er and myself. I am 18, 6 feet tall, fairly scrawny, with hair always dyed a different color. My mother is 43, with shoulder length hair, which is an amazing reddish brown. People have always come up to her on the streets and in the mall to ask if it was a natural color. She is about 5' 7", with a very nice figure - aerobics every morning helps her keep her legs and waist. I would guess her tits are a full B cup, maybe a C. They remained fairly firm in her years, although they were beginning to show just the slightest amount of sag. She has the same big green eyes that I have, and they are comlimented by a small, skinny nose and full red lips. Although I never thought of her in a sexual way, my mother is very hot, and I alway noticed men checking her out in the mall and at the beach. She never dressed altogether too provocatively, but with her looks it didn't really matter. My dad had left her for another woman 3 years before, although I couldn't understand why. I hated my step mother, and hadn't spoken to her or my father in a year. Back to the story.

The first night back home was fairly uneventful. Mac and Cheese for dinner, and my mom saying she had to be at work the next day, so she wouldn't be home until around 6. She said she would hang out with me if I didn't have other plans. I made a mental note to get other plans, fast. That night I watched some porno on my computer and jacked off, then drifted to sleep around 3AM.

I woke up around 11, rolled out of bed and took a shower. After cereal, I figured out that if I wanted to have other plans tonight, I needed money to make it happen. I didn't have any, and the only way I could think to get some was to steal it. I knew my mom kept money in the desk in her office, but I didn't know where exactly. So I wandered in to look for it. For readers who think I'm a bad person for stealing like that, I only planned to take about 30 bucks, enough for a cheap night out, and I would pay it back before she even missed it. Anyway, I walked into her office, and began to look for the envelope of money I knew she had. I searched through her drawers, being as careful as possible to leave everything the way I found it. When I opened the last drawer, I saw an envelope in the back of it. I pulled the drawer further out to reach the money. As soon as I did, all thought of money left my head.

Sitting in the drawer near the envelope was a vibrator. It was the "silver bullet" kind. About 6 inches long, and fairly thin. Shocked, I picked it up. It was sticky with my mom's juices, and to my dismay, I found my cock was rock hard. Never before had I felt any kind of attraction to my mom. I looked in the drawer for anything else, and was rewarded to find a homemade CD under where the vibrator was. I took it, and popped it into my mom's computer, which was on her desk. Opening it up, it contained 2 video clips, which were labeled simply "1" and "2". I opened number 1 in windows media, and couldn't believe what I saw next.

The clip opened in my living room, but all the furniture had been rearranged. The floor was clear, and the couch was now in the middle of the room, facing the camera. My mom walked on from behind the camera, and my jaw dropped. There was my mother, wearing a red lace bra and thong, with a black garter belt, attached to red thigh high stockings. This was completed by the red "fuck me" stiletto heels she wore. My cock had never been this hard, and I unconsiously took it out and began to stroke it. I watched my mom begin to slowly dance around, teasing the camera. After a minute of just gyrating her hot body, she blew the camera a kiss, and undid the clasp to her bra. She brought her hands back around front, covering her breasts. Slowly and seductively, she dropped them, and the bra slid off her tits and onto the floor. I gasped, and felt my cock twitch, as I stared at my mothers beautiful tits for the first time. She continued her dancing, with her tits swaying rythmically. My fist now slammed up and down my shaft, and I couldn't wait to see what was next. What was next turned out to be her fingers sliding across her nipples, down her toned abs, to hook into her thong. Turning her back to the camera, she bent completely over until her head was almost at the floor, and her legs were still perfectly straight. Aerobics had left my mom quite flexible. She then lowered her hands, dragging her thong with her. I was already drooling over the sight of her tight, shapely ass, but when the thin strip of red was removed, and revealed two thick lips of pink, cum erupted from me, splashing onto my hand, the floor, and her monitor. I didn't care. I just stared at the screen. I was now watching my mother on the couch, legs spread wide, with two fingers inside her gash, and a look of pure estacy on her face. Her pussy was the most beautiful I had seen. Her sexy hips had a perfect rectangle of hair between them, well groomed. It reminded me of an airplane runway. Her's was a place for my cock to land before enter the her hanger. I couldn't find another hair anywhere besides that one small patch. A moan escaped her lips, the first sound she had made during this clip. My cock sprang back to life upon hearing it. I began pounding my meat once again, and soon the very same vibrator that was on her desk, was buried inside her pussy. Watching my mother as she writhed on the couch, a pulsing piece of metal between her legs, I couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to be that vibrator. I could see my mother getting more and more aroused, and soon enough she was screaming on the couch, having an incredible orgasm. She then stood up, and I noticed her legs were shaky as she walked to turn on the camera. As she did so, she bent over, and her tits flopped one more time in front of the camera. As the clip stopped, I noticed the time stamp in the bottom corner. She had filmed this a week ago. I was so turned on by my findings, I could barely breathe. My mother was the most erotic person I had ever seen, in any girlfriend, porno, or strip club. I wanted to fuck her. Bad.

I got up and walked to the bathroom, and cleaned myself up. Taking some extra toilet paper, I wiped up her monitor and floor. Thankfully, none of my cum had landed on her carpet. I eagerly sat back down in her chair, and opened up the second file. I wasn't quite sure what I would find, but I knew it would be good. Mom didn't let me down. While it was the last thing I did with the first video, the first thing I did on this was to check the time. It was dated just under a year ago, during a week that I had been away with high school friends, enoying our last summer before going our seperate ways to college. This time the film opened, and mom was already lying naked on her bed, propped up on one elbow. I was amazed at how firm her tits really were, only sagging slightly sideways, despite how she was sitting. A butt covered the camera, and began moving towards my mom. I could see the man's balls hanging between his legs. He mounted the bed, and positioned himself between my mothers legs. I was more shocked than ever. The man was my father. Two years after being divorced, here was a video of my father, about to give mom the cock one more time. Without any foreplay, he slid himself inside her. I was dissapointed that I couldn't see any penetration, only his hips pumping in and out. I was less concerned with that however, than i was with watching my mothers face. She had a look of such pleasure, it was amazing. I watched as her tits bounced up and down with the pouding my father was giving her, and she began moaning as she had in the other video. Again I found myself pumping my cock. I had an idea, and suddenly paused the tape. I ran (with my cock still hanging from my pants) to my mom's room, and began searching her drawers, until I located her underwear. I dug to the bottom, and found that red thong she had. I took it with me, and wrapped it around my pulsing member, as I continued to pleasure myself and my dad gave her quite a ride. She began screaming, clawing at his back, yelling for him to fuck her harder, fuck her like a whore. He consented, by rolling her over, and, positioned so that she was staring straight into the camera, fucked her doggystyle. Now I was in heaven, because I could see my father's face as he slammed into her tight pussy, and more importantly, I could watch her tits rock back and forth, and her face contort with ecstacy as she got fucked. She was screaming like crazy, shouting my fathers name, saying "Make me cum, make me cum!" Soon she moaned for what must have been a good minute, and I could tell she was having a huge orgasm. My father moaned one time, and then quickly pulled himself from her, flipped her over, and began fisting his cock over her tits and face. She reached her hands up, one to tickle his balls, and the other to pump his shaft. He moaned again, and began spraying his load all over her. The first two shots were directed at her tits, the next hit her chin and covered her lips, and then my mom had his cock in her mouth. She took it all in, which I guessed to be about 7 inches, the same as mine. I could see her cheeks moving, and knew she took a few more bursts in her mouth. She then let his now limp dick slide out of her mouth, a strand of cum still linking it to her lips. It broke, and swung down, now stretching from her lips to her tits. She silently began to collect up all his spunk, and licked it off her finger. I was so surpried that my mom was such a cum whore, and then she amazed me even more. She opened her mouth, and still had all of his cum inside of her. She looked straight into the camera, and said "Honey, I love the taste of your cum, and you know you make me scream more than any other cock I've ever had." She then stuck her cum covered tongue out, retracted it, and I saw her gulp. Her mouth opened once more, with no cum in sight. At that, my cock erupted once more, this time spilling my seed into her thong. The clip ended, and I was spent. Hurridly I copied the CD with my burner, and placed everything back as I had found it. No money was taken, I now had other plans for the evening. Burying my cock into my mothers tight, wet pussy.

Chapter 2: Scotch and Scrabble

I spent the rest of the morning washing and replacing her thong, eating, and planning how to get my mother to fuck me. My cock had not gone limp since I first laid eyes on her vibrator. I was still slightly in shock by how sexual my mother was. I wondered exactly how many others she had fucked, and how regularly she fucked my father. I then had the image of a threesome with those two and my step-mother. Somehow, I could guess it had happened at least once. My college mind scrambled to find good ways to get my mother in the mood, not only for sex, but for nasty sex with her son. Booze seemed to be the best way. I went to our basement, and located a bottle of scotch that had found its way into the box of board games. My mother was not too keen on liqour, but it was the best shot I had. I grabbed Scrabble too, because I knew she liked it, and I could suggest it as something to do tonight.

My mom came back from work, and gave me a warm greeting and a hug. I could feel her breasts lightly press against me, and I thought my dick would burst from pressure. As she released the embrace, she smiled at me, and I had flashes of her smile as she dropped her bra. My mom was dressed, but I never noticed. She was naked in my mind all night.

"Well honey, I was going to make tomato soup and grilled cheese for dinner, how does that sound?"

I told her it would be just great, and that I had dug up scrabble if she wanted to play. She said it was a great idea. As we sat down to eat, I asked if she wanted a drink, maybe a glass of wine. I had been drinking wine with the family since I was 16, and she said sure. I poured two glasses, and brought them over. We made small talk all through the meal, and I ensured that her glass was always full. By the time the bottle of wine was empty, I had just finished my original glass. Mom was getting tipsy, but wasn't all gone yet. I asked her if she wanted another drink, and she said if I don't mind. Then she noticed the bottle.

"Oh, there's no more wine!"

"I know, we got a little carried away huh? Well I dug this up downstairs too, want some?"

I held up the scotch.

"Oh sure, why not? Have some fun with my only son while he's home"

She could not have possibly known the fun I was hoping to have. I poured her a drink, and dilluted mine enough so that it only looked good, it was almost all water. I wanted to make sure I remembered everything that went on tonight.

We sat down at the coffee table to play scrabble. On the couch my mother had masturbated on a week ago. My cock still had not gone soft. The game was fun, and I kept the drinks coming to my mom. I was only planning to get her drunk, but I was unaware that my mom got incredibly horny when she was wasted. About 20 minutes into the game, she spelled "cock." I looked at her, and she giggled, and asked me if it counted, or if it was slang. I told her it counts, it was another word for rooster. She laughed again, touched my leg and said "sure, that's what I meant." Two turns later, she played "Sex" (triple letter score for the x) and her next turn was "Clit." With this I looked at her, and asked her if she was feeling okay. She said great, then had a gleam in her eye, and asked me if I wanted to raise the stakes. When I asked her what she meant, she said "Strip Scrabble - I used to play it all the time in college, that's how I got so good."

"What's the rules?"

She explained. It's played like normal scrabble, except that you can spend your points to take off the other person's clothes. For every 25 points you had, you could buy an item of clothing off them, and you got to pick what you wanted. They had to undress from the top down, so you could choose the pants or the shirt first, but not the underclothes. It sounded good to me. I checked the score sheet, and noticed that she was winning by far. Embarrassing to lose by so much to a drunk chick. I said I would play, but lets start over. She agreed, and the score was 0.

My mom was wearing her buisiness suit, which was stockings, a tight blue skirt, white shirt, and I assumed a bra and panties. I had yet to find out what color and style. I was wearing shorts, boxers, a t-shirt, and socks. We decided that since she had 5 and I had 4, that her stockings wouldn't count. The game began. I started, and managed to pull a 11 point word out of my ass. Since it was a double word score, I had 22 points of the first turn. Mom didnt fair so well, she only got 15. My next turn yielded me another 7 points, so I had 4 points, and one piece of clothing. For as bad as I wanted to see my mom's glorious tits, I chose the skirt. What color panties she had on was killing me. She stood up and began to unzip them, saying "I can't believe I'm playing this again." I noticed she was just going to drop them, and I piped up.

"Uh uh! No Way. You can't just take them off! You have to do it sexy, like you are giving me a strip tease." My mom looked slightly nervous, took a sip of scotch, and walked in front of me. She stood almost in my lap, and began swaying her hips, with her fingers in the hemline. She slowly undid her zipper, and again bent over all the way, and slid them ever so slowly down her legs. The first thing I noticed was the black thong she had on. The second was the garterbelt and thigh highs. Finally I noticed the wet spot on her thong. She stepped out of the skirt, still bent over, and bounced her nice ass in my face. I reached a hand out, and was about to squeeze her cheeks, when she stood up and slapped it away.

"No Cheating! Touching costs extra and its after I lose all my clothes." She then smirked and said "but my garter stays on, cause it wasn't set in the terms. Guess I forgot to tell you I was wearing it." Then she winked at me. It was a very evil wink. She sat next to me again, her legs touching mine. It was her turn, and she had a pretty good word. I added it up, and she totalled 27 points. I didn't want to be naked first, so I fudged the math, and she was drunk enough to think that she only had 24 points. I would lose something next turn, but I was good for now. My next word was amazing, landing a triple letter score, as well as a triple word score. It totalled 35 points, and I gave myself another 6 because mom was too drunk to notice. So now I had 39 points, and another piece of her clothing. Her blouse was coming off. She stood up and straddled my legs, facing me. She bent over so her tits were only inches from my nose, and began to unbutton her shirt. Soon it was unbuttoned, and hanging on her shoulders. Her tits were hanging in a black bra, which barely covered them. They looked outstanding. I almost shot a load right there. She then backed away, so that her face was in front of mine, and in a husky whisper said "You like my tits?" When my mouth flapped but didn't respond, she smiled, kissed my cheek, and sat down. She finished her scotch and downed another immediately. It was her turn. She took a break to go to the bathroom, and when I heard the flush, she came out a minute later. As she went to sit down, she was too tipsy, and started to fall. She caught herself on me, however, what she caught was my cock. I jumped as her hand pressed onto my steel rod. "Hey! That's cheating! No touching!" She laughed and fell into her spot on the couch. "You're afully hard tonight aren't you?" I ignored that comment, and proceeded to deduct her 24 points as a penalty. She took her turn, and got 13 of them back. My turn, and with 11 points I would have her tits freed from the bra, and be one step closer to her mouth around my pole. I couldn't find anything to spell. I was cursing myself. I spelled a really poor word, and only got 6 points for it. I was pissed. Her turn, and she finally broke 25. When I asked which she wanted, shirt or shorts, she said "Shorts! Lemme see that big cock I felt!" I knew I was gonna fuck her as soon as she said that. I stood up, straddled her and she had done me, and slowly pulled my shorts down. My tent created a problem, but I pulled over it, and as I did so, my cock released, and sprang back up to its position. It almost smacked her in the face when it did so. I still had my boxers on, but my pulsing cockhead was only 2 inches from my mothers awaiting lips. She licked them when she saw how much my boxers were stretched. I looked away to take my shorts off completely, and as soon as I did, my boxers were down and my cock in her mouth. It was a blur.

Chapter 3: The Good Stuff

I was amazed. She had ripped my pants down, and deepthroated my cock, before I even knew what was going on. My hands found her head, and I held onto her, although I didn't have to do anything. She had my entire 7" down her throat, I could feel the back of her throat on my head. She was groaning and sucking, it was the best head I had ever had. Then she blew my mind, and I blew my load. With my cock completely in her mouth, she looked up at me, and stuck her tongue out to lick my balls. The sight and sensation of this caused my cum to explode into her. She swallowed it all without blinking. I couldn't believe it. My girlfriends had never been able to get my off so easily with blowjobs, and my mother didn't even use her hands. I was in heaven. She stood up, and very hastily removed her bra and panties. There was that close trimmed pussy I had been lusting for all day, and those two glorious tits. I had to have them. She still had her garter and stocking on, which made her all the hotter. I pulled her towards me, and mashed her lips to mine. We began making out, and my hands roamed her body. I was squeezing her ass and tweaking her nipples, as she moaned her consent. We fell onto the couch, with her on top, as we continued making out for at least 30 minutes. Despite having masturbated 3 times that morning, and just blowing a load into my mothers mouth, my cock was hard again. It was standing upright, and pressing between my mother's pussy lips. I slid a finger into her warm snatch, and could not believe the wetness inside. She was gushing like a hydrant. Without any delay, I said "Tell me what you want." She sat up, still straddling me, and brushed her hair back from her face. She looked at me for a few seconds, smiled, and said "I want my son's cock inside me. Fill my cunt with your juice." With that, she put one hand on my chest, reached behind her to grab my cock, then picked her ass up and slammed it over my meat. Just like that I was balls deep inside my mother. I grunted in delight. She screamed in pleasure. Now putting both hands on my chest, she proceeded to fuck me like an animal. I just lay there and watched, there was nothing else to do. She was bouncing up and down and fast and hard as she could, screaming "Fuck me! Fuck me!" every time my cock withdrew from her tight hole, and just plain screaming every time it plunged back inside her. I loved the tight feeling, and the look on her face as she rode me was awesome. Her head was tilted back, eyes closed, mouth open, jaw quivering. It was the sexiest pose I had ever seen. Gradually, I came out of my sex induced daze, and slowly reached my hands up, and cupped her breasts. That was the only motion I made as my mom came like a beast. I let her tits bounce in my hands, squeezing and mashing them, flicking her nipples. I wanted to taste them, but she had all her weight on my chest so she could better pump her ass onto my tool. As a result, I couldn't sit up enough to lick her boobs. That was not even close to a dissapointment though, and I felt her walls contracting rapidly while she fucked me. She let out one long scream, and collapsed onto me, her breasts pressing on my chest. I could still feel her cumming, squeezing my cock with her pussy, and she was panting for breath. I hadn't cum inside of her though, So I grabbed her by the hips, and continued slamming her into me. She simply lay on me and whimpered how great it was. After another 5 minutes of fucking, I was feeling ready to cum, and she had caught her breath somewhat, and was kissing me as we fucked. She suddenly bit my lip, hard, and I knew she was cumming again. As she came, she said "much better than john, oh god! so much better!" John was my father. Hearing that, I couldn't take it, and I came inside her. I say that, but seeing as how it was my fifth orgasm of the day, I had no juice left, so it was just an orgasm. But I don't think I've had a better one in my life. We kissed one more time, and then drifted to sleep, my limp dick buried inside her pink box.

Chapter 4: Good Morning

I woke with the sunlight from the window on my face. I took a minute to remember where I was, and what had happened last night. My mother was still sleeping on my chest. I kissed her on the forehead, and saw her eyelids flutter. She woke up and looked at me smiling. What happened next was unexpected. She screamed. Her face looked as if she had seen a ghost, and she jumped off of me, backing into a corner, shreiking. "WHY!? WHY!? Your cock was IN me!! WHY!? HOW!? What the FUCK is going on!?" She was hysterical. I walked over, and she shyed away from me. Grabbing a blanket, I wrapped it around her, so she was no longer naked. I pulled my shorts back on, and sat next to her, with my arm around her. She was sobbing now. "I fucked my son. I fucked my son. I fucked my son." She couldn't comprehend her actions last night. My plan had worked to well, she had gotten so drunk she didn't remember the night before. I had to smooth this out somehow. I simply let her cry. At first, she was just crying, but eventually, she leaned into me, and cried onto my shoulder. After a good hour of this, she looked at me, tears still streaming, and asked what happened. I told her that we played scrabble, and both must have gotten way to drunk (I lied about how drunk I had been). I said I didn't remember much of what happened, but that she had mentioned some Strip Scrabble or other, and things must have gotten out of hand. I told her to go upstairs, take a shower, and just relax. She nodded like a frightened child, and mechanically dropped the blanket and went upstairs. I watched her titties sway as she moved, but felt a slight tinge of guilt. I hopped in the downstairs shower, washed and changed quickly, and had bacon and eggs cooked by the time my mom came downstairs again.

She had on a baggy sweatsuit that she almost never wore. She came to the table, thanked me for the food, and started eating. We ate without a word. She wouldn't even look at me. When she finished her meal, she sat with her head staring at her plate. I watched her in silence. After what felt like forever, she, without looking up, quietly asked me, "Tell me the truth, did you get me drunk on purpose?" She was so pathetic sounding that I couldn't bear to lie. "Yes."

"So your plan for last night was to get me drunk and fuck me?"

"Basically"

"How long have you wanted to fuck me?"

"Since yesterday afternoon."

This answer made her head snap upright. She looked at me very quizzically. "Why on earth would you just want to fuck your mother all of a sudden, and go to such lengths? What the fuck is wrong with you?" I didn't answer, I just walked upstairs. She stayed seating, and shouted at me to answer her question, not walk away. "Get back here, I'm your mother for Christ sake!"

I came back downstairs, holding a vibrator and a CD. Her face paled.

"I was looking through your desk to find money so I could go out last night. I'm dead broke you know. I wanted to take some and go see a movie or something, but when I was searching, I found these. I watched you strip, I watched you masturbate, and I watched dad fuck you. I saw what a dirty cum whore my mother was, and I was never more turned on in my life. When I saw you stripping, I realized that somehow, the sexiest women I'd ever met had been living under my nose and I never realized. The fact that you were my mother didn't matter anymore, you were the best piece of ass I would ever get, and I had to have it. I love you, but I had to fuck you."

She listened intently to my answer, and then nodded, stood up, and took the CD and vibrator from my hands.

"I assume you already burnt a copy of this?" She asked, holding up the CD.

"Yup."

"Ok, well, I won't ask for it back or anything like that. And I'm not mad, I was just scared and suprised. It's not good to wake up and feel a cock inside you, and not know whose it is. That is enough to freak me out, but looking down and seeing you, I flipped, and I'm sorry. You may have intentionally gotten my drunk to fuck me, but I'm the one who drank, and I know that when I'm drunk, I have to get filled. I don't think you knew how horny I get when I'm plastered, so it's not all your fault."

I was so relieved she said all that, but I figured our relationship would be akward from then on.

"But," she continued, "This had forever changed our relationship. It can never go back to what it was." I felt my heart sink. "You aren't just my son anymore, you're my fuck toy too." I looked at her confused. She smiled and said "Last night I woke up after what I thought was a dream about the best sex I ever had. With you inside me, I don't think it was a dream. Your cock is wonderful, and I want to fuck you again tonight, but this time - sober." She came over and licked my ear. I stood, stunned.

"And if you are confused, I saw you sleeping naked last summer, and you had a hard on. I was transfixed by it, you have a bigger one that John, and he is the best lover I've ever had, so I kept thinking how good you would be. I've actually been thinking of how to get you to bed with me for the past 7 months now." With that, she winked, and walked upstairs. On the way up she said, "But right now I need to do aerobics. You can watch if you want..."

I never ran so fast in my life.

To Be Continued....

I hope people liked this story, it is my first try. I have plans to write a sequel, involving his father and step-mother in a three way and eventually 4 person gang bang. If people want to see that, please just say so.

ThePantyNinja

een too depressed to even find release for his sexual needs. His only solace was masturbation in his room, remembering the backseat of his car, where they had first made love, the hotel in hawaii for the honeymoon, and the other various places they had made love. When Amanda had become a woman, and started developing sexually, Tom didn't know how to handle it, and the situation only got worse. Amanda had no idea that her father came home and heard her getting railed every day. She was in too much bliss to notice a car pull in, and then leave a few minutes later. Tom decided that today would be different however. He couldn't avoid his problems all his life, and he didn't want anything to happen to his daughter, the last thing he and his wife had shared.

Tom set his briefcase down, took off his shoes and jacket, and walked down the hall towards his daughters room. Her moaning was become louder, and the banging of the headboard faster. Whoever had his cock inside of her was about to blow it, and Tom barged in just in time to ruin the moment. The stud, who was a very muscular guy, with a crew cut and tatoos on his bulging muscles, went pale white with shock, and stopped in mid stroke. Tom could just see his prick shrivel up inside of her. She was lying on her back, hair a mess, fingers pinching her nipples, her long, slender legs atop his shoulders. Her back was bent, and her ass slightly in the air, letting the boy get a good amount of penetration into her sweet snatch. Tom stood there, and when she noticed her man had stopped thrusting, and was looking rather scared, she turned her head, and saw her father, looking supremely pissed.

She shrieked, and the boy pulled out of her (Tom noticed his dick was at least 6 inches and it was only half erect) and scrambled for his clothes. Tom said nothing, as the now beet red boy ran out of the room, trying to put his pants on while he ran. His daughter had grabbed her bedsheets, and pulled them over herself, trying to retain some sense of modesty.

"So how long have you known him for?" He asked

"I met him at the mall on the way home from school." was the reply.

"So you just let a stranger fuck you like that? It's that easy to get in your little panties?"

Being a smartass teenager that she was, even in this situation, she said "Well, I wasn't wearing any panties, so he didn't really have to get in them."

That was the final straw for Tom however. His slut of a daughter needed to be taught a lesson. He grabbed her sheets, and tore them off of her, exposing her naked body. This was the first time he had seen his daughter in anything less than fully clothed since she was around 8. The changes were readily noticeable. She had shoulder length brown hair, the same blue eyes as her mother, the same thin, sexy lips. Her breasts had the perkiness of a typical 17 year old, and looked perfect to cup in a hand. She had a very toned stomach, and her bush was a trim triangle, leading into her love box. He didn't get a very good look at it, because she darted her hands across her breasts and pussy, still covering them up. The brief look had startled Tom though, she was the spitting image of her mother, who was only 20 when she had died. Tom felt stirrings in his loins, but they were soon overwhelmed by his anger at the slut he had raised.

He sat on the edge of the bed, and grabbed her by the wrist. Yanking hard enough to make her yelp, he pulled her across his lap, with her feet still on the bed, and her head hanging down to the ground.

"Wait wait! What are you going to do!?" She was panicking now, squirming and kicking her legs. Tom held firm, not letting her escape.

"I'm going to teach you some lessons. I should have done this a long time ago. I ask a question. You tell me the truth, I ask another. You lie, or if I even think you are lying, you are going to get spanked. Comprende?"

"No! No! You can't spank me like this! I'm a grown woman! Please no!"

"Whatever, I'm your father, and I have to take drastic measures to change your attitude. Sorry if you don't like it."

With that, he raised his hand, and brought it down hard onto her bare ass cheek. She screamed in pain, and writhed in his lap.

"What was that for!? You didn't even ask a question!"

"That was for being a smart-ass about your panties. Now for some truth."

"How long have you been having sex in this house?"

"2 months" was the reply.

Immediately his hand came down, delivering five hard strokes to her tight ass. A large red handprint remained, as a tear quietly rolled down Amanda's face.

"Bullshit! I know you've been fucking longer than that! I've come home every day and heard it. I just left and came back later. So how about you tell the truth this time?"

"11 months! I started last New Years!" This was a truthful answer.

"So when did you lose your virginity?" The next question asked. Tom wanted to know how long she had been fucking around before she decided to do it in her room.

"That night!"

His hand came down once more. He slapped harder and harder, ten times, until she was openly sobbing, her tears falling softly to the floor.

"I swear!"

Ten more, on the other cheek this time.

"When I was fourteen! With Jim, that kid down the street! I went skinny dipping and we had sex in his pool!"

Tom was startled by that, he had always seen Jim as a nice, responsible kid, not someone to take his daughter's virginity away.

"So how many people have you had sex with total!?" Tom was getting upset at how much of a whore she was.

"I don't know. I....I...I lost count." She was having trouble talking between her sobs.

"How do you lose count?"

"Because there were too many."

"And what does that make you?"

"I don't understand dad"

"What do you call a girl who fucks so many guys she can't keep track?"

"A whore."

"What else?"

"A slut."

"So say what you are."

"I'm a slut." She was sobbing more from embarrassment than pain now. "I'm a dirty whore."

"Are you done being a whore? Do you think you've learned a lesson?"

"No daddy. I can't. I tried. But I need a cock in me. I can't handle having a boyfriend, I just need random cock. All the time. It's an addiction, I've tried to quit, I can't. Please, don't hit me."

By now, her squirming, her sexy ass, everything had given Tom a boner, which was tenting his pants, and poking into Amanda's stomach. She was in too much pain and torment to notice it now, but he was sure she would eventually. He couldn't believe the thoughts he was having about his daughter. The problem was, every time he looked at her, he saw his wife, and all that emotion came rushing back into him, especially the sexual emotions. He had gone unsatisfied for 17 years, because of this bitch. He decided she would make up for it.

"Did you always use protection? That kid didn't have a condom on."

"Yes daddy. I've been on the pill for a year and half, and I usualy use a condom too. I've been safe."

"Well, at least you aren't that stupid." Tom was slightly relieved by that fact.

"Listen up. You want cock all the time, you got it. My cock. You are gonna fill all of my needs, and you are gonna love it. If you have enough energy after that to handle getting fucked by some stranger, you go right ahead. If I can't make you stop having sex, I can at least get some use out of you. You've been pretty useless to me up till now."

With this, he released her, and she hit the floor like a brick. She spun around, and was sitting on the floor, staring at her father, totally boggled by what he had just said.

"You want me to what!? I'm not fucking you! That's fucking gross!"

Tom released his pants, and they dropped to the floor. His erection popped out of his fly, and his 8 inches stared her in the face. Amanda closed her eyes, and tried to scoot away on the floor. Tom would have none of that, as he grabbed her by the head, and slammed her face into his groin. Her mouth and eyes were shut, but he was rubbing his cock all over her face. He then plugged her nose, and when she opened her mouth to gasp for air, shoved himself inside of her. Amanda looked up at him, tears streaming from her eyes, and he palmed her skull, and began to pump her face on and off his cock. "You like that!? Huh bitch!? You like sucking cock so much, how about your old mans!?" He was absolutely skull fucking the shit out of her, and she just sobbed and took it. Soon Tom bored of her mouth, and decided he wanted some of that sweet pussy. Still holding her by just the hair, he picked her up and threw her onto the bed. She landed on her stomach, and screamed in pain from her hair being pulled so badly. Tom didn't wait at all, just grabbed her ankles, spread her legs, and thrust himself inside of her. She was not very tight, but so warm and inviting. Grabbing her waist, he pulled her onto her knees, and again took hold of her hair. Fucking her doggy style, he thrust in and out like a beast. She was crying , yet every once in a while a moan would be intermingled with the sobs. Tom could feel her walls milking his cock, and he knew she was a true slut, that getting fucked was all she needed, even if she said she didn't want it. This only enraged him further, and he pulled her hair even harder, driving himself further into her slit. After about 10 minutes of solid fucking, she was too close to an orgasm to cry any more. She was moaning constanly, and began to buck her hips to the rythm of his fucking.

"That's it bitch. You love my cock don't you. You fucking love it. You little whore."

"Oh yes daddy! Give me your cock! I love it! I fucking LOVE It! Fuck your little whore daughter! Fuck me! I'm such a slut!"

Hearing those word both turned Tom on, and enraged him further. "I got a surprise for you slut!" He quickly pulled out, and, cock coated in her pussy juices, slammed home into her asshole. He figured that since she was such a whore, she would have taken it in the ass by now, but he was wrong. He felt the tightness, and her pained scream as he ripped her open. The thrust cause his dick to spasm, as thick ropes of cum shot into her virgin asshole. He collapsed on her, cock still twitching inside of her.

"Dad, that fucking hurt!" She sobbed. "Nobody ever put anything in my ass before. I don't want to do that. Please don't do it anymore. I'll suck you off and fuck you silly, but don't fuck my ass again. I think it's bleeding!"

"Fat chance of that bitch. You don't let anybody in your asshole but me, got it!? And I'm gonna fuck it every day. Better get used to it. I'll lube up a little better next time though."

With that, he pulled out of her, and noticed that the trickle of semen running from her was tinted with red. So she was bleeding huh? He got a sick satisfaction from it. He wiped himself off on her bedsheets, gathered his clothes, and went to leave. As he reached the door, he turned, and she was still lying on the bed, a finger prodding her asshole, to investigate the damage.

"Go get cleaned up, you're cooking dinner tonight. Make me a steak, medium rare. I want you in your sexiest clothes, and you better be ready for your dinner - a nice thick tube steak to suck on. Have it ready in an hour."

With that, he closed her door, and went to his own room. His life just got a little better.

Amanda realized that her dad had finally left, so she stood up, and gingerly walked to the shower. He ass was burning, and her pussy ached for another good climax. She began fingering herself under the water, and thought how lucky she just got, to have a cock at her beck and call. She knew she was a cock addict, a total whore. Smiling to herself, she thought about the yummy dinner she was about to get.