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Title: Maid

Keywords: mf, Ff, teen, inc, father, mom, son, daughter, voy

Author: Caesar

"Oden the bardling averred

His muse was the bum of a bird,

And his lesbian wife
Would finger his fife

While Fisherwood waited as third."

-author unknown

Description:

This devious tale is about the new maid that comes into the house and

seduces the father, then wants more!

Disclaimer:

#include "std_disclaimer.h"

All characters are fictional and a figment <g> of my imagination.

Constructive e-mail welcome.

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The Maid

by Caesar, copyright(c) 1994-2002

$Revision: 1.6 $ $Date: 2002/04/15 14:07:25 $

She came highly recommended, with references and a resume that greatly

impressed me. The children loved her, my wife was thankful of the

excellent work she did, and I was able to spend more time with my

work. The maid also entered my family and began to systematically

control or terrorize everyone in the household. It was a warped and

demented person that used every device available to her to manipulate

me and my loved ones.

Tiyar was gorgeous. And because of that simple fact, perhaps I gave

her too much latitude. My wife was the one that actually hired her -

Linda was very impressed with the young woman. Everything was going

fine for several months; the new live-in maid was perfect. Life

between me and my wife was renewed. And my two kids seemed happy with

the maid, and the intoxicating feelings their parents radiated. My

wife even phoned the references, and they all were impeccable and just

a little impressive. And the months after she moved in proved that

our patience and diligence in looking for the perfect maid seemed to

pay off when we found Tiyar.

When things began to change, it wasn't anything huge or obvious, just

simple little intuitions that became more and more apparent. For

instance, my teenage daughter seemed to be infatuated with the new

woman in the house and followed upon every word and action the maid

did, while I noticed my wife was becoming the direct opposite, looking

upon the brown-skinned beauty with contempt and disgust, though she

had yet to mention her feelings and I don't know why her feelings had

changed about the maid. In truth, I was the last to realize what was

going on in my own house.



The Maid - Chapter II

"Sir, I found this note in the garbage. Is it yours?" The dark brown

innocent-looking eyes of Tiyar awaited my answer as she held out the

crumpled paper to me.

"Thank you." I took the note and read it. It was from my business

partner, that an important meeting had been rescheduled and was to

start... an hour ago! I could not control the anger in my voice.

"Did you take this note Ti?" I often called her this, as she had

asked me to during the first week she began work.

"No, Mr. Simons." And I believed her - it was written in my wife's

handwriting.

"God damn it all to hell!" I spun about and slammed my hands upon my

desk. I forgot the maid standing at my flank. Since I missed the

meeting, my company probably lost the chance we had for a huge

account, and a large amount of revenue. Why would Linda throw out a

message that I hadn't received yet?

I spun about to go out to the backyard where my wife was taking in

some sun. Instead I discovered Ti kneeling before me. Her head was

down as she picked up the mess I had made that morning while working.

From the angle that she was I could see directly down the front of her

dress to her ample bosom. The naturally brown skin tantalized and

stunned me for a brief second. I, of course, had noticed that the

maid was a very beautiful young woman, but usually my appraisal was

less than energetic. The large firm mounds swayed beneath her as she

reached and grabbed the small bundles of garbage, a sight that greatly

incensed me. I could see much of her breast, minus the sight of her

nipple, a part of her upon which I eagerly imagined.

After several enjoyable moments of this sight, she looked up directly

into my eyes, her hands and knees still upon the floor. Silence. I

was extremely conscious that my knees were spread and she was but an

arm's reach from my crotch, while her face was level with my lap.

"Honey?!" It was Linda.

It took a few seconds before I answered, all thought of the crumpled

note gone, just the silent beauty kneeling before me with my thoughts.

"Yes?" Ti stood and immediately took the garbage pail out of my den.

My wife entered seconds after, dressed in a see-through summer wrap

which revealed her one-piece swimsuit underneath. "Oh..." I was

startled by her sudden appearance.

"Hi, dear. Did you get some work done?" It wasn't really a question

since she knew the answer to that query. "I was wondering if you want

me to get you anything from the market?"

I barely understood the words that she spoke as my attention was

centred upon her chest. The sway of it hypnotized me and demanded my

action, as I enjoyed my wife's bosom reminiscent of Ti's. I stood

suddenly and pulled my wife to me, my mouth immediately pressing

against hers. I was hungry for relief; also, I wanted to taste her

sun- warmed soft breast. This was not as unusual or uncontrollable an

emotion as it seems, since when we were first married I often lost

control of my senses and thought with my lower head, though I had not

given this type of demanding attention to my wife in over ten years,

and she wasn't prepared for my animal hunger.

My sight was filled with the sway of Ti's brown- skinned breasts and

my own wife's soft chest even as my hands pulled the straps down from

Linda's shoulders revealing her left white boob. My salivating mouth

encircled her nipple. I didn't notice my wife's nervousness or

surprise at my actions. She didn't resist me, but she also didn't

help me any. The only thing that escaped her lips, was a simple "oh",

when my tongue flicked her hardened nipple.

I spun my wife about and pressed her down onto the top of my desk.

Quickly I pulled the crotch of her bikini to the side and held it wide

as I freed my cock. I sunk my manhood deep within her in a single

lunge. My passions rushed my actions and I pressed my wife's shapely

legs to her chest giving me direct access to her love channel. She

moaned and rotated her hips, while I was in a frenzy as I pounded into

her again and again. Linda began to squeeze her own exposed breast,

the other hand moving down between her spread legs to flick her

blood-enlarged clitoris.

My surprised wife orgasmed even as my own shot deep within her. I

fucked her as an animal, and she in turn enjoyed my actions. My

life-giving juices shot out of me even as I noticed a movement from

the still-open doorway. Linda had her eyes tightly closed as she

spasmed in sexual relief, and didn't notice my movement nor saw the

maid standing in the door watching our nuptial coupling. Ti was

rhythmically squeezing a large breast above her clothes while the

other hand rubbed outside her covered sex mound. I was startled and

excited at the sight of my maid as she viewed my enjoyment with Linda.

My wife's voice caused the maid to turn quickly and leave the open

doorway, while my attention was again returning to normal and I looked

deep into my wife's happy eyes. "I guess you don't want anything from

the store?" I hadn't the energy to laugh.



The Maid - Chapter III

I hadn't forgotten the intoxicating sight of my maid's upper breast.,

nor the gentle sway they had undergone as she moved before me. And

the sight of Ti's excitement as she rubbed herself before me and my

wife was embarrassing, not to say damn exciting. Thank goodness Linda

hadn't noticed. In fact, after our torrid encounter in my study, she

had a renewed vigour and energy with me. Perhaps I should become a

sexual beast more often with my wife.

Nothing was said between Tiyar and myself about that afternoon. We

acted as if nothing had ever happened. Yet our eyes would sometimes

meet and a silent communication would pass between us. A few times I

had caught her eyes upon me, attempting to pierce my clothing. I was

also doing the same towards her. Things would have continued from

that point if I didn't walk in on Ti as she was masturbating.

It was the Sunday after her witnessing my nuptial coupling and the

house was quiet when I got home from golf. I had thought everyone

gone, even Ti since it was her day off, but I was standing in the

hallway browsing through the Sunday Paper when I noticed movement from

down the hall leading to the kitchen. Actually, once I stuck my head

around the corner I determined the movement had come from the

breakfast nook and not from the actual kitchen. And what I saw

startled me, even after seeing my maid's hunger as she watched me and

Linda.

Ti was sitting before the large bay window that lead out to the

backyard, her right side facing me. She was sitting in the large

comfortable chairs Linda had wanted so badly, and had her naked feet

placed up on the window sill. The long brown smooth legs were

uncovered and lead right up to the edge of her oversized tee-shirt,

the knees well apart. She was almost laying horizontal in that chair,

but her face was staring out the window, directly at my wife's

bikini-clothed body. That was a shock, but when Ti moaned and

clenched her unseen crotch with both hands, I was truly amazed.

Perhaps Ti had not been excited at seeing me the other day, but my

wife! I wasn't sure if I should be disgusted or turned on. Ti was a

very beautiful woman, and the fact that she was interested in my

wife's body instead of mine puzzled me. I could barely see Linda out

in the yard, laying face down upon the huge towel, her body glistening

with tanning lotion and sweat, the sun darkening her pale skin. She

too looked attractive.

Again Ti moaned, one arm moving faster upon her crotch than the other.

I could just make out the faint noise of her juicy vagina as its folds

were being manipulated. As I stood dumbly in the hallway, Ti brought

up one hand, covered in her sexual secretions and sucked on the

fingers one at a time, being sure to get every drop. She then used

the same hand to begin to pinch her nipples through her tee-shirt.

Her bottom began to rotate upon the chair, in time to her moaning and

heavy breathing, yet her eyes never left the naked limbs of my wife.

Linda, meanwhile, was unaware of the audience she had, but lay

contented before the pool, a few feet from the large window. She was

reading one of those trashy novels housewives seem to purchase often.

Her feet were waving about in the air as she was raised up on her

elbows. Her breasts hung down in the slim bathing suit, and from the

angle she was at I could see almost all the way to her navel. A tall

glass with a drink sat next to her, and she reached out to wipe the

sweat from the clear cup. She rubbed the moisture upon her upper

chest and forehead. Linda did indeed look delicious, and I may have

lingered to enjoy the sight of her if Ti had not.

The maid's enjoyment was reaching a climax, her body was quivering

uncontrollably now, her calf muscles jumping in excitement, the sounds

of pleasure loud against the silence of the house. Ti stiffened

noticeably while her body became like a statue for several lengthy

seconds. Her climax shot throughout her body, and then she began to

relax and enjoy the sexual after effects. It took a long time for her

to get her body back under control.

Ti suddenly turned her head and looked directly into my eyes. Without

any emotion upon her face she looked down upon my bulging crotch and

appraised my covered organ. She stood, and for a brief second I

wondered if she would come towards me, yet she promptly disappeared

about the corner towards her bedroom.

The breakfast room smelled faintly like a woman's sexual heat, and I

stood before the large window at the close proximity of my wife as she

lay still unaware of what had just transpired. Out of the corner of

my eye, I again saw movement, but so enthralled was I in what I had

just seen, I didn't realize it was from the opposite direction than

Tiyar had departed to.



The Maid - Chapter IV

I had come to the conclusion that the sight I had witnessed had been a

damn turn-on! Watching the beautiful Tiyar masturbating was

stimulating enough, but in addition the idea that what had prompted

her action was my wife's near-naked body was extremely exciting. That

night as I lay next to my sexy wife, my cock pounding back and forth

in her wet hole, my vision was filled with Ti. I fantasized about my

maid, and the erotic sight of her masturbating while my near-naked

wife lay unsuspecting near by.

Though things about the house seemed to return to "normal", I treated

Tiyar the same as I had before my sight of her enjoying herself. If

anything, my wife noticed the difference just by the amount of sexual

attention she was receiving. Almost daily I would point my active

imagination upon my unsuspecting, but pleased, wife. I didn't think I

would again enjoy such a high sex drive now as I had when I was still

in my late teens. So Ti was responsible for my marriage becoming

almost better than ever.

On one occasion Ted and Sherry, our neighbours, came over for supper

and drinks. It was a usual occurrence, happening about once every

month. The five of us, including Ti, sat about eating the delicious

Italian cuisine and chatting normally. Everything was normal.

I felt a light touch upon my right side, next to my trouser zipper.

Thinking I had dropped something in my lap, I glanced quickly down and

saw a small thin brown-skinned hand reaching for my zipper. Like a

flash I forced myself to look up, and not at Ti, who was busier than

anybody actually realized at that table. I grasped her small hand in

my beefy paw just as she found the clasp to the zipper. She didn't

resist as I pushed that hand firmly away from my lap.

Again, she reached for me, and again I forced her hand away from me.

I quickly glanced to my side and saw that she was chatting with my

wife and Sherry, while Ted looked on and listened dutifully. This

time when her hand found my zipper, I didn't resist. Perhaps it was

the many nights of fantasizing or the sheer lust I had for my young
maid. The zipper barely resisted her attempts and I felt a breeze

well within my trousers, before slim cold fingers fumbled with my the

fly on my boxer shorts.

I couldn't resist tensing up when her cold fingers found my flaccid

sex, but thankfully no-one noticed my discomfort. Quickly, she

rhythmically squeezed my cock until it quickly hardened. Again I

glanced down, the sight irresistible, her thin fingers attempting to

circle my throbbing member. The fingers warmed quickly upon my penis,

and she slowly moved it up and down, stroking me expertly. I didn't

resist, nor did I help, I just sat their and enjoyed it.

Across the table, my wife looked over at me and smiled happily.

Seconds later, Ted began to question me about business, and I

animatedly chatted with him. Up and down the fingers went, and my

mind began to drift. Just when I thought it prudent to discontinue,

Ti withdrew her hand from my raised pole and grasped my hand

discreetly, pulling it to her lap. She was wearing a loose summer

skirt and I found the hem raised to her waist. My maid placed my hand

directly between her warm thighs and right upon her wet hairless

uncovered crotch. I almost lost my supper. She returned to stroking

my cock.

Never before had I felt such a sexy and wet slit. It was a marvel

that I explored more out of curiosity than passion. Her natural

juices had coated the whole sex mound and her strong inner thighs,

which in turn coated my hand. I had to resist the temptation to lift

my fingers to my lips to taste and smell her. I could feel the

dilemma that she was creating with her stroking fingers upon my cock,

and I acted out of instinct as I found and rotated her clitoris. She

wiggled with delight, while asking my wife a question about the meal.

I remembered the sight as my wife had lain within sight of my maid's

excited eyes, and her reaction. It was obvious to me that she had not

thought only of my pretty wife as sexy. The moving fingers were proof

of that. I could feel the tension building between my legs and knew

this encounter would soon come to a close. As the sperm began to

build in pressure, I plunged a single finger into her surprisingly

tight sex hole.

I could feel my seed shoot out the head of my cock even while her

vagina clasped my fucking finger in a hungry and climaxing grasp. It

was one of the most peculiar orgasms I have ever had. Ti and I both

climaxed simultaneous, yet neither had a huge come. I for one was

attempting to hide my enjoyment from my wife and company, while very

conscious of any above table movements. It was a strange orgasm, but

fulfilling all the same.

Several moments went by and Ti and I returned our hands to our laps.

Unseen by anyone else at the table, my maid daintily lifted her expert

hand and licked off two drops of pearly white sperm, smiling at me all

the while. I looked into her eyes as I finally lifted and quickly

tasted my hand, her juices delicious and her scent strong but highly

addictive.



The Maid - Chapter V

What happened next should be obvious - that I would seek out the maid

and become a sexual beast upon her. Yet that is not how it happened.

I did seek her out in the darkness of the night, but could not find

her in her room or even in any of the obvious places in the house. So

I began to hunt the not so obvious places.

I came upon my teenage daughter's room and the slightly open door.

The crack glowed with a yellow pale light from within, though not

enough to even brighten the hallway where I stood. It was no perverse

or demented reason that I stole a peek into my daughter's privacy,

just simple interest and casual turn of the head. Inside, my slim

pretty young girl leisurely masturbated unknown to her father's sudden

surprise.

At first, I was surprised and shocked that my "little girl" had

advanced in years and that her own sexuality had emerged, something

that I had dreaded and pretended not to notice. Yet my eyes and ears

proved that her body was becoming something that a father never wants

for his daughter - a woman's body. A wave of guilt ran through me,

from my intrusion into affairs that hardly included me. But her slim,

strong, tanned limbs enticed and seduced my vision as well as my mind

and I stood rooted to the spot, my eyes glued to the long spread legs

of my own flesh and blood.

Time had no meaning, it was measured in the movement of my daughter's

long shiny wet fingers upon her obviously excited vagina. She was

naked, not a stitch of clothing or a blanket hid any part of her from

my prying eyes. I would involuntarily lick my lips as I watched the

excited young lady arch her back off the bed, and grasp her own young
firm breast in her claw like hands. The hand between her legs would

move to the enlarged clitoris showing above her glistening slit to

agitate it viciously before moving back down to rub up and down the

full length of her slightly spread sex lips. Her gasp of

self-pleasure echoing in my ears almost deafened me with my guilty

lust.

My body was secular to my single sense of sight, yet that sight

noticed a movement beneath me. Or rather, just in front and below me.

Tiyar's eyes looked directly into my own, her fingers fumbling with my

tied-off rugby bottoms. I was shocked to have a witness to my

incestuous thoughts, although inaction, and shocked that she obviously

cared not. My hardness emerged with a insistent jerk that slapped the

young woman on her cheek. With her eyes still looking into my own,

she opened her mouth and swallowed two-thirds of my manhood. This

time, my own quiet moan of delight resounded in time with my

daughter's mounting excitement. The maid closed her eyes and

earnestly began to please me. So my vision again returned to my

daughter's quickening movements.

The teenager rolled to her side away from me and the doorway, her hips

pumping her sex against her wet fingers. She bit into her own pillow

to stifle a scream of pleasure. Even as my daughter's orgasm

approached, so did mine. A part of me wanted to feel my seed spend at

the exact moment my daughter reacted to her own out rush of energy.

And with the help of the determined lips and mouth of my hired hand,

it would soon be accomplished.

The seconds progressed more quickly than before, much to my

disappointment. My daughter returned to laying upon her backside, her

legs spread almost horizontal and never once touching the bed. I was

amazed at my "little girl's" sexuality, and the emotions she was about

to expel was proof of her capacity.

The face bobbing upon my cock mattered little. Ti didn't matter, only

her working mouth did, and even then only to produce an orgasm that I

had thought too dirty an action to do while being a witness to my

daughter's enjoyment. And Ti did an expert job, even though she could

not witness what I could see. And as greedy as I was, I am glad that

I was the only witness to the beautiful young lady's pleasure.

My cock began to shoot even before I was aware of the fact, so

engrossed in my own daughter's orgasm. She clenched fiercely, both

her thigh and shoulder muscles quivering violently, even while her

teeth ground and her fingers dug into flesh. I thought my darling

young girl would hurt herself, for that briefest of moments, until she

again collapsed flat upon the bed, her body draped in exhaustion. The

last of my sperm was deposited upon the brown skin of my maid's cheek.

I could barely stand, and backed up to lean against the hallway wall.

My maid stood triumphantly and pressed her clothed body against my

own. Without a word she kissed me passionately, my own taste entering

my mouth along with her spearing tongue. The kiss lasted a scant few

seconds, long enough for me to feel a gentle ripple in my sex, before

my maid stood away from me. She stole my soul with her piercing gaze,

then turned and left me alone in the hallway.

Guilty at all that had transpired, I quickly returned to my wife and

my bed.



The Maid - Chapter VI

My obsession of Tiyar increased after that incident, her availability

seemingly open after our brief encounters. I desired the need to

possess her lovely body for my own. My vision was not secular; I did

notice that my wife was looking very sexy these last few days, and my

daughter was no longer a "little girl". Yet I didn't seek out the

attentions of my maid; instead I used my wife as a vehicle of my

desire. At least once a day I would feel the need to enjoy my wife's

pretty body, and it was always hard and fast.

I hadn't thought my wife needed the attentions of another man, nor did

I expect to find her doing so in my own house. Yet that is exactly

what I discovered. Or rather Ti gave me forewarning and showed me my

unfaithful wife's wicked ways.

The finger at her lips suggested she desired my silence, and I was

about to speak up anyway, at least until I heard my wife's voice. I

walked silently over to the living room door and looked through the

crack that the maid held open. Inside, Linda lay sideways upon the

couch, her head on my son's shoulder, her hand upon his lap while he

sat facing me, his one arm around his mother, the other nervously

clenching a pillow.

Next to me, Ti moved away, allowing me to get a better view while she

stood back and watched me. I knew not what they were discussing nor

why I was spying upon my family. It appeared they were doing nothing

wrong. Yet a gut feeling held me in place.

"So you find her more attractive than me?" It was a strange question

coming from my wife, at least when talking with her teenaged son. He

shrugged, unsure. "Tiyar is very attractive isn't she?" She was

attempting another tactic. My son nodded affirmative. "Then you have

had sex with her?" Her voice had an edge. This sent a cold chill

down my spine, and I anxiously awaited the response.

My son finally spoke up, "N...no."

"But you think of her when you play with yourself?" I could see his

face turn red and nodded, yes. "How about when you fuck me?"

What?!

Linda's words shot spikes through me and I almost collapsed upon the

floor. By her own admission she had had sex with our son. Everything

I ever thought about my home life was shattered in only seconds. How

could this ever happen?

The lad nodded no again and Linda looked relieved. She opened her

mouth and sucked his ear briefly, then she whispered something. He

smiled hugely and moved his arm around her further and cupped her full

breast above her blouse. "Be careful, dear, your father will be home

soon. And that tramp is still in the house!" I could hear the venom

in her voice when she spoke about Ti. My wife's hand moved up the

boy's thigh and cupped his bulging shorts, gripping him in a solid

hold. Linda, compared to her maid, was a slut. Any woman that

desired, seduced, and fucked her own son could be termed nothing but.

He moved sideways towards her on the couch, "Please, mother!"

Linda giggled then spoke quickly as she bent over into his crotch,

"Okay, dear, but make it quick." I could see her nimble fingers unzip

his cutoffs; a small hard cock quickly plopped out, pointed right at

my wife's mouth. As I would have seen her do to me, she opened her

mouth and inhaled his young cock, which caused him to gasp out with

pleasure. Her face and head quickened, attempting to produce the

teens orgasm as fast as she could. I could hardly breathe, as she

mumbled between down thrusts, "You...taste good! I will...suck...as

long as...you don't...fuck the maid." I watched as my son grunted

then grasped his mother's head in his strong youthful hands and begin

to brutally fuck her face. She managed a few more words,

"Promise...me...?"

Just as his words escaped his lips, "I promise, mother", he forced my

wife's face flat against his stomach, the whole cock inhaled, while he

obviously had an orgasm. His grunts of passion echoed her moans of

pleasure. It all ended very quickly and my wife sat back up smiling

at our son, while whipping away a drop of his pearl coloured come upon

her chin with the back of her hand.

"Don't forget you promised?!" she teased him while standing and

lifting the front of her flowing summer skirt. The off-white coloured

garment was bunched around her waist and my son's hands reached up

and, with a smile, pulled his mother's cotton white panties down to

mid thigh. The teen reached around, cupped her round firm ass cheeks

in his strong hands and pressed his face into her crotch. She moaned

yet again, as a response to his actions. My vision was obstructed

since she had moved to stand before my son and the couch, her backside

to me. I could see her tan-lined ass rotate even while he roughly

manipulated her round bottom. Also, she began to taunt and guide him

with words that tore my heart out, and left my love for the woman I

married a charred husk of lies and deceit.

"Again...yes dear...fuck my clit...in a circle, yeah right there...ugh

huh...yes!" In fact she continuously talked to him through the whole

five minutes he was down between her legs. I almost wished I had a

better view of the incestuous action. But alas, it also ended with my

wife's orgasm, her buttocks rippling uncontrollably, and my son's

gasps for air all happening after an eternity of witnessing the

degrading and disgusting sights.

Silently as a zombie, I closed the swinging doors to the living room.

My actions, and body, were of an automaton. My mind was thinking and

remembering the last few moments, while my body slowly returned to my

car in the garage. I was about to leave it all at that point, leave

my wife and two kids. And yes, even Tiyar. But something held me

back. Perhaps it was the fear of the unknown life that I would have

had to lead, or the pain of viewing the sight of my wife and my son

giving each other oral sex.

Slowly, after an undetermined time, my mind returned to my body. I

finally resolved to stay at home, and not intervene until such a time

as I knew what the hell was going on.



The Maid - Chapter VII

The next few days were distant, at least with my interactions with

other people. I barely spoke to my wife, and never touched her. She,

of course, noticed my coldness and inquired into my feelings and

thoughts. I just smiled as warm as I could, then allowed her to kiss

me. On the cheek. I avoided my daughter - every time I saw her I

picture that pretty woman laying upon her bed naked and damn sexy.

And, of course, the guilty pleasure I had received just from that

sight alone. As for my son, I went out of my way to not see. And for

some strange reason didn't blame him for what was going on with my

wife. Linda was older, and his mother. She was to blame. I

understood that teenagers had raging hormones and would take anything

that came along, though I did wonder where the line must be drawn.

Tiyar was the only one that I didn't avoid; in fact, I wished she

would seek my company more often.

I desired Tiyar's company for a new reason now; I thought she was the

only one who knew the tremendous emotions running through me, and I

figured I would be able to talk with her. When that moment finally

came, she sat down with me, alone in the house, and I talked for

almost an hour while she was being the perfect listener, even holding

my hand, kissing the fingertips in sympathy for my words. A new rush

of desire ran through me, one solely to possess this beautiful and

sexy maid. It was stronger than lust before. This time I began to

think I was falling in love with Tiyar.

My house was not a comfortable place to live, and my daughter was the

first to voice this problem. She cried upon my shoulder telling me

that "everyone hated her". Of course I reassured her this was

preposterous while at the same time was very conscious of her warm

young body fiercely holding me. At that time, I didn't actually

wonder why my daughter hadn't gone to my wife for support, as the two

of them were usually bound tightly as some mother-daughters were.

I didn't want my desire to rise, and I did attempt to hold it back,

but my heart rate and sex had other ideas. Could my daughter feel the

growing size of my organ against her hip, as she sat upon my lap as

she used to do as a very young girl? The sweat was rolling down my

back and face, and it wasn't the heat. I hated myself, hated what my

body urged for. My hand was nonchalantly laying upon my daughter's

upper thigh, and I wondered if she could feel it quivering as all my

will centred upon that hand, just so it didn't move.

She wiggled about, seemingly to get more comfortable, yet this

stimulated my rock-hard sex. Surely she could feel the manhood

against her? She had talked herself out and just had her arms wrapped

about my neck in a strong hug. She was so small and attractive that

my desire was strongly overcoming my will power to stop any actions

that may lead, or suggest, a lewdness or impropriety on our parts.

Incest is such a ugly word, as my wife should well know.

I honestly do not know how far it would have gone. My daughter
wiggled about even more, pressing her hip harder into my lap, her

small breasts poking into my chest, and her soft cheek against my own.

She only kissed me twice - two little pecks upon my neck. But that is

all it took. I lost control; my hand slid up between her thighs and

began to slowly reach upwards to that warm wonderful spot that I had

witness not so long before. She responded by spreading her legs just

enough for my hand to reach her covered crotch.

My fingers touched the cloth covering her sex mound, and I gently

pressed into the lower crack before tracing upwards towards the spot

that caused her to moan and wiggle about. I was enjoying the obvious

heat and moisture in this region, when Ti walked in on us. "Excuse

me, sir, would a cold supper be all right tonight?" I pulled away

from my daughter, too stunned to think, while she suddenly jumped up

and walked away, quickly to her room. If I had been thinking straight

I would have known what she would be soon doing alone in her room.

"My God!" I gasped for breath, just realizing what I had been about

to do, what I almost did. "Thank God." Tiyar looked at me knowingly,

yet with compassion. "Thank you Ti, I..."

The maid came over and replaced my daughter upon my lap, I being still

too stunned to even think straight. "Understandable after everything

you have been through." She kissed my cheek softly -. "And she is an

attractive young woman" - again a kiss, this time upon the same spot

that my daughter had kissed - "and you have been under great stress

lately."

"Yes..." I realized that Tiyar had sat upon my lap, not sideways but

facing me, her knees straddling my hips. I could feel warmth against

my covered crotch as she pressed her sex against me. That was when I

came out of my delirium and my desire again rose to uncontrolled

heights. I reached between us and unbuttoned my fly, releasing my

cock while feeling the naked hairless wet sex against the back of my

hand. Ti hadn't worn anything under her short loose skirt. In seconds

my cock was finally inside the flesh of this woman I had desired so

strongly.

Ti groaned loudly, "I have been waiting so long for this. It feels so

good!" She melted over me, her body obviously controlled by the

junction between us. She began to bounce upon me in long smooth

strokes. Part of our joining was just sex, the other was therapeutic.

My stress and uncontrolled thoughts finally left me, and nothing

mattered those few moments except for my rising orgasm. She whispered

fiercely into my ear, her voice getting raspier, "Come in my mouth...I

love your taste...", a long pause, "...I love you!" That would

probably have floored me if we had not been fucking up a storm when

she said it; instead it was natural thing for her to say.

"I love you." At that very moment I meant those simple words. It was

finally the anchor that I was looking for in my confused life. Only

seconds after speaking, my orgasm released deep inside her, forcing

out the sexual tension that I had held back for several long

heart-wrenching days.

It was the turning point for me.



The Maid - Chapter VIII

Nervous that our relationship may become obvious, Tiyar and I had met

secretly two evenings later. She came to my office, dressed in a long

dark overcoat which looked suspiciously like one of my wife's. The

meeting between us had been planned, and I had scheduled my

appointments accordingly - we intended to discuss my future plans. I

wanted her ear, the one that had sympathetically listened to

everything I had to say earlier.

My secretary had been notified that I was expecting someone and let Ti

in immediately. "Hello." I looked up just as my maid closed the door

behind her and I could hear the click of the lock.

"Hi Ti, I'm glad you could come..." I stopped when Ti unbuttoned her

overcoat and let it drop to the ground. All she wore was black high

heels.

She stood there looking at me, waiting. The young woman looked

delicious and very desirable. I had to admit that she had a very

attractive body, one that any teenage girl would be envious of.

Several short minutes went by as I studied her intimately, and she

gave every indication that that was exactly what she wanted. "I want

to leave my wife." I said it simply, but there was no reaction from

Ti at all. "And I would like you come with me?"

This time I received a reaction. She slowly and leisurely walked

towards me, her long brown smooth legs moving as if in slow motion.

Ti was coming over to my side of the desk. I watched, my excitement

climbing, as she stood next to my chair and I turned to face her. She

smiled for the first time since coming in the room, then spoke. "I

love coming with you!" She emphasized "coming" so strongly that I

knew she had switched the subject. Her voice was low and raspy, and

very sexy. Ti quickly descended to her knees before me, her eyes

never leaving my own. I could feel her nimble fingers upon my zipper,

quickly opening it.

"I don't think you should leave. It is your house." With that, she

lowered her face and opened her mouth. She swallowed my cock almost

whole. The words I was going to say left my thoughts, as my head and

heart were focused upon the wonderful attention my cock was receiving.

Ti was moving her head steadily up and down my shaft, her eyes had

closed as she concentrated. I could see that her cheeks were sunken

in, and her throat bulged whenever she deep throated my cock on every

down thrust. My maid certainly knew how to suck cock.

This pleasure didn't last very long, for just as I was beginning to

thrust upwards into her descending mouth, and my pleasure growing to

grand measures, she pulled her face off me. Without opening her eyes,

she quickly stood and bent over the edge of my desk. It was a large

wooden desk and could easily hold our combined weights, though with

her round buttocks raised high, and her back arched downwards, I knew

exactly what I wanted.

My cock stood up at an angle and didn't even shake as I stood. I

could hear Ti's whispered words just as I was about to aim my sex

machine into her, "God...I need you inside me...hurry!" With that I

was merciless and didn't care if she was prepared for my thrust or

not. I pounded into her like a spear into a prey. Ti let out a groan

of delight that I suspected escaped my office - my secretary must have

heard.

I grasped the pony tail and pulled it back, causing the pretty young
woman to arch her back even more as well as lift her face far up into

the air. I began to rapidly slam in and out of the wet warm confines

that my cock had discovered. She was speaking in time to her body

getting slammed, "I...want to...stay with...you...forever!

Fuck...me..." And I barely noticed, but the words did register as she

said, "I love you!", over and over.

It was the second time I had entered her wonderful vagina, and like

the first, I found it heavenly and didn't have any intention of

leaving. I wanted to flood her insides with my boiling sperm. She in

turn was practically begging for the same. Yet I remembered her words

the first time we had fucked and pulled out from her cunt, extracting

a loud moan of displaced pleasure.

"Come here and suck my cock Ti." I sat back down and she quickly

retired to her kneeling spot before me.

First she licked me, daintily enjoying her own flavour and juices on

my hard organ. When I was clean, she looked into my eyes, with what I

can only describe as lustful love then said, "I will go anywhere you

want, do anything you want, but I don't think you should leave your

house." I watched her take a lick at the pre-come from the head of my

dick and then savour it. "You never did anything wrong, I think you

should stay and she should leave." Ti said "she" so venomously that

there was no doubt what her own feelings were about my wife. "She

will not argue if you can prove she is screwing her own son." I

shivered in disgust, just as my maid again swallowed my cock. I knew

she was right. I was not the one having an incestuous affair in our

home, nor should I leave the house I worked hard to buy. Linda should

be the one to leave, the one to suffer. All I needed was proof.

My orgasm was not long in coming, as my cock twitched inside Ti's

mouth. She sucked even harder as she attempted to extract the juices

of our joining.



The Maid - Chapter IX

I soon purchased an auto focus, auto forward, quiet camera. My plans

disgusted me, yet I knew them to be important if I wanted to keep

everything that I ever worked for. Ti was again the maid, our actions

were innocent and nothing could be taken out of context, meaning I

didn't attempt to fuck her again, yet almost daily I received a sexy

phone call from Ti, her husky voice sexier talking with me. She also

agreed to help me.

After a week of waiting and watching Ti and I were only able to get a

few pictures. Linda, my wife, was sun bathing as she usually does on

a hot sunny day, and my son was rubbing lotion upon her skin.

Innocent enough, except the photo action suggested more when my son

bent forward and kissed my wife's near-naked buttock. Then in a later

photo, while she was upon her back, he again bent forward to give her

a kiss, this time on her round covered breast. The best picture was

seconds later when his teeth were playfully pulling her nipple and

bikini top several inches upwards from her chest, while Linda had a

huge playful grin on her face.

They were certainly suspect, but as Ti said, the photos were not

enough to prove incest. I agreed, then made better plans to capture

the affair between my wife and son. Firstly, I attempted to be around

my son very much for the next few days, assuming that his own sex

drive would be the downfall of my wife. Then I "disappeared" for a

whole day, making sure everyone in the house knew it. My daughter was

to be away at a friend's house, and Ti had the day off. The plan

worked perfectly when I watched my son's school, and saw that he left

only moments after I dropped him off. Obviously, I was hidden and he

hadn't any intention of going to classes that day. In fact, my son

rushed home to "mommy".

I was angry, hurt, and more than a little disgusted when I walked

around my house and saw that my wife and son were heatedly kissing in

the backyard. Silently I holed up in the shed, a perfect hiding spot

since, it had a dusty cracked window that overlooked my yard. My

camera clicked a few times until I held back for the "perfect"

pictures to present themselves. I couldn't hear my two family members

as they necked upon the sturdy lawn chair, for which I was almost

thankful.

My son's hands were all over my wife; her breasts and buttocks, her

long strong legs, even the fabric covering her crotch was pressed up

almost inside her. She, on the other hand, already had his young cock

out and was squeezing it continuously. They were laughing and

giggling between wet kisses. Tongues slid in and out of the other's

mouths, and even over necks and into ears.

My heart was beating furiously as I took a few more shots of this

spectacle of my marriage. I didn't have long to wait - obviously both

were in a passionate mood since they hadn't even disrobed before Linda

pushed our son onto his back and mounted his raised staff. I could

see very clearly through the camera lens as she pulled aside the

crotch of her bikini panties and with the other guide my son's rigid

prick into her. My wife was almost a demon, as her body bounced

violently above the lad, her buttocks jiggling deliciously as I had

often seen over the years. Her breasts were pulled from behind her

swimsuit and a mouth was pressed against the dark round nipple. What

a picture that gave me! I snapped away.

I missed the moment when my son must have orgasmed inside his mother,

as I was frantically reloading the camera, but I could see that he was

exhausted while Linda was giving him more tender attention. I waited.

To cool off after the short violent fuck session in the sun (Linda

loved the sun), the two of them entered my pool. They splashed and

played, as if they were young kids, for a short while until Linda

locked the young man with her legs and arms. I had played with her

several times over the years and I knew that she was not satisfied

yet, and only one orgasm would temper her excitement. It wasn't over

yet.

Quickly, Linda pulled the boy from the water and into the house.

Before they reached the bedroom, he pulled his mother down to the

floor and promptly shoved his prick into her ready hole. I shot a few

more pictures from a close window as his backside jack hammered again

and again between Linda's spread legs. This time I could see that my

wife was achieving the orgasm that she had desired so strongly. She

lay sweaty and tired beneath her son, while he pulled his dripping

member from her and placed it between her large round white breasts.

This gave me several more pictures as I watched him fuck Linda's

chest, until his white seed shot upon her upper chest and even into

her mouth and chin.

I figured that I had more than enough, and I felt like throwing up,

yet when I was about to turn about and leave the way I came I noticed

my son's hand sneak down to Linda's buttocks. The power of youth was

already at work raising my son's prick, while his fingers played with

the round tempting ass of my wife. At that moment, I wished I could

hear what was going on as they discussed something. It seemed to be

decided, Linda lay in the middle of the tile floor and rolled to her

side bringing her knees up to her chest. My son knelt behind her and

aimed his cock; not into her well-used vagina, but into her anus. It

was slow going, but her waterfall of juices had lubricated her

backside enough for our son to enter her. I could see her face and

saw that she was not enjoying this episode as much as the previous

two, yet she looked determined to fulfil her son's desires.

I almost forgot to click away with the camera as my boy began to

slowly fuck his mother's ass hole. We have never had anal sex, as it

was something she had always considered "dirty", and "disgusting", but

here before me she was giving our son a gift I had never been

privileged to get. I was mad, more so than disgusted, and was finally

resolved to do the things I had considered.

It was time for a divorce.

I snuck away with my evidence.



The Maid - Chapter X

I was so angry I was not even able to approach my wife with the

separation papers, nor with the accumulated evidence I had taken. My

lawyer was one of the best civil litigator in the city, and he was the

one that confronted Linda. If I had sat across from her, looking deep

into those large round eyes, as I passed the pictures, I may have lost

control, and thus the advantage I had with the courts would have been

gone.

Her options were extremely limited; she had to leave the house by the

time I returned home, she could take nothing, nor could she contact me

in any way. She would be given an adequate living allowance, and the

kids had a choice of whom they wished to live with, and finally, if

she contested any of my wishes the photos of her incestuous affair

would be revealed in court and she would get nothing. My lawyer

phoned me later in the afternoon and told me the deed was done - she

had gone. Moments later, Ti also phoned and told me the same. The

only thing that was left up in the air was the kids.

My son made the decision to live with his mother, not knowing why we

had separated, as I had predicted. My daughter, on the other hand,

sounded determined to stay with me in my house. I agreed with the

children and assured them that our separation had nothing to do with

them, and I still loved them. The boy left the house that weekend.

It was quiet. The house seemed to echo with my movements. At first I

was extremely depressed and lonely, almost ready to forgive Linda of

her indiscretions. Two things got me through the next few months: my

daughter's love and Tiyar.

Without any spoken word, Ti took on the role of the woman of the

house. And I was surprised that my daughter didn't reject this

proposal but followed the young woman's directions completely. The

maid still did the work she had been originally assigned, but she also

took care of me and my daughter. Our private relationship, during

this time, was blossoming. Ti withheld nothing from my bed, her

brown-skinned body taking everything I gave it. She was the perfect

lover. As my appetites rose, Ti had less time for her domestic duties

and I allowed her to hire another maid, just to help out. She still

had her own room, but she rarely slept in it. I did attempt to hide

my affair with the maid from my daughter, but it was obvious that my

secret was impossible to hide. My "little" girl even caught me

leaving my bedroom with nothing but a towel about my waist, and beyond

me into the room, the sweaty maid lay naked. I smiled shyly while she

giggled girl-like then quickly disappeared before I had a chance to

talk with her.

My experience with other women was limited since I had been faithfully

married for a long time to the same woman, and I was not prepared for

the demands by Ti upon me. For one, my separated wife's clothes were

now commonly worn my the maid, at least the clothes that fit. It was

just a little unsettling to see a young, slight woman dressed in the

same clothes of the woman that had broken my heart. I spoke to Ti

about my feelings and she verbally pounced upon me accusing me of

still "loving that bitch" whom had "fucked her own son"! I gave in,

and she calmed down after a day, the first time since my wife's

departure that I slept alone. I never spoke of it again. Another

thing I noticed was that Ti was very possessive. She wanted me to get

a new secretary for my office, as the current one "had that look in

her eye", a look that seemed to anger my maid. I replaced her, and Ti

made a trip to the office to look her over, and as my "reward" she

again wore nothing under her long jacket except heels.

Yet her seductive body and hungry desire caused me to forget these

episodes and only think about fucking her. something she would only

withhold if I angered her in some way.

Almost to the day that my wife left the house, the divorce came

through and I received the forms with all the signatures upon it.

During all that time I had not spoken nor seen my now ex-wife. Ti

would not allow that. A week later, Tiyar and I were married in a

private ceremony that only my daughter attended.



The Maid - Chapter XI

As you can tell, things were moving very rapidly in my private life.

My marriage to Tiyar ended the wonderful affair we had enjoyed since

that first time I had viewed down her blouse and thought my first

lustful fantasy about her. The marriage also ended the daily love

sessions me and my maid used to enjoy. I still lusted after her, but

she changed after the marriage. My first clue was the first night of

the honeymoon in Paris, as I reached for her as I have done so many

times before. She didn't stop me, but Ti just lay below me like a

dead fish. After that things only got worse. I had sex with my

pretty new wife four times on the honeymoon and every time she lay

almost comatose below me. When I confronted her with it, she again

became angry and shouted at me for being "less than a man", and that

my "dick could never satisfy" her.

So I sleep alone these days. My sex life is nonexistent, and my love

is withering away. It soon became apparent that over the last year, I

had followed my dick's advice and fell for a woman solely on her love

making skills and not any real emotional attachment beyond that. I

felt the fool. I had two affairs in half that many months; with a

clerk at my office, and then with a fellow colleague. They were

quick, dirty, and hot affairs that left me feeling dirty but sexually

relieved.

The house was run like boot camp; we now had three maids who handled

everything about the house. And my dear wife had ensured they were

all ugly or old. She openly sneered at me, or told me to "fuck off"

if I attempted any affection towards her. It was a miserable time.

And I planned to leave her, my mind made up that I had made a fateful

mistake.

That was when the final episode to my tale begins.

I lay upon my bed, sweaty and tired in the heat of the August night.

My sleep was fitful and sporadic at best. Yet a dream appeared at my

door; my daughter stood in the shadows with a strange look upon her

face, her body clothed in her usual nighttime attire, a huge

tee-shirt.

I was about speak up to her when she took two steps into my room then

reached, with both hands, to the bottom of her shirt, promptly lifting

it up over her head. She didn't miss a stride as she came towards me.

Her naked body had matured over the last year and looked amazingly

like a younger version of her mother's, the tanned skin bronzed and

shiny in the moonlight. My heart beat fast, and my body was frozen as

I simply watched her climb up upon my bed. No words were needed - my

lust was fuelled by my loveless marriage, and my early fantasies about

my own daughter.

The youth reached for and pulled down my shorts Again I never helped

her nor did I stop her, until I was naked upon my bed. My breathing

became laboured as my "little" girl bent over and took my rock-hard

penis into her mouth. She wasn't experienced enough to fully utilize

this oral stimulation to its fullest, but again, I didn't mind in the

least and didn't speak a word. Her small thin body rotated, with my

dick still in her wet mouth, until her thighs straddled my head. I

looked up directly into her youthful sparsely haired sex. My darling

lowered herself upon my face, my mouth opening to inhale her flower.

She was extremely wet, and tasted better than anything that I ever

remember tasting. The rhythm of our oral love was in perfect sync as

her face bounced up and down her father's dick and my tongue

alternated from fucking her tight little sex hole to manipulating her

clitoris.

Very quickly she was moaning and wiggling about. I had to hold upon

her strong buttocks to keep them from lifting from my face. I was in

nirvana, heaven. It was a fantasy, and a dream. Fuelled by my desire

and by my impure lust for my daughter. I never thought of what I was

actually doing, nor did I care at that moment.

I could feel the ripples as her body spasmed in orgasm; it was only

brief moments since she mounted me, and my tongue inside her measured

the intensity of her sexual reactions. I was surprised that her

vitality enabled her to collect herself in only moments after coming

on "daddy's" face, and she rotated upon me until we were face to face.

I could feel my stiff dick between her smooth warm sweaty thighs, a

place my face had occupied only seconds before. She slid her tongue

between my lips and I sucked it passionately, even as my hands moved

her torso about until I felt the head of my penis enter her womanly

region. It was she that forced herself down upon me, using her weight

as she held herself up upon her elbows, our lips and tongues still

busy.

The moment was unforgettable, a dream that will never die. I fucked

my daughter for the first time, her virginity taken by me in one quick

thrust by both of us. This time, when she was seated after the

violent down thrust of her body upon mine, she shouted out, "Fuck!"

It was the first and only word she would speak that evening, as I

lifted her hips with my hands before strongly pulling her back to me.

I fucked her almost like an animal, certainly not in a gentle romantic

sense my virgin daughter was deserving of. Both of us were moaning

loudly and even grunting sporadically as our bodies slapped together.

The fantasy of my actions, and my lack of sex, caused my orgasm to be

explosive and quick. I came in great volumes, obviously filling up

the tight confines of the tightest cunt I have ever been in, a cunt
that had no name, as I lost all conscious thought and control. I just

shot and shot until my exhaustion caused me to pass out into a deep

slumber.



The Maid - Chapter XII

It was only the next day when I sat down to breakfast, wondering if

the episode last night was only a dream. So distracted was I that I

didn't even notice that the three of us were alone in my large house,

and that Tiyar had made breakfast, something she had not done since

our wedding day. I continuously looked into my daughter's face for

some clue, to see if my memories were true. Yet she never even looked

up from her plate; she ate in silence.

When I finally looked down, my stomach growling for nutrition, I saw

them.

A pile of pictures lay upon my seating. The top one was a close-up of

my face and my daughter's, our lips pressed together and glimpses of

our tongues obvious, as was the saliva and sweat. I felt the blood

drain from my body; my heart stopped. It was true, everything that

happened last night was true. But the wonderful memories and the

fantasy was corrupted by these photos, obviously taken with

low-intensity light film. I almost threw up right there, my empty

stomach churning the bile about.

I slowly looked up, directly into Tiyar's smiling face. She was the

one who had taken the photos, she was the one that had seduced me into

divorcing my ex-wife and then marrying her, she was the one that

coldly stood before me. "Why?"

"I want you to leave this house. And I want a divorce." It was a

question, but a simple statement. She was using the same strategy

upon me as I had done to Linda. And my guilt was in the photos, my

incestuous relationship enough to convince anyone of my guilt. For

the first time I knew what my ex-wife had felt after being confronted

with the evidence. "My lawyer has the negatives and duplicate

pictures, so you can keep those." She actually smiled.

I turned to my daughter, wondering her part in this. Has she been

duped as I had? "Dear...?"

"I'm sorry, daddy." She had tears running down her cheeks, but she

still could not look at me. So she had been an accomplice.

"Yes, she helped me. In fact, she will do anything I ask!" She

giggled slightly. "Darling take your clothes off and come here."

Silence as I watched my daughter stand without hesitation and pull off

her shorts and tee-shirt. That naked body from my memories stood

beyond my reach, and knelt before Ti. It was a nightmare as my wife
looked into my astonished eyes as her stepdaughter lifted the front of

the skirt and pressed her face into the crotchless panties beneath.

Ti's hand held the head against her sex, the mouth obviously busy upon

the clitoris that I had often manipulated. "See? She is a good girl,

who will do anything I want." She lifted a long brown leg up onto a

chair, so my view of my daughter's face was clearer. "You will give

me everything, your money, this house, your cars."

She was right, I could not fight this. I would have to start over,

begin afresh as I had done so many years ago after getting out of

University. But then I had Linda to give me moral support.

"I will leave you but one thing." I didn't say a word, but was

surprised that see would give me anything. She was in a position that

she didn't need to. "Something that I used and no longer need." The

sound of my daughter's tongue loud as she slurped and sucked upon my

wife's cunt.

With the hand that held the back of my daughter's head, Tiyar turned

it into a claw and pulled the dripping face from her sex, the mouth

still open. "You can have your slut of a daughter. I don't need her

any longer!" She threw my darling to the floor before me. I reached

out and lifted my naked daughter to my lap. "You two have until four

o'clock to leave this house." She spun about and left us in the

kitchen.

My daughter was crying uncontrollably, and I realized she had been

used just as I had been. I could not fault her for something that I

had also fallen for. And I was just as guilty - I didn't have to

succumb to the beauty of my little girl the night before, nor did I

ever have to allow myself to be seduced by the evil woman whom had

been my maid. I wondered what she had done to manipulate my ex-wife

and son into bed. I no longer thought it was a coincidence.

"Come dear, lets get ready to leave." She allowed herself to be

placed back upon the ground standing up. We left the room to pack.

Tiyar, the maid, had won!

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