A Daughter’s Coming of Age II: A Family of Freaks

A Daughter’s Coming of Age II: A Family of Freaks

This is part two in the Secrets Unveiled Series that chronicles the deepening debauchery of the Banefield family: Todd, Melanie, and Scarlett. It’s a story of incestuous desires, and what happens when a family loses control. Scarlett, who is 14 years old, has discovered her own sexuality and wants to explore it further. Like her mother, she really has no lines or limits—she’s willing to do just about anything, but, she is nobody’s fool or tool. Though young, she is smart and observant—and enjoys the newfound power she now realizes she has. Also, her father, Todd, is somewhat confused by the “freedom” that his wife, Melanie, and his daughter, Scarlett, obviously enjoy. This part of the story will fill in some of the holes left in Part One, and as a result it will take a little longer to get to the “good stuff,” but I would advise not skipping it since it will provide the motivation for what happens later.

One Week Later: Early September

“Honey, before you get settled, Scarlett just called and she needs you to pick her up from soccer practice.” My wife was standing at the sink with the water running, and she was wrist deep in shrimp as she prepared the scampi for this evening’s meal. She turned to give me that look that said I’m sorry, without saying a word.

“Shit! Isn’t it Bob’s week?” I said, obviously irritated. I dropped my keys and briefcase on the table. I had been really looking forward to a cold amber ale and kicking back before dinner. I loosened my tie and sat my ass on a stool under the kitchen bar as I gazed at Melanie’s curvaceous backside.

“I know, but Bob called to say they’re still waiting on the car at the garage. I’m sorry, I know you’ve probably had a rough day, but hey, look at this way, you’ll get a peek at Michelle—Scarlett’s little friend!” Melanie turned to gauge my reaction. “That’s what I thought,” was all she said before turning her attention back to the shrimp. She could see my eyes light up from across the room.

I grinned, “Oh, you are a shitty devil, aren’t you!” I shook my head in grateful disbelief and sidled up behind her. She had her hair back in a yellow scrunchy, and was wearing a pair of rusty-colored dangling earrings that I had gotten her in Zimbabwe on one of my student recruitment trips. Clad only in a soft yellow tank that was cut short to show off her midriff, I placed my hands on the exposed skin at her sides. The beige-colored linen capris she wore were very thin and I could easily feel the globes of her ass as I pressed my rapidly engorging member into her soft cleft.

Melanie was all things to all people. In town, in managerial meetings, or at Scarlett’s school, she exuded a carefully crafted aura of refinement. She was smart, articulate, and always dressed to the nines in a style that was professional, but still alluring, but she and I both knew that underneath that smooth exterior ran a current of raw, unbridled desire. All it took was the flip of a switch—and of “switches,” she had many! My favorite was the gentle but persistent flick of my middle finger across her unhooded spongy clit—which I believe to be larger than most women’s, Melanie’s clit was the size of the tip of my pinky finger and it seemed to rest in her boat peeking out most days, just waiting to be roused, and it was plenty big enough to get your lips around. So, in all these ways, my lovely Melanie was wonderfully predictable, and I thought, and I wouldn’t have it any other way! I ran my hands up her abdomen and felt the smooth undulation of her soft tummy until I came to her heavy round orbs, soft and full. I cradled both in my hands. As I peered over her shoulder, I could see my hands under her shirt softly caressing her breasts. Melanie’s head fell back on my shoulder. Her eyes were closed, and her lips slightly parted when a moan of deep satisfaction came from somewhere deep inside. It was almost mesmerizing as I watched her descend into this cave of carnality. We were right at the edge, again, one more step and I would licking the dark cleft of her ass right there on the linoleum of the kitchen floor. But, she woke up; the little minx had other plans for me!

Her head was still on my shoulder, but now her soft hazel eyes were open—full of mischief and desire. She looked up at me and said, “Mister, you tryin’ to get in my panties?”

I just laughed and leaned down and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. We both smiled, and knew we’d pick this up later, but a “soon” later!

I wrapped her in my arms encasing her in a soft cocoon of warmth and affection. She loves the feeling of a hug—the protection, the closeness, and, of course, the inevitable thickening of my rod fillling the indentation of her ass crack! She wiggeled her little as if to say hello. She was such a gorgeous woman—a milf of milfs! All my guy friends were constantly agoggle whenever she showed up with me at bar-b-ques, or out at the bars and clubs we went to. Sometimes I even passed my hand in front of their glassy eyes to make fun of their gawking, but she was mine; she always has been, and I relished that undeniable fact. Though, she certainly was not above flaunting her colors whenever the mood suited her. She had always had the attention of the males around her wherever she went. I think it was a kind of game for her—to see how many dicks she could make stand up loud and proud and salute her “fuckability” in one night!

I heard a voice interrupting my reverie, “Honey?”

“Yeah?” I said as my hands slid down to her waist and rested on her hips, not wanting to wake up from the this intoxicating interlude of lust and love.