Predictably the train was late. The arrivals board said there was a thirty-minute delay, but I knew British Rail well enough not to trust that. I wasn’t going to stand outside on a wet November afternoon, so I crossed the approach road and walked to the posh little Italian coffee shop nearby. I texted Helen and told her to meet me there. I was looking forward to seeing my daughter. This would be the first time since I dro...

Helen knew from the loud, passionate noises behind the bathroom door that her father - as she had planned with Caro - was fucking her best friend. The thought of watching her father screw Caro made Helen wet with anticipation; she'd never seen anyone fucking before, so her excitement must simply be that. Now was her chance, she thought. She grinned, opened the squeaky door, and walked into the bathroom. Her father briefly...

Some years ago, when my daughter Helen was in her second term at university, she arranged for a few friends to come over for a weekend clubbing. One of the girls, Lisa, called to say she would arrive late - considerably after the others were going out - so I arranged to collect her from the station and drop her off in town. At the appointed time, I waited at the station. Lisa's train was on time, and though I'd never met...

A loud bang jolted Helen awake, and the railway carriage shifted, rocking back and forth. The carriage was deserted, with only herself left, which she thought odd even in her drunken state. She looked out and saw they were at Reading. There was more clattering, and the carriage rocked again. It had been a great evening, celebrating the end of an eventful Spring Term; as always, she had drunk far too much, but Caro and Sop...

A taxi crunched up the long gravel drive. I opened the front door to let in my daughter, her current boyfriend, James, and two of my daughter's friends. They were off clubbing in town tonight, but their main reason was to see some band I'd never heard of on Saturday. I grinned to myself. It was also my birthday, and I bet that thought had never crossed my daughter's mind. Not that I cared much; I was way past celebrating...

Caro considered the message from Lisa. We really must play with these soon, it read. A photo showing an assortment of sex toys accompanied the text: dildoes of all shapes and sizes and a similar array of butt plugs. She grinned. Lisa had just done her first porn scene and loved experimenting sexually. Caro decided it would be fun. A few WhatsApp messages later, everything was arranged. Lisa and Sophie would meet them here...

Two weeks after my daughter Helen graduated, her best friend and my long-time fuck-buddy, Caro, called me out of the blue one evening when I was working late at the office. "I showed my little sister Kristy all our sex videos, and now she wants you to fuck her," Caro said without preamble. My dick sprang to attention when I heard Caro's voice. I'd fucked Caro often but seldom on camera and only ever filmed by my daughter,...

Simon waited as the two girls got ready. Both were passionate believers in sexual and gender equality and had decided to attend the Pride march as an angel and a devil, with Helen as the angel. Helen had lectured Simon extensively on the topic. He now realised his old views were outdated and unfit for modern society. It had been sobering to realise that someone less than half his age could completely change his beliefs. F...

I awoke with a start. I was lying on my side with a warm body pressed against my back and an arm draped over my shoulder. Caro must have joined me while I slept. She had been furious last night after we showered, and she sobered up. Angry that we had persuaded her to be fucked in the arse and double-penetrated. So angry she vowed to never fuck me again. I was even banished to the spare room. I smiled, hoping this meant sh...

Helen's emotions were in turmoil. She dreamed she had sneaked into the spare room and Daddy's bed and made him fuck her. It had been vivid. So vivid she felt his massive cock stretching her tight, wet cunt as he entered her. When she awoke from the dream, she was in her own bed, snuggled against Simon, but her father was standing in her bedroom doorway, confusing her further. The dream memory of when her arse had pulsed a...

My brother, David, is not like me. He was faithfully married for many years and deeply in love with his wife, looking after her during her long illness until finally she lost her battle with cancer. David took her death very hard and remained single while he brought up my two nephews, Richard and Ian, who are now grown up. So I was delighted when David called to tell me he was re-marrying. He is a surgeon and met his fian...

It had been a dreadful, lonely year, but Christmas was less than a week away. Thanks to government stupidity and repeated lockdowns, I'd been alone except for a few brief months over the summer, so I looked forward to some company. The stresses of lockdown had been almost unbearable for everyone, so we decided to have a proper family get-together for the first time in many years. Now the latest panicked lockdown had been...