy? Haven’t I been good?” Sasha’s eyes were glowing, her lips curled in a knowing smile. I was stuck and she knew it. Not that I really objected to the idea.

There was a liquor store across the street from the motel. This was sounding better and better.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

“Okay, you talked me into it.” I said. “One rule though, and that’s you only drink as much as I say you can. The first couple will be free, but after that I’m going to want to make sure you’re not going to get sick on me.”

“Deal!” Sasha said. “We’ll pass whatever tests you give us, won’t we Jess?”

“Damn right. Can I shower off in your room, though? I don’t want to wake Mama.”

**

I came back from the liquor store with some good tequila and margarita mix, only to find Jessica sitting on the bed my daughter and I had performed oral sex on just a couple of hours before. She was wrapped in a bath towel, apparently naked underneath. The towel barely came a third of the way down her deliciously tanned thighs.

“Hi, Mister Mylan. Sasha’s in the shower still. What did you get us?”

“Some stuff for margaritas. Did you, ah, want to borrow a shirt or something?”

“No, I’m fine. I’ll put my bathing suit back on once it dries a little.” Jessica turned a page on one of the issues of Cosmo Sasha had brought with her on the trip. “If that’s okay.” She added.

“More than okay.” I said. I took out the mix, booze and plastic cups that I’d bought. “I’m going to get some ice.”

“Okay.”

I went to the ice machine and filled the small plastic bucket the motel had provided in the room. I had to shake my head to clear it. Jessica was something beyond the normal definition of “hot.” But I was still married and my only other lover was my daughter. That development had been wonderful, but the last thing I wanted to do was gawk at her new friend and end up making her jealous. It began to dawn on me that if you’re going to let your daughter drink your cum, you’d better work hard to keep her happy. Because if that relationship blows up its going to blow up in a big way. I really had no desire to end up as an Internet news sensation just before spending the next few years in jail for incest.

I had a feeling that Jessica wasn’t going to make the evening easy on me though.

I got back just as Sasha came out of the shower. She smiled at me, looked over to Jessica and what she was wearing, shrugged and stayed wrapped in her own towel. She sat on the bed next to her new friend and started going over the magazine with her. From the laughing and pointing that soon ensued, I assumed they were reading about the “99 sex moves your man can’t live without” advertised on the cover.

I started working on the drinks as the girls continued to laugh and read. I heard Jessica whisper something to Sasha, but couldn’t make it out.

“Ask him, not me.” Sasha said.

“I can’t do that, he barely knows me!”

“Okay, fine, I’ll ask him. I guess every daughter should know what kind of blowjob her Daddy likes.”

I turned just in time to see Jessica’s jaw just about hit the floor, right before she nearly rolled off the bed laughing. When she turned over to her side I got a shaded view of her neatly trimmed pussy.

I tore my eyes away as soon as I realized what I was looking at, but with a guilty look at Sasha I knew I was busted. She’d caught me.

Sasha winked at me and grinned.

“Daddy, in your male opinion, is technique or enthusiasm more important in oral sex?”

“I think a lot of both is what makes it great. If I had to pick one I’d pick enthusiasm I suppose. Here’s your drinks, girls. Here’s to my committing a crime by providing alcohol to teenagers.”

The girls cheered and sipped cautiously at their drinks, and then after Jessica pronounced them “yummy” they downed them with vigor, demanding another round before I could even sit down.

“Does a girl have to swallow to be enthusiastic?” Jessica asked.

“It probably helps, yeah.”

“Why?” Sasha asked, “Don’t you like to swallow?”

Jessica shook her head and wrinkled her nose. “No. My last boyfriend liked to smoke a lot, and I think maybe it made his stuff taste nasty.”

“Oh no! I love to swallow for my d — uh, my boyfriend. I love the taste.”

“Does he smoke?”

“No.”

“That’s probably it. I only went down on the one guy before.”

“What do you do when he cums?” Sasha continued.

“No, I’m embarrassed! Let’s have another drink and I’ll tell you. Maybe.”

I provided the drinks, and the girls drank them more slowly this time. The conversation wandered here and there as we all got to know each other, but I suppose with them just wrapped in towels it was inevitable it would turn back to sex sooner rather than later.

“So, what do you do when he cums?” Sasha pried again.

“I… um… I just let him blow it all over my face. It used to turn him on a lot and make it so he wasn’t mad that I wouldn’t swallow for him.”

Jessica looked down and turned a deep shade of scarlet after her admission, and Sasha and I shared a long look.

“That’s really hot.” Sasha said, finally. I instantly got an image of my little girl pulling her mouth off my shaft as it pumped load after load onto her perfect face. The image stiffened my cock immediately and sent a shiver down my body.

Jessica handed me her empty glass. “Another one, Mister Mylan?” She asked.

“Not yet.” I said. “First, I’m going to shower off. After that it’s time for your first sobriety check. And call me Greg, would you?”

“Huh uh.” Sasha cut in, “It’s way hotter if she calls you ‘Mister Mylan.'” Both girls laughed loudly and scooted in closer together. I took my raging hard on into the shower.

I rinsed off in the shower, trying to figure out what was going on. Did Sasha want me to do something with Jessica? Did Jessica? It wasn’t like I could have a threesome with the girls, with one of them being my daughter and the other knowing it. The signals were obvious, but the situation was crazy.

I came out of the bathroom to find the girls laughing over drinks. We were all in towels now. I hadn’t brought fresh clothes into the bathroom with me.

“Now what we have here is a rules violation.” I said. “You were supposed to take a test first.”

“But Daddy, we were thirsty.”

“Nice towel, sir.” Jessica said. Sasha slapped her on the thigh.

“Hey watch it, lady. That’s my Dad you’re talking about.”

“A very sexy Dad.” Jessica answered.

“Don’t get used to the towel,” I said, “it’s just till I get some clothes from my bag.”

“No!” Sasha said, “We need more drinks, you have to give us your test first.”

“Oh, you two lightweights probably couldn’t even pass them. “