It's Saturday morning, 10 a.m., the day after my jerk off video. Kayla is volunteering for the Church’s Street Mission Project and won’t be home until 5. I'm standing out back of the house, drinking a morning cup of coffee, and trying to summon up the enthusiasm to mow the lawn.

I hear the back door open and close, and then Rosalind comes to stand beside me. I glance at her. She's got a glass of orange juice, and is dressed the same as me, sweat shorts and a t-shirt for the warm summer day.

We’re there in silence until Ros says,

“So you want to see me naked on all fours?”

Damn. “You heard that? I didn’t think I said it out loud.”

“Oh, yes, way out loud.” She sips her OJ. “Like you were begging me.”

I sigh and look out to a shaded spot in the garden. Perhaps I should give up on mowing the lawn; I should just dig myself a grave and crawl into it.

Another minute or two of silence before Ros says.

“You know I'm not a virgin, don’t you?”

I wasn't expecting this as a topic of conversation.

“I didn't know for sure, but you've had boyfriends and stayed over with them. Gone to parties, and not come home for 24 hours.”

Ros has another sip of OJ. We’re still looking at the garden and not at each other.

She sighs and says.

“I’ve had sex with three guys, and fooled around enough with half a dozen others to know that in the video you sent me, your cock looks so much bigger than any I've seen or touched. I don't know if it was the angle or the camera…”

“Or your imagination.”

Ros laughs. “Even I couldn't imagine my dad having a cock that big.”

There's not much I can say in reply to that. Rosalind looks down at the ground. She's nervous.

“I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm cool if you want me naked on all fours in front of you, but only if I can see you naked and hard, just to see if you are as big in the flesh as you looked on screen.”

Now our eyes meet. I'm breathless; I'm glad I've almost finished my coffee, as I would likely have spilt it, my hands are shaking that much.

“I didn't get to sleep until four this morning,” Rosalind says. “I spent the night watching your video and playing with myself. I'm glad my vibrator is USB chargeable, otherwise I think I would have burned through three sets of batteries.”

I’m looking at my daughter like I’ve just met her for the first time. There's a hint of a smile on her face and an invitation in her eyes that makes me want to kiss her.

“Mom is out all day, isn't she?” Ros asks.

“Yes.”

“Do you have any plans?”

“I was thinking about mowing the lawn.”

“That can wait.”

It takes me a moment to understand what she means. “You want to do it now?”

“If we don't do it now, we'll come up with some excuse to never do it. And if you need any further encouragement…”

One hand lifts her t-shirt up enough for me to see the curve of her breasts held in dark blue lace. I drag my eyes up to meet hers. Rosalind is smiling.

“You like this lingerie set.”

“Yes, I do.”

“You’ll get to see the rest if you come upstairs with me.”

I follow her into the house. We leave my mug and her glass on the side. I resist the temptation to stroke Ros’s ass as she leads the way. She's not said anything about touching, only looking, and I don't want to ruin this now.

We end up in the main bedroom, facing each other a couple of paces apart. Rosalind is as nervous as I am, neither of us sure how to make the next move. I take a half step towards her, and then Rosalind is in my arms. We hug, not speaking. I can feel her body against mine. Her breasts are pushing into my lower chest, and her abdomen lies against my cock. I can feel myself getting hard.

Rosalind can feel it too. She moves back a little. Looking down, she reaches out and runs a finger along the outline before asking,

“Can I touch it?”

“Yes.” My voice sounds hoarse.

She pulls open the waistband of my shorts and slides a hand into my briefs. Cool fingers wrap around my thickening shaft.

“It's bigger. Even now it's bigger.”

Rosalind releases me and moves back, taking off her t-shirt and pushing down her shorts. She gives me a slow turn that includes bending over a little as her ass points in my direction. She's more beautiful than in the images I've seen.

“You like?”

“Very much.”

Ros smiles. “Your turn.”

T-shirt off, shorts and briefs down. I take hold of my cock and stroke myself to a full erection. Ros steps toward me, taking hold of my cock with both hands, running them up and down the shaft.

“You must be at least two inches longer than anything I've seen, and I can barely get my hands around you. Mom is such a lucky woman.”

“You’d think.” A lot is going on. Her movements are sending nervous triggers all through my body. My heart is racing. My breathing is heavy.

My comment makes Ros look up. “What do you mean?”

“Remember when she ‘found Jesus’?”

“Yeah.” A hand has dipped to my balls, cupping and caressing them as the other moves up and down my shaft.

“She decided that sex is for making babies. If you're not making babies, then no sex is necessary.”

It takes a moment for that to sink in.

“But I was what? Thirteen, fourteen?”

“Yep.”

“And you’ve not had sex since?”

“No.”

“Oh, you poor thing.”

The hand leaves my balls and rises to stroke my face. Our eyes meet, and I see so much love and compassion in them that I have to dip my head to meet her kiss. Our lips part, our tongues meet. I run my hands down her back, pulling her close. When we break, gasping for breath, Rosalind says,

“We can fix that.”

My head is spinning. She's still pulling on my shaft, and I'm struggling to keep up with her thoughts.

“What do you mean?”

“Sex. Now I’ve seen and touched your cock, I want to know what it will feel like inside me. If Mom is stupid enough not to want this, then I will have it.”

Rosalind steps back, releases her bra, and it falls to the floor. I groan as her breasts spill free. I want to hold them, kiss them, suck them. Ros puts a hand up to stop me. She turns, and her lace panties go down. My cock twitches as she drops to all fours. She is perfect. Slender thighs lead to a rich ass. I can see the mound of her pussy peeking out, lips pouting.

“I'm so ready,” Rosalind says. “And if you need to know, I'm on the pill.’

I go to her. Kneel behind her and stroke her thighs up to her ass. I pull the cheeks apart and see the rose of her anus. I put my tongue to it.

“Eek! What was that?” Ros looks back at me.

“My tongue on your butthole.”

I do it again before she can protest, following that with a kiss on each cheek as my hand slides onto her pussy. She's wet and ready—Rosalind moans as two fingers push deep into her.

“Dad, I need you. Just do it.”

My cock stretches her. Rosalind’s back arches, pushing her hips back onto me. She is tight and hot, panting as I push deeper, my cock touching parts of her that have never been reached before.

“Fuck. Yes. Fuck.”

It turns me on hearing my daughter like that. I grab her by the waist and push further in. Now I'm there, as deep as I can go. She's trying to ride me, and I let her take control, rocking onto my cock. The heat is building in my shaft.

“Ros, I'm cumming.”

She lets out a sound that is half scream and half desperate need. I take over, fucking her hard, slamming my cock into her tight pussy until the lights go out and I'm firing into her and she's bucking as an orgasm rocks her body.

Next thing I know, we are on the floor, still wrapped around each other in sweat and sex. I find a breast and squeeze it, the nipple hard in my palm. Rosalind turns in my arms, and we kiss. I want all of her. My lips are on her neck, then my mouth on her breast. I kiss down her body and reach her sex. Her pussy is still gaping, and I can see traces of my cum on her lips. The sight gives my heart a thrill, and I lick around her, tasting my cum before working up to her clit.

“Daddy, oh, Daddy!”

Rosalind orgasms almost instantly, her pelvis lifting off the floor and grinding her pussy into my face. She smears herself across my chin, hands clawing at my head to hold me there.

“Lick me. Lick me.”

I lick her, and Rosalind squeals, bouncing on the floor.

“Yes, yes.”

I hold her as she climaxes again before kneeling between her legs. I wait there, stroking her inner thighs.

She's grinning, trying not to laugh. “Oh, my God, Dad, that was amazing.”

“I'm glad you enjoyed it.”

“Was sex with Mom like that?”

“No.” I’m stroking her pussy again now. “It was good, but she never let go like you.”

Rosalind stretches on the floor. “I wish I had thought to bring my phone. I could have videoed that.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, maybe next time.”

“Next time?” That gets me interested.

“You think I'm walking away from this?” Rosalind laughs and sits up to kiss me.

“In that case,” I say, “next time I want to see this pussy shaved.”

“Oh, do you?” Ros looks down. “I thought I kept it nice and neat?”

I admire her bush. “You do, but I prefer smooth.”

“Okay, but I want you to shave as well. That way I can suck your balls without getting a mouthful of hair.”

I look at her in shock. “What?”

“Why not? If I’m going to fuck my dad, I may as well do all things I fantasise about.”

I think a few, filthy thoughts right then, and say to her, “What do you want to do now?”

She smiles. “Wait here.”

I don't wait right there, I get onto the bed as it's more comfortable than sitting on the floor. Ros comes back carrying a vibrator and her phone. She gets the camera app ready and tosses the phone to me.

“I want you to record me using this. I always lose control of the phone when I orgasm, so if you hold it, we'll get a better record of what I'm like when I come.”

Rosalind starts by sitting cross-legged on the bed. I start recording as she turns the vibrator on and runs it gently down from her neck and onto a breast. She rolls the device, avoiding touching her nipple for now, across the upper surface and then underneath. I focus on her face as she smiles at the camera. Then I concentrate on the vibrator as it makes a featherlight touch on one nipple. Rosalind sighs, drifting the buzzing toy across to her other breast. The first nipple is hard, the areole dark and tight around it. I zoom in on the nipple.

“Dad?” Rosalind can see what I’m doing, but she wants me to concentrate on where the vibrator is going. I refocus, follow her hand as it guides the toy down between her legs. She teases her inner thighs even as I can see on screen the lips of her sex are opening, a sheen of desire already showing.

When the vibrator touches her pussy, Rosalind gasps and lies back on the bed, her legs spreading apart to give me a fantastic view of her arousal. Now she’s working her pussy hard, sliding and rotating the vibrator along her labia, opening herself to the touch of the device.

My mouth is dry. I get a close-up of her pussy and then pull back to show all of Rosalind as she writhes on the bed.

“Put it in you,” I say the words without even thinking them.

Ros is lost in her growing passion and gasps the question. “What?”

“The vibrator. Put it into you.”

I can see she doesn’t want to, so I reach out and guide the toy down until Ros has no choice but to take it into her entrance.

“Aaah…” her spine arches. The buzzing of the toy becomes muted, buried in her wet sex. My hand eases it deeper. “Fuck, Dad, no…”

“Now rub your clit.”

“Oh, God.”

Rosalind’s stomach muscles clench, lifting her from the bed. She’s rubbing her clit hard, skin flushing a deep red on her upper body. The orgasm hits her, curling Rosalind into a ball.

“Yes, fuck, yes.”

Watching her has made my cock hard again. I film with one hand as she comes down from her high, as my other pumps my erection. Ros is panting, sliding the vibrator out of her pussy with a soft moan of pleasure. She turns it off, looks into the camera, and says.

“I hope you like this one.”

I watch Rosalind stretch out on the bed, a smile of satisfaction on her face. I end the recording and put her phone down.

“Ros?”

She looks at me, and then at my cock. Her hands take me, easing my foreskin back and gliding her palm over the slick crown. Sitting up, she guides me onto my back with a whispered instruction. Rosalind kneels beside me, holding my shaft and licking around and along it. When she reaches the tip, her kiss is open-mouthed and sloppy, sending barbs of excitement into my balls. Her tongue rolls around the crown and then takes me into her mouth. I close my eyes, surrendering to the warmth and movement.

Rosalind dips her head, feeding my cock further in. I can feel the boiling heat of cum as she begins to pump the lower half of my cock.

“Ros, I'm cumming.”

She rolls her head to look at me, and I see the impression of my cock thrusting out against her cheek.

Teeth scrape along my shaft. Rosalind’s tongue wraps around it. Her hand moves faster.

I can't stop my cum. My body jolts, bursting with energy. Ros gulps and gags, coughing cum down my shaft as she pulls my cock free. Another burst sprays onto her chin, and more splashes across her hand and wrist.

“Jesus, Dad, try warning me next time.”

“I did.” I slump back, staring at the ceiling.

“Well, I wasn't expecting you to unload that fast.”

“I'm sorry, but your Mom has never gone down on me. That was the most amazing feeling I have ever had.”

“Oh, Dad.” Rosalind moves up and gives me a salty kiss. “If you give me proper warning next time, I will swallow it all. Okay?”

“Okay.”

We slide into an exhausted embrace. I caress her back, still not quite believing what’s happened. Ros has a hand on my ass, stroking one cheek, until she says.

“I need to watch that video.”

She sits up and grabs her phone, looking intently at the screen. I’m not looking at the phone; my eyes are on what’s mounted on the wall opposite the bed.

“Ros?”

“Mmm?” She’s distracted by what she is watching.

“Has your phone got screen cast?”

“Yes, why?” She pauses the video and looks at me.

I point across the room to the 32-inch flat-screen television on the wall.

Rosalind’s mouth drops open. “Holy shit! Where’s the remote?”

I get the remote from the bedside table and turn the television on. Ros searches for the device name, and when she finds it, casts her phone screen to the TV.

“Oh, my fucking God.” Rosalind breathes in awe as we see her in all her naked, orgasmic glory projected onto the big screen.

“You look amazing,” I say.

Ros grins. “We need to record ourselves fucking. I want to watch that on television.”

I’ve got no problem with the idea, but the cautious side of my brain kicks out a warning.

“You will be careful, won’t you? Just make sure no one else sees these videos.”

“Come on, Dad, credit me with some intelligence.” Ros presses pause on the remote as it shows the vibrator sinking into her pussy.

“I do.” I put a hand on one thigh. “But accidents happen. A slip of the finger, or giving your phone to your Mom to watch a video of next door’s cat, and it spools on automatically to something you don’t want her to see.”

“Okay, I’ll be careful.” Rosalind leans in and kisses me. I can still taste my cum on her lips. “Now, can we get back to watching this? It’s turning me on again.”