My Kinky Daddy ch4

When the tape was over, my nipples were tingling and my panties were literally sopping wet. I should have been embarrassed by it, but just the opposite was true. I was wet and juicy, and it was a nice feeling.



After the tape was over, Aunt Jane sat back in the couch and smiled. "Pretty hot stuff, huh?" She asked.



But, before I could answer, she leaned toward me and cleared her throat before she spoke. "Listen," she began, "I just want to mention this, and I'm just going to say this the way it is, and if you have any questions, then I'll leave it to you to bring them up, alright?"



"Okay." I said, not sure what she was going to say.



"Your Dad is coming to visit me next month." Aunt Jane explained. "He's going to stay for a week and during that week I'm going to do anything and everything I can to make him the happiest and most content man on Earth. I know he still misses your Mom, Emma, and I'm going to make this visit extra special for him..... something he'll never forget."



"I see." I replied. "And that means you and him will probably..... uh......"



"Have sex?" My Aunt answered quickly. "Yes, Emma. Anything he wants. I want to send him home completely exhausted, totally depleted, content and wanting more."



"And," she added, "I thought I might invite you to come, too."



Her words pierced me like a bolt of lightning. "Me?" I asked.



"Yes." She answered. "Just think about it, that's all I'm asking."



"And what would I do while you guys were.... uh.... you know...... doing it?" I asked.



"Obviously, I was hoping you'd join us." Aunt Jane said softly.



"I'd help you through it, Emma." She explained. "We could make a plan of what we were going to do each day, starting from the minute he got here to the time he left. We could go through it step by step so there wouldn't be any surprises. You'd know exactly what to do and when."



Finally, she patted my hand and said, "I know all this might sound weird to you right now, but, you look just like your mother did at your age and I was thinking it would be the perfect gift for your father. You could play the part of your mother...... I even have some of her play things here. He would be completely blown away, and quite honestly, I think I'd enjoy it very much, too."



I started to say something – to answer her, but she interrupted me before I could answer. "Don't answer yet. Just think about it." She added.



"Okay." I replied. "But, how do you know he'd even want that?"



"Emma, your father can be quite submissive and docile when handled correctly." Aunt Jane replied. "Your mother was an expert at that, blending the perfect mix of tenderness and humiliation together to create exactly what he craved."



She explained that we wouldn't tell him I'd be there, and we wouldn't give him a choice, either. We'd just take control the instant he arrived. "Your mother used to strip him without warning and immediately put him in a bra and panties. Believe me, from that point on, we never got anything close to a complaint out of him."



She told me the first day would be the roughest. We'd have to strip him, shave him, dress him up and then use the strap-on on him all within a short period of time. After that, it would be clear sailing for the rest of the week. "Trust me on this, Beth." My aunt said. "I've been doing this with him longer than you've been alive."



"And," she added, "I've already started his preparation and training. Last week, I told him to start wearing boxers every day and not to masturbate anymore. He promised me he would do both, so when he gets here, he's going to be wound up tighter than a ticking time bomb. As soon as we show him a pair of panties, he'll be ours one hundred percent."



We sat looking at each other for a minute. "Look, Emma," she said, pausing to shake her hair behind her shoulders, "regardless if you come or not, I'm going to do these things for him. I think if you could be here and dress in some of your Mom's clothes and do some of the things she used to do, it would mean a lot to your father. Just think about it, and let me know when you're ready to talk about it."



"Alright." I answered. "I can do that."



"Good." Aunt Jane said, smiling. "Now, what do you say we think about going out and having a nice dinner together? Then, when we get back we'll go through those pictures you asked about and we can watch another tape if you want to. There's one of just your Mom and Dad and me from a few years back that might help you make a decision. You can see for yourself."



"Yeah," I answered, "that's sounds good."



"Alright then," she replied, "I'm going to jump in the shower and wash my hair and freshen up a bit. There's another shower in the hall bathroom, or, you're more than welcome to join me if you'd like to do that."



Aunt Jane gave me a warm smile and stood up from the couch and took a few steps before she turned and looked over her shoulder at me. "I've got some really great shampoo if you'd like me to wash your hair for you."



With that, she turned and disappeared into her room, leaving me there on the couch by myself. "Wow." I thought to myself. There was so much I never knew about Daddy........ mom and Aunt Jane, too.



A few minutes later, I found myself in the guest room, going through my suitcase to pick out some clothes to wear out to dinner. Reaching in to pull out my shampoo, conditioner and body soap, I remembered Aunt Jane's offer..... to wash my hair. And before I knew it, I left everything in my suitcase and was tapping on the bathroom door.



"Aunt Jane?" I called out. "I'd love for you to wash my hair."

I probably hadn't thought this through well enough.



Aunt Jane had invited me into her shower, to 'wash my hair', she said. Now that I knew she was bisexual, I found I was both intrigued and curious about her offer. Yes, I'd be naked in there with her, but, so what? I'd taken showers with girls in the locker room at school and at the pool, so just the fact that we were showering together didn't necessarily mean it was sexual. Was she just trying to be nice and wash my hair for me, or, did she have something else in mind? There was a part of me that hoped she was just as intrigued as I was.



Initially, I threw caution to the wind and decided to take her up on her offer. I knew this could very well send her a message that I was open to contact between us, and if it happened, I'd be more than happy to go along with it. I even walked back to her master bathroom and raised my hand to knock on the door, but, at the last minute, I chickened out and quietly tip toed away.



So, I ended up taking my shower in the hall bathroom, cussing to myself for missing an opportunity I now wished I'd taken. As I undressed, though, I decided to leave the bathroom door ajar as a signal to her that she could enter..... perhaps even peek in at me if she wanted to see me naked. Of course, nothing like that happened.



I admit I was captivated and interested about her bisexuality. Aunt Jane openly admitted she had sex with my mother, as well as with Daddy. From the way she told it, she had sex with both of them alone, as well as together. And, I believed her after seeing the pictures in the box and seeing the video tape from one of their parties.



By now, the shock of learning Daddy and Aunt Jane had been having incestuous sex had long passed. It was clear to me they were lovers because they loved each other in a most profound way. They were twins - conceived at the same moment and sharing the same womb before they were born. Throughout most of their lives, they were never much more than an arm's reach apart -- either emotionally or physically. They were inseparable and each other's best friend. So, why would I be surprised that my father had been having sex with his sister. In a way, it seemed completely natural and expected..... the epitome of pure and unselfish love.



I think what really convinced me, though, was seeing the expression on Aunt Jane's face, her body language and hearing the sincerity in her voice when she told me about my father's visit to her next month. I firmly believe what she said was true -- in the week he would be there, she was going to do everything in her power to make him the happiest man on the planet. And, honestly, I thought that was a good thing because I know Daddy still misses my Mom, and I knew he probably needed some attention as a man.



An hour later, we were sitting in the nearly deserted restaurant having our dinner. After a few minutes, I gathered up the courage to ask Aunt Jane some questions about Daddy's upcoming visit. I had thought my questions out carefully and when I brought it up, she was more than willing to discuss it with me.



"So," I began, "Is it okay to ask you about that visit Daddy is going to make next month?"



"Of course, Emma." She answered. "I'm glad you brought it up. I was going to say something if you didn't. Go ahead and ask me anything you like."



"Well," I continued, "I guess I'm wondering what you meant when you suggested I join you while he's here. Does that mean join you to watch, or, join you to take part sexually?"



"I'm not suggesting you do anything you're uncomfortable with, Sweetheart." Aunt Jane replied. "But, after watching you masturbate on the floor in the guest room while you stared at naked pictures of your father, I just assumed you might consider taking part in everything...... from start to finish."



"Emma," she said, setting her wine glass down and looking directly at me, "we're both adults here and I'm not going to repeat our conversation to anyone, and that includes your father. So, don't beat around the bush. Ask your questions and we'll see where we get."



"Are you hung up on the incest thing?" She asked, after a short pause. "Is that it? Because if you are, maybe it'll help if you knew your Mom was perfectly okay with your father and I being together. And in case you were wondering, we took measures to make sure I never got pregnant."



Aunt Jane volunteered the fact that she and Daddy had done just about everything a man and woman could do sexually, and all of it in the presence of my mother. There wasn't anything they avoided -- they did it all...... oral, anal, straight, fetish..... all of it.



"I loved him, Emma, and I still do." She said, with a serious expression on her face. "There's nothing I would deny him."



"But, what about me and him together?" I asked emphatically. "He's been having sex with you since you two were teenagers..... even before he met Mom. I can understand how Mom could easily accept you guys doing it. But, what would he say, or what would my Mom say about me having sex with my own father? Would Mom be okay with me and Daddy together? Would he be okay with it?"



"I simply don't know about your father would feel about it, I'll be honest about that." She replied. "But, your mother would be fine with it, Emma. I know she would because we talked about it."



"You talked about me and Daddy having sex?" I asked quietly.



"Well, sort of." She said. Then she recounted a conversation she had with Mom one day when they were alone in bed. Aunt Jane told me they were discussing Daddy's skill in the bedroom and Mom said she'd much rather I learn about sex from Daddy than from some nit wit teenager who had no clue how to really satisfy a woman.



"I admit," Aunt Jane explained, "we never discussed the other part of this, your father's fetishes...... his desires to be a Sissy, to be dressed up like a little girl, to be submissive, exposed, spanked and humiliated. We were only talking about your father's sexual prowess and how well he could please a woman."



"And as far as that goes, your father is absolutely the best in the bedroom." She said, smiling over at me. "I can guarantee, without a shadow of a doubt, that you would come away knowing you'd had the best sex humanly possible. And, I'm not just saying that. You'll be multi-orgasmic with him and you'll never want him to pull his cock out of you, Emma. Believe me."



"The fetish part," she said as she sighed, "I'm just not sure how he'd take it. He's always been very private about that stuff. Your mother and I both knew he was ashamed of his desires, and we were always sensitive and careful about it. I'm not kidding when I say he's a completely different man once he gives up control."



"Of course," she added, "we knew we had to warm him up when we started each time, but, after that, he was perfectly happy and never had any regrets."



"What does that mean? You had to warm him up?" I asked.



"Well," she replied, leaning over to the table to me, "that was just our name for it. It was a routine for us that we worked out over the years...... and we did it the same way each time we got together."



Aunt Jane told me not to be shocked at what she was going to say, and then she told me what 'warming him up' meant.



Apparently, as soon as they arrived at her house, and I mean as soon as the front door closed behind them, Daddy was immediately stripped and dressed in just a very feminine looking bra. Then, he was led by the hand to her living room where he was milked.



"Just to take the edge off." Aunt Jane explained. "Plus, it was quite a humbling event for him to have to endure, and it prepared him mentally for what came next."



After the milking, he was carefully spanked until he cried and then Mom or Aunt Jane, or both, would take his cute butt with a strap-on. By that time, he was completely broken and extremely compliant.



When that was done, he was taken into the bathroom and given a splendid and extended bath by the two of them. His legs were shaved, his pubic hair was removed and he was dressed up in his little girl clothes. After that, Daddy was completely ready and they could spend days together, happily role playing and making love with each other.



I sat there with my jaw open as she told me this.



"Emma," she explained, "we did all those things in the span of a couple of hours. We would go from one thing directly to the next -- the same way each and every time we were together. It was a ritual for us and something he wanted us to do, and, he loved it."



She told me they'd discussed it, all three of them, many times and made small adjustments through the years. Daddy said he needed it to be sudden and firm to make him give in. Sometimes, when they saw each other, Mom and Aunt Jane would act like they weren't going to do it - teasing him into thinking they just forgot or were to busy to warm him up. He'd start to complain after a while and he'd literally beg them to do it.



"You milked him?" I asked. "As in..... you put your fingers in his butt, and, uh.... rubbed his thing in there."



"His prostate gland." Aunt Jane answered. "Yes, we did. And we'd make him eat his cum after we milked him, too. One of us, your Mom or me, would catch his cum in our hands and he'd have to lick it clean before we let him up."



"Jeez, how humiliating." I sighed.



"Exactly." Aunt Jane replied. "And, that's precisely the point, Emma. He wanted to experience a level of humiliation that would break him down so he could be free to enjoy everything else we did. He had to give up control to us, Sweetheart. He knew that, and once he did, he was a completely changed man."



"Then, we'd spank him with the paddle until he broke down and had his little cry." Aunt Jane continued. "That thing stings like hell, but, we never over did it and in all the times we spanked him, the most he ever suffered was his broken pride and two pink butt cheeks."



"When all that was over," Aunt Jane added, "we'd give him a nice, very tender time with the strap-on. He'd get a lot of kissing and cuddling, and we'd tell him what a good boy he was. And for him," she told me, "the strap-on was a reward -- an acknowledgement that he'd given up control to us and we'd taken it."



When they were done warming him up, Aunt Jane told me in detail how they'd smother him with kisses and lead him into the bathroom and put him in a relaxing, hot bath. Aunt Jane explained how they babied him and pampered him in the bath -- going to extreme measures to attend to his every need and making sure that one of them was touching his body at all times.



They talked with him gently and softly while they methodically shaved his legs, his underarms and his pubic hair. They wrapped a huge fluffy towel around him while they drained the bathtub and refilled it with clean water, adding some bath oils to reinforce his pampering.