Seducing Our Teens Chapter 01 – Dirty Incest Roleplay

I was eager to get home. Eager, but I didn’t until I finished up with the paperwork. It was a Friday evening, and like many other Fridays, I stayed back to tie up any loose ends in my company. I work as a paper pusher for a paper manufacturing business. Not glamourous, I know, but it pays for the mortgage and funds my kid’s education.

I raised my arms as high as I could and tried to pull the knot out of my lower back. My eyes went back down to the desk and settled on the photo of my family, which I look at often.

My son, Owen, was nineteen and was studying computer science in university, and my daughter, Paige, was studying to be a graphics designer.

I couldn’t help but smile as I thought of them. Paige in particular. Don’t get me wrong, I’m proud of my son. He was a little withdrawn, which concerned me as a father. At least I wouldn’t have to worry about him going out drinking and catching all sorts of diseases from unscrupulous women. God forbid he gets anyone pregnant. He’s got a good head on his shoulders, so I know he’ll do just fine with his studies. Way I see it, an old fossil like me who hasn’t quite grasped the digital age, he’s not going to have trouble finding a decent job after he graduates. That was going to be awhile yet, so in the meantime, I can keep an eye on him at home.

My baby girl was a whole different kettle of fish altogether. Eighteen, beautiful and a right little social butterfly. She was just as intelligent as her brother, but much more outgoing. A slither of guilt panged through me as I let my thoughts linger a bit too long over Paige. She was definitely a woman now, complete with gracious curves, and her face carried an elfin grace. I supposed I should be grateful that she wasn’t openly dating anyone. I wouldn’t know how to deal with that.

Finally, there’s my wife, the mother of my children, Claire. Christ, how the hell did I land a beauty like her? We’re married twenty years today, and I never felt more blessed. Sure, we had our ups and downs, like any relationship would. But overall, I was in the black with this one. She gave me two amazing kids and was a devoted wife and mother. We met in highschool, and it was a long and arduous courtship, but she chose me amongst all the other suitors she could’ve had. It wasn’t long after our marriage that she became pregnant with Owen.

My cock panged. God, we had so much crazy sex back then. A non-stop, love crazed free-for-all. I was pretty sure I told myself I had enough of sex after the eighth time we did it one day.

But that was what made today special. After twenty long, busy years together. I wanted to give her something special. Maybe if I’m lucky, I’d get some of that sex. Funny how no matter how passionate we were as a young couple, raising a family and having a full-time job to support it does a real number on your libido and energy levels. Most of the time, it was easier to jerk one off, just so I didn’t risk getting an errant boner at work.

I felt a little guilty. Maybe I should’ve finished early, but Claire would’ve insisted on me working like I usually do. After rush hour, I would’ve saved hardly any time, and this way, at least I won’t be behind on my paper work by the time Monday rolled on over.

I said goodnight to Jeff, the janitor, and made it home in half an hour – thank God for quiet evening roads.

I announced myself as I got into my house. We lived in a detached house in the countryside. It was surrounded by farmer’s fields and woodlands and a quarter mile from the main roads, so it was convenient and gave us plenty of privacy. I heard Claire call from the kitchen and I could smell wonderful home cooking in the air. Seeing as it was Friday, I assumed Paige was out. I hoped she wasn’t busy grinding against some random guy in a nightclub, but I shook away such thoughts.

Owen was probably playing on his computer – we got him some outrageously overpriced gaming headphones for Christmas, and he was ecstatic. It was a worthwhile investment, because before then, he was blaring his speakers out a bit too loudly for my tastes.

“Evening, honey,” I said to Claire, giving her a cuddle from behind as she washed the dishes by the kitchen sink. I couldn’t help but lean in and take in the smell of her- perfume mixed in with her own smells that never failed to stir up my need. I gave the nape of her neck a kiss for good measure.

“Evening, go have your food before it gets cold,” she smiled.

We sat around the dinner table and my tummy grumbled. Claire cooked us up a meal of steak, potatoes, and green beans. My doctor told me to avoid eating too much red meat, but I’m sure I can overlook a special day like today. Claire had a plate too in front of her.

“You shouldn’t have waited. If I knew, I would’ve come home earlier.”

“It’s fine. I wanted to have dinner with you.”

I didn’t complain further, and we tucked in. During the meal, we talked about our day and if there’s any gossip. I asked about the kids, and she told me Paige was at her best friend’s place. That meant very little to me, seeing as teenagers would say they’re in one place, and be somewhere else entirely. I made a note to maybe give her a call if she’s not home by midnight. For now, I kept overbearing father in check.

We talked more and laughed over too much red wine. It always astounded me how the years were kind to my wife. Sure, she had some lines on her face, but it just made her look more refined. She stayed trimmed by going to the gym often, and it inspired me to skip the chocolate during lunch break. It was the least I could do if Claire made the effort to stay in shape. The best thing of all, though, was that her breasts enlarged naturally, and they didn’t go down after her pregnancies. If they did, it wasn’t by much. Christ, I thought I was in luck, having a wife with a killer milf body, but it was torment, to be honest. Nothing worse than having a sexy as fuck wife, and a raging boner with no way to relieve it. Sometimes I welcome being too tired and falling asleep. Sometimes.

Before I got too drunk, I pulled a box out of my coat pocket.

“Claire, I got this for you.