Damn it Layla

Author's Note: This chapter delves into the watersports theme and once more I've marked a line where it starts. For those of you who appreciate this kink with your incest material, enjoy!

"Damn it, Layla!" I cursed to myself, standing in front of her car, staring at the latest furry woodland creature that was stuck in the lower grille. It wasn't really her fault as her late nights at the restaurant meant that she was driving home in the dark around the same time as the animals were out foraging. But it still meant that good old dad was left to peel out the remains.

I had just returned from the office where I had used the Sunday peace and quiet there to catch up on some paperwork for another acquisition that our firm was working on. But by early afternoon I was tired of looking at numbers and just wanted to relax.

I cursed again as I started to shoe-horn whatever was left of the chipmunk or squirrel that had lodged itself in the grille, dumping the remains in a garbage bag before heading into the house.

Coming into the kitchen I noticed that Layla and Staci were sitting out on the patio, sipping drinks in the afternoon sun. The window was open slightly and I could hear the girls talking and laughing just a few feet away, unaware of my presence.

"Wow Stace I can't believe your dad said all of those things!" Layla wondered in disbelief at what had happened to her friend the previous Friday.

"Yeah, I can't believe it either. I mean we haven't had the greatest of relationships lately but he really crossed a line." Staci agreed, settling back into her chair.

It was a warm spring afternoon so both girls were wearing shorts and tank tops as they worked on their tans, the light gleaming off their sunglasses meaning they couldn't see me in the shadows.

"No shit he crossed a line. I don't know how I'd react if my dad ever said those things to me. I'm so sorry Stace." Layla offered, rubbing her hand across her friend's arm.

"Meh. To tell you the truth I'm kind of over it." Staci confirmed, smiling as if to let my daughter know she was alright. "I mean I do miss being able to talk to Mickey without sneaking around but after what happened I'm just glad to be out of that shit storm. Plus I really love living here!"

"I love it that you're here too Stace, you're like the big sister I never had!" Layla chirped happily, wrapping her arms around Staci's neck while pulling her into a deep, meaningful kiss.

"You're just saying that because I lick your pussy." Staci purred, breaking off the kiss, a huge grin on her face.

"Is it working?"

"You know I get horny just thinking about it Lays...I just wish we didn't have to hide it from your dad." Staci sighed, "I mean my family's one thing, but your dad, he seems like he'd be pretty cool about it."

"You're right he probably wouldn't care," Layla paused, deep in thought, "It's just things with him and my mom aren't the greatest right now so I don't want to add to it."

"But we'll tell him eventually, right?"

"Yes Stace, we'll tell him." Layly confirmed, taking another sip from her drink.

As weird as it sounded, I actually loved how close the two girls were, the way that they seemed to care for each other so deeply and would not let anything come between them.

"So are you going to tell me more about this prince charming that came to your rescue?" Layla questioned, slowly stirring her drink.

"Why should I?" Staci teased, "You like to keep secrets from me for some reason, so I can too!"

"That's fine. I'll get it out of you eventually." Layla professed cooly, taking another sip of her drink. Things went silent for a while as the girls enjoyed the warm spring breeze that shifted through the yard, their bodies beginning to glisten with a sheen of sweat from the bright sunlight that painted their skin.

"Okay fine!" Staci finally broke the silence as a smile swept across my daughter's lips. My stomach dropped for a moment as I knew Staci had a flair for the dramatic and I feared that she was about to spill everything.

"So after my dad took off, I was just sitting there crying." The young woman started while I listened intently. "All of a sudden there's this older guy sitting next to me. Don't know where he came from but he put his arm around me and gave me the biggest side hug. At first, I didn't know how to react but it just felt so nice that someone cared."

I sighed when it began to sound like she was embellishing her story a little. As much as I wanted my daughter to know that I was now fucking her BFF I wanted to be there to gauge and respond to the reaction, whatever it was.

"It was so comforting Lays. He reminded me a lot of your dad in how cool he was with a lot of things. We talked for the longest time and I found myself drawn to him in more ways than one. When he invited me back to his place..."

"His place? And you went with him? Alone? Are you crazy?" Layla interrogated, her tone motherly and serious.

"I know, I know, but there was something about him. Something that I can't explain but it was like I had known him for years. Like he really seemed to care." Staci pleaded, trying to convince her friend.

"Most guys do when they're horny." Layla sighed, her tone thick with skepticism. "Anyway, then what happened?"

"So we're sitting on his sofa and he starts rubbing my feet. It was innocent enough and I was really enjoying it, kind of like the foot massages that your dad gives." Staci looked away and I knew she regretted saying the last part.

"My dad's given you a foot massage?" Layla pounced on the comment.

"No silly, I just remember you telling me about them." The blue haired girl recovered quickly. "Then...you know...once thing led to another...but Layla it wasn't like how it is with the boys our age. I mean this guy really knew what buttons to push and when to push them. He took his time with me and it made me so fucking wet. Oh and the way he ate my pussy..."

"Better than me?" Layla broke in sarcastically.

"No, don't worry your tongue is something else." Staci assured, watching a bright smile return to my daughter's face before continuing, "It started off so loving and caring and...then it turned raw. Like he hadn't had sex in months. I mean when he grabbed my throat and started pounding me, I was a fucking mess."

"Wow Stace, that does sound hot!" Layla chimed, hypnotized by the story. "So what did he look like?"

"Well like I say he was older, like forty. I dunno, is that old?" Staci questioned out loud. "Anyway, he was tall, a little bit of muscle but more of a dad bod. He had a little bit of a salt and pepper look, but his eyes Lays, sparkling green eyes. Felt like he was staring into my soul when he looked at me.

"You just basically just described my dad." My daughter shot back dryly.

"No I didn't!" Staci shrieked almost too defensively.

"It's okay Stace, lots of guys look like my dad." My daughter giggled. "But he does sound a lot like my man."

"I wouldn't know. You never tell me about him." Staci pouted, "It's like you think I won't approve or something."

"No, it's not it at all Stace...I mean...it's...complicated." Layla stumbled as she searched for her words. "But I know I love him and I'm pretty sure he feels the same about me. Ah fuck here let me show you!"

With that Layla got up from her chair and turned around. Bending forward slightly she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her shorts and slowly pulled them down. Staci's eyes grew wide as Layla's bruised ass cheeks came into view.

"Holy fuck!" Staci sat back, stunned for a moment. "Doesn't that hurt?"

"A little, but I wanted it to hurt." Layla assured. Almost instinctively Staci started running her hands over my daughter's bruised ass, her fingers tracing each line and crease curiously.

"You wanted him to give you bruises?" The blue haired girl asked.

"It's more than that Stace. I wanted to...feel them."

"So essentially you let him beat you with your permission."

"No, it's more than that. It's not like he's just beating me...it's like the pain turns me on that much more and this man lets me explore that side of things, with limits." Layla assured as her friend continued to massage her bruised skin.

"Looks like you have some pretty big limits. But hey if that's what gets you off, I'm not going to argue. Just don't ask me to do that to you." Staci giggled, her eyes still fixated on my daughter's violet-colored ass.

"I would never ask you to..." Layla paused, gathering her thoughts for a moment before continuing. "But this guy, he is so kind and caring except when I want him to be a little meaner. Then he makes sure that I'm getting exactly what I want. It's weird, but I wouldn't want it any other way."

"Not any weirder than my pee thing so who the fuck am I to judge? Actually, I think it's kind of hot."

"Really?" My daughter chirped, almost in disbelief.

"Really. Turn around, I want to help with the recovery." Staci calmed, grabbing my daughter's waist as Layla complied, spinning around until her ass was level with the blue haired girls' face.

With that Staci pulled my daughter's shorts and panties the rest of the way down and began to plant soft, wet kisses over Layla's ass cheeks, tracing her tongue piercing along the still-swollen ridges of each mark left by the strap.

"Mmmm...you can kiss my ass anytime..." Layla purred softly while her friend worshipped her bruised backside, the sunlight gleaming off the saliva. Staci continued to plant soft kisses and licks, loving my daughter's ass like it was her last meal. It was so hot to watch from my vantage point and I made sure I didn't make a sound so as not to spoil the moment.

"Like you have a choice..." Staci soothed, her tongue now painting Layla's ass while my daughter moaned her approval, swaying her hips back and forth so her friend could cover more of it.

The scene played out for a while as both girls really got into it. I was just happy that the yard was completely circled by a seven-foot-high fence, allowing the two to play out their perverted interlude uninterrupted.

Moving over to one of the lounge chairs Staci laid herself down flat and guided Layla so that her legs straddled either side of her head. My daughter took the hint and lowered her pussy down until it made contact with her friend's tongue.

"Oh fuck!" Layla gasped, her legs momentarily unsteady as Staci lips clamped around her tender bud before she drove her tongue against it, making my daughter jump slightly with another moan.

"Mmmm, fuck you taste so good Lays..." Staci sighed, momentarily removing her lips from my daughter's clit, glistening with girl juice. It only seemed to encourage her as she went right back at it, dragging her tongue along Layla's pussy.

By now the two were oblivious to anything other than Layla's building orgasm. I had to admire how Staci took her time, dipping her tongue into my daughter's sweet folds, savouring the taste before sucking her clit between those pink lips.

"Shhhhiiittt Stace your tongue...is...so..." My daughter hissed in appreciation, hips rocking back and forth on her friend's face, essentially fucking her tongue. My cock was at full attention and aching for release watching the two girls just feet away from my lusting eyes, still oblivious to my presence.

Staci's cheeks were now coated in my daughter's juices as Layla picked up the pace, grinding her pussy mound onto her friend's exploring tongue even harder. I could tell that my daughter was getting close to a wonderful climax when she threw her head back suddenly, her long blonde mane flying out in all directions.

"Fuck yes, eat my pussy!" Layla demanded, pinching her nipples which she had now freed from the confines of her top. Staci could only moan her agreement beneath my daughter's sweet cunt while she rocked back and forth on her friend's face, soaking her to the point it was dripping into her blue hair.

Grabbing Layla by the hips Staci moved her forward just enough so that her tongue could work over the blonde's spoked rear star, which seemed to drive her deeper into a lustful frenzy.

"Feels so good in my asssss..." My daughter encouraged, grinding her cheeks further down onto her friend's trapped face. She then bent forward a little more, reaching back to spread her creamy white cheeks.

"Mmmm such a tight little hole." Staci purred, taking her time to tease my daughter's sweaty ass, flicking her tongue in and out of the blonde's growing gape.

Then as if it couldn't get any hotter Staci worked first one, then two fingers into my daughter's gripping little star, pistoning them in and out which made the girl squeal in surprise.

"Fuck me yesssss!" Layla cooed, the new sensations making her body shudder and I was surprised that she was still able to stand. It was so erotic watching my hot little blonde princess get her pussy eaten out by her best friend, like a porn video coming to life right before my eyes.

Keeping her fingers entrenched in the blonde's ass Staci slid further between Layla's legs. Locking onto her dripping snatch, she proceeded to lap at the juices that were now flowing freely, occasionally worming her tongue further into my daughter's pussy hole.

"Shit yesssss!" Layla panted, grabbing a handful of Staci's blue hair to steady herself while she ground her pussy across her friend's tongue ring, the sweet groans of her pleasure echoing through the backyard.

Staci then added a third finger inside my daughter's asshole, recklessly fucking her brown star as she suddenly closed her lips over Layla's clit, which sent the blonde into orgasmic overload.

"Fuck you're making me cummmmm!" Layla howled as her orgasm surged through her body, showering Staci with her first stream of squirt. It stunned the blue haired girl momentarily but she kept working her mouth over my daughter's dripping cunt, her legs shaking as another stream erupted from Layla's spasming pussy.

This time Staci opened her mouth, taking my daughter's sweet stream down her throat while the spurts of girl juice continued, painting Staci's lips and cheeks, running down her neck.

Hearing my daughter's climactic moans sent me over the edge as I started shooting thick ropes of cum against the cabinet, weirdly thinking it was a good thing they were painted white already. It was also a good thing that the two girls were making a ton of noise outside as I moaned loudly through my climax.

I kept my eyes on the girls the whole time as Layla turned around and kissed Staci deeply before lapping up some of the juices that dribbled down her friend's lips and cheeks. Exhausted they both laid back on the recliner, chests heaving in testament to the workout.

"Holy fuck Lays I didn't know you could squirt!" Staci squealed happily, almost in disbelief.

"Only...when...you play with...my ass..." Layla confirmed between breaths, still lost in post orgasmic bliss.

"You're welcome!" Staci responded proudly, wrapping her arms around Layla's body as she the two started making out passionately once more, pausing only to look lovingly into each other's eyes. "So, tell me again about you being a pain slut?"

"It's awesome." Layla cooed, eyes half closed. "Especially when you love and trust the man who is doing it to you."

"Tell me about it! I feel like I've known this guy for my entire life."

"Then go for it Stace. Do what makes you happy!" Layla sang, her voice full of encouragement. I had to laugh a little at the comment. In a weird way they both were definitely doing something that made them happy...me.

Apparently, I was so lost in my pride moment that I forgot about the mess I had made on the floor but my foot found it, my leg shooting out from underneath me as I came crashing down with a thud. I quickly recovered, jumping to my feet before the girls came to my rescue.

"Lay-la!" I bellowed, trying to recover as by now my cover was blown. As I made my way through the kitchen, I could see my daughter hastily pulling her shorts back up her legs while Staci straightened her own squirt-soaked shorts as best she could. Opening the patio door I was greeted by two smiling, albeit guilty looking faces staring back at me.

"How was work daddy?" The girls chimed in unison.

"It was good. Got caught up on some paperwork." I replied, looking at the two girls suspiciously. "Layla what the hell did you hit with your car last night?"

"Oh yeah...about that." Layla replied sheepishly, looking down at the ground.

"It's okay, just be careful on those back roads. Next time it may not be a squirrel. Or chipmunk. Or whatever that was." I warned, although I wasn't exactly pissed at all. I mean how could I be after watching the private show I had just witnessed.

"What are you two up to?"

"Just talking daddy." Layla smirked, looking over at her friend.

"Yeah, you know, about the men in our lives." Staci chimed, flashing me a knowing wink before reclining back in the lounger. Whether by accident or on purpose the way Staci sat there, feet spread apart and knees bent upwards slightly allowed me to see the dark stained patch of material between her legs.

"Must be quite the conversation." I noted, trying not to stare too long at the damp patch between Staci's legs. I quickly averted my eyes to her face but the sly grin she shot back at me let me know I'd been caught. Then it hit me that I had interrupted the two before Layla had a chance to return the favor to her friend, which probably meant that Staci was horny to the point of feral.

"Um, don't you have to work tonight, Layla?" I remarked, changing the subject. "It's almost four o'clock."

"Shit yes I have to go get ready!" Layla jumped, turning to give Staci a quick peck on the cheek.

"Raincheck?" My daughter giggled to her friend, thinking it was an inside secret.

"Love you daddy." The blonde smiled, giving me a warm hug before running into the house, her firm ass bouncing back at us.

"She sure does have a nice ass." Staci sighed as we both watched the blonde disappear into the house.

"If you say so...but as her father you know I can't say shit like that." I droned, trying to sound serious

"She so does..." The blue haired girl affirmed dreamily.

Pretending I didn't hear her last comment I decided to head back into the house before my perverted mind got me busted.

Not one to take a hint Staci followed me inside like a lost puppy, pulling up a chair at the table beside me while I scrolled through my phone, trying to ignore her as best as I could. What I really wanted to do was thrown her down on top of the table and eat her sopping wet pussy until she screamed my name. But instead we both sat there in awkward silence for quite a while before she spoke.

"I'm horny daddy." Staci sighed, running her fingernails along my arm.

"No shit." I thought. "I would be too if I had my tongue in my daughter's sweet little pussy for the last half hour."

"That's nice." I returned flatly, pretending to concentrate on my phone.

"Wanna do something about it?" She purred, rising from her chair, slinking over towards me like a hungry lion stalking its prey. I felt a little trapped as she swung her leg over me, wrapping her arms around my neck as she sat down on my lap. Without warning she mashed her lips against mine, pulling my head closer as we kissed, our tongues meeting momentarily before I caught myself.

"Layla's still home!" I scolded harshly, pushing her away.

"Yeah, but that's what makes it fun!" Staci breathed, her bright blue eyes filled with unmistakable lust. The girl was just about to come back in for another kiss when we heard Layla coming down the stairs. I tried to push her off me before my daughter appeared but it was too late.

"Heading out guys, see you later!" Layla chimed, grabbing her purse before heading to the door. "And Stace can you please get off my dad?"