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I was happy for Anna now that she was free to begin a new life in our world, the English world as Anna and her Amish relatives often refer to it.  However, I was greatly disappointed that the young and beautiful ex-Amish widow and I could not build a relationship together.

I had parked the motorhome near the edge of town and drove Anna to her Aunt’s in my Yukon.  On my return, I made the SUV ready to tow behind the motorhome before firing up the big diesel engine.  While allowing it to warm up, I quickly searched the ‘net for an R.V. park in the area with vacancies.  In the middle of February, Florida R.V. parks are usually booked solid by retirees from up north seeking to escape the snow and ice of winter.  Finally, after several disappointing phone calls, I was able to find one with a cancellation.

I began to count my blessings; first, I was able to book a week at a campground which was located close to Anna should she have a change of heart and want to come back to me.  Second, it was a ‘55+' park meaning that residents were fifty-five or older with no children; at least the week would be quiet. 

Those were the two ‘pros;’ the ‘cons’ began with the horrible online reviews that have been posted about the park.  Older wore out campers repurposed as permanent homes, the roads and sites not paved as well as several other complaints had been filed, the least of those being the lack of Wi-Fi or cable hookups.  But it was close to Anna and if she had not called by the end of the week, I could move on.

It was probably a good thing that the drive to my new home for the week was less than an hour long as it was getting late in the day and nighttime was rapidly approaching.

Following the instructions of the in-dash navigation system, I exited the Interstate and immediately turned onto the outer road.  Judging from the old homes and businesses along the way I assumed this road must have the main highway before I-75 was built.  Back in the day, these were successful establishments catering to the tourists that traveled the old highway, but now the further you drove from the nearest exit off of the Interstate the more worn down and decrepit the structures were, some even shuddered and abandoned.

Finally, I found that which I had been instructed to look for, a sign out by the road advertising the Fishermen's Den which was the restaurant and lounge said to be on the road in front of the campground.  I was told to turn into the parking lot and look at the south end of the building for a lane leading back to the resort.

The office was located immediately behind the restaurant but by the time I arrived it was after office hours and closed.  However, I found a sign on the office door said it was now ‘happy hour’ and to check at the bar for the manager.  I clicked the lock button on the key fob locking the doors on the motorhome and walked back to the entrance at the front of the bar.

The décor brought back memories of a bygone era when people actually came here to fish on the river behind the tired old resort.  Pictures of long-dead sportsmen holding their prize catch up for the camera graced the walls alongside record-setting fish stuffed and mounted.  But now these trophies from long-ago are cracked and falling apart, decaying examples of the work of a forgotten taxidermist.

If this is happy hour I wonder what the evening rush is like, I thought as I looked the bar over and found that other than me the only person there was the blonde with the incredibly big tits behind the bar.

She looked to be at least ten years my junior, maybe in her mid to late forties.  She was in marvelous shape, flat tummy, hips and an ass that was just right.  In fact, her hips and waist would have made a classic hourglass shape had it not been for her boobs.  Had she been wearing a bra it would have had to be at least 38 double D.  Her shirt which buttoned up the front was open to the center of her chest, the shirttail tied above her navel in a halter top fashion, all of which was under a tremendous strain trying to contain those gorgeous tits.

Her very short cut off jean shorts couldn't have looked any tighter unless they had been painted on her creamy white skin.  It would definitely be an understatement to say her clothing displayed her breathtaking assets.

I was jerked back to reality when she asked with a mischievous smile, "are you looking for a campsite or did you just plan on staring at my tits all night?"  Captivated by the sight of her ample cleavage while allowing my imagination to run wild fantasizing about those tits would look like unencumbered by clothing, I had been unaware I was being rude.

"Oh excuse me," I stuttered, then clumsily I tried to recover, "yeah, uh, I called an hour or so ago and reserved a site for a week."

"And just when I was beginning to think you were my Prince Charming riding up on a white horse to carry me off," she said sarcastically but with an infectious smile.  Faking a heavy sigh, she laid some keys on the bar, "here is the key to the electrical box on the site at the end of the lane by the river, when you get set up bring back my keys, I'm here until closing."

*

The next morning I awoke in my king size bed and realized how big and empty this bed was without Anna, the only other person to have ever slept in it with me.

I moped around the motorhome drinking a cup of coffee, trying to motivate myself into making something for breakfast.  Finally, I decided what the heck, why not try out the Fishermen's Den.  Food poisoning couldn't make me feel any worse than I already was.

Alongside the highway in front of the restaurant was a mobile marquee that to the few motorists passing up and down the outer road that advertised the restaurant had a breakfast special.  The sign had at one time been mobile, on a built-in trailer, but now the wheels were gone and the sign was up on concrete blocks.  The advertising on the sign seemed redundant to me as I figured that all the locals knew about the special and no one else would stop there for breakfast anyway.

I walked up the lane to the highway and found the lounge entrance closed but the Fishermen's Den restaurant was open and doing what I thought might be a brisk business.  After all, there were actually five cars on the gravel parking lot.

Walking in the open door, I was greeted by an elderly lady, who was maybe in her mid-seventies and wearing a classic 1950's waitress uniform.  She appeared to be hostess, waitress, cashier, bus person, and probably dishwasher to boot.  An old gentleman could be seen through a window in the partition separating the dining room from the kitchen.  I later learned that the old short order cook was a retired chef and the hostess slash everything else, was his wife.  Actually, I was pleasantly surprised, because as seedy as the bar was, the restaurant was really nice.

But what caught my attention was the campground manager and part-time bar keep setting at a corner table alone. 

Just as I noticed her, she looked up from her newspaper raising her hand and curling her index finger in a come hither gesture then pointed at the chair opposite of hers.

Usually, Florida winters are mild, but that particular morning had been unseasonably cool and she had dressed accordingly.  Skin tight white leggings with a long white hoody unzipped low enough to show off her cleavage, but not open enough reveal the presence of any under clothing.  Damn, the girl certainly knows how to get a guy's attention and keep him guessing if she is wearing a bra and panties or not, I thought to myself as I looked for signs of panty lines or other subtle indications of intimate apparel.

I was rapidly realizing that her mischievous smile was a personal trademark of sorts; the smile always appeared just before she did something scampish.  While grinning like a Cheshire cat she held her arms tightly at her sides forcing her tits together and outward saying, "and before you ask, yes they are one hundred percent real."

Realizing I had been noticeably staring just as I had done in the bar last night I apologized, "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I didn't mean to."

"Oh, hun," she began saying, "there's no need to apologize.  Actually, I've enjoyed having someone other than the local boys ogle me.  I wouldn't dream of letting one of them touch me if you know what I mean? But for you, well, I might make certain exceptions,"   then while sipping of her coffee she smiled, obviously satisfied with herself for making a thinly veiled sexual innuendo.

The obvious question that suddenly ran through my mind was, so what do I do at this point; order breakfast, or ask her back to my motorhome?

As fate would have it, the older lady that seemed to do everything here walked up to our table to take my order.  Before the waitress or I could say anything my companion ordered for me, "Louise, hun, get him a coffee and the special, please."  Louise the waitress just politely nodded her head and left us to ourselves.

"Chuck, my name is Olivia," she said while extending her hand across the table.  Shaking her hand I found it very soft and warm.  Her touch was electrifying due to my being sexually attracted to her.

Again allowing that mischievous smile to appear, "I think that before making love one should know their partner's name; don't you?"

I almost choked, then deciding to play along and see how far she was willing to go I asked, "would it be appropriate if I ask what's a sexy woman like you doing a place like this, or would that be too obvious of a pickup line?"

"That would depend on who is hitting on whom, wouldn't it," her scampish smile was getting contagious.

She continued, "actually it's a good question, my bachelor uncle left me this place, it seems he bought it with the grand idea of redeveloping it but died before the lawyers worked out agreements with the county and state regulators.  The river is now protected and you can't do anything without a ton of environmental studies.  Before he died he hired a law firm specializing in environmental regulations.  To date, the case is still in litigation."

Louise came around refilling our cups with fresh coffee, after taking a sip Olivia continued, "I received a letter from my uncle's attorney explaining I was his only heir and since I had just signed divorce papers with my ex, I figured why not, I mean taking over a resort in Florida, what could be better than that?"

She was silent for a moment and the smile left her face, "imagine my surprise when I got here and actually saw what I was up against?  I mean here I had just had my life turned upside down with an unexpected divorce, you see my husband left me for another man.  I didn't even see that one coming.  Then I get down here and my inheritance is an old resort fifty years past its prime."

Taking another sip of the coffee, Olivia tried to move on, "oh well, so much for my history.  So tell me what's a guy like you doing here?  I've owned this place about two years now and you are the first person with a luxury motorhome who wanted to stay more than a night."

Before I could answer Olivia, Louise brought us our breakfast. 

"My wife and I talked about buying an RV and traveling someday when we retired.  But like most people, we were just barely getting by so that plan was pretty much a pipe dream.  Then my wife was diagnosed with cancer and everything, our hopes, dreams, and plans came crashing down.  The really sad part is the day after the funeral, I stopped for gas and just by chance I did something I don't normally do, I bought a lottery ticket.

"Win a lot?" Olivia asked.

I shook my head yes while swallowing a mouthful of my coffee, "enough that I set up a trust that will take care of me the rest of my days as well as give my daughter Rachel the education she dreamed of."

"Where is Rachel attending college?"

"She was enrolled at a state university back home, but she was able to transfer to Duke where she wants to study law."

"A lawyer, wow, I wish I could get my kid to study law, everybody needs a good attorney in the family.  My kid is studying computer sciences, he wants to write code for apps and games."

As we continued to eat, we made small talk about our kids, her ex-husband, and my late wife.  Louise made sure our coffee cups never emptied.  We were so engrossed in our conversation the time got away from both of us.  Then about mid-morning I noticed that the early customers had cleared out.  Louise and her husband Carl the cook were at a table talking while going over the morning's receipts  Then after looking outside I noticed it had started to rain.

Olivia noticed the rain and suddenly got one of her scampish smiles again, "Well, Chuck, it's supposed to rain the rest of the day and I have tonight off from the bar, so is it going to be your place or mine?"

Pausing only long enough to remember if I had left any dirty socks or underwear lying around I answered, "let's do my place."

As we walked out the door Olivia turned to Louise and Carl, "put both tickets on my tab, see you all in the morning."

Standing under the awning and watching it pour rain I pointed out, "you know, we are going to get drowned walking down to the river where my motorhome is parked."

"Maybe not," she replied, "I've got a Gator around the end of the building.”

Her utility vehicle, a John Deere™ was open save for the windshield and roof, offering some but not complete protection from the rain.  As the reviews had noted, the roads in the campground were terrible.  They were so bad Olivia had to drive slower than she would have had the roads been in better shape.  Even with the windshield and roof over the top of the little four-wheel drive, we were still getting drenched.

"Two rules when we get inside your motorhome, one, we get out of these wet things and naked first," she turned at me and smiled that smile of her's, "two, no talking other than maybe the occasional grunt, moan, or scream, and finally you only have to remember one thing." she said as she stopped the Gator next to the door of my coach, "I rate my lovers based on how well they eat my pussy!"

After getting naked, I kissed Olivia and backed her into the passenger seat.  Then I stepped down into the entrance stairwell, which put my face almost in the perfect position to give her cunnilingus.

Reaching behind her butt cheeks, I pulled her bottom until her pussy was at the edge of the seat.  While watching the expression on her face I slowly kissed my way up her left thigh.

Reaching her pussy I extended my tongue as far as I could and in one quick motion lapped her opening from bottom to top.  Olivia shivered from the electric shock like sensation that ran from her vagina and throughout her body.  I softly kissed the inside of her right knee, taking time to lick the sensitive spot in the fold of her leg, then as I had kissed the left leg, I worked my way back up to her pussy.

Her inner lips were swelling and her clit was starting to peek out from its hiding place.  Again I lapped it from bottom to top, but this time I forced the tip of my tongue into her entrance.  Licking upward and under the clit, attacking it and circling it with my tongue.  Olivia suddenly arched her back and closed her thighs against the sides of my head, like a vise holding me in place, "oh baby, more mmooorrree," she moaned.

Reaching around her leg with one arm I tickled her clit with my finger, rubbing it in circles.  Once again she arched her back moaning, "I'm about to come, oh God, III'MMMM coming!"  Her juices started flowing and I greedily lapped up each drop like a tom cat at a fresh bowl of cream.

I moved from my position at the bottom of the stairwell turning the chair around to face the interior of the motorhome, then picking a limp Olivia up into my arms I carried her to my bed.

“So did I pass the test?”

With one arm around my neck she pulled my lips to hers kissing me passionately, then pulling back she looked dreamily into my eyes, "Oh, Chuck, you more than passed the test," after another quick peck on the lips she added, "no one has ever made me come that fast."

I carefully laid her on the bed and she immediately patted it indicating her desire for me to lay down face up.  Olivia wasn't yet through with me eating her out; climbing on top of me she rubbed her vagina on my face while she took my cock in her hand and pulled it into her mouth, taking it until I could feel the head in the back of her throat.  Giggling like a school girl, Olivia continued rubbing her pussy on my face, moving it from my mouth to nose, as if she was trying to use my nose for stimulation, while she bobbed her head up and down fucking me with her mouth.

I began lapping at her wet cunt, savoring not only her juices but her essence as well, not unlike one might savor the complex flavors of fine wine while inhaling its delicate bouquet.

Sliding my palms while lightly caressing her sides, I reached for her breasts.  Olivia responded with a shudder as I squeezed them just hard enough to produce a delectable pain that brought pleasure.

Alternating between biting her inner lips and roughly stimulating her clit with my tongue I continued to drive her closer and closer to orgasm.  Pushing my hands between us I found her nipples and twisted them between thumb and forefinger eliciting a guttural moan which escaped from her mouth which was filled with my dick.

Olivia began to arch her back and I could feel the muscles in her thighs alongside my face tense up, signaling she was nearing another climax.  Placing her hands on my thighs, she raised up pulling her mouth, off of my cock and pushing her raging hot pussy into my face.  Her breath was coming in short ragged bursts,  then squinting her eyes tightly shut she cried out, "oh God, oh fuck, oh, oh, oh, I'm coming!" 

Her body jerked in spasms as she squirted her cum into my open mouth.  Olivia continued to shudder as she rode out the wave of the orgasm.  I moved my hand and began to finger fuck her cunt with three fingers, nearly inserting my entire fist into her soaking wet hole.

"Stick your finger up my ass," Olivia demanded.  Licking my other index finger I inserted it into her ass as far as I could, all this having the effect of heightening the effect of the waves of pleasure washing over her.

Olivia cried out, "oh, God, don't, don't, don't stop" while continuing to shudder.

Gently I probed her ass until I hit the spot, "yes, yes, that's it," she screamed between clenched teeth.

After what seemed like ages, she began to relax.  The spasms became spaced further apart, her breathing became slow and shallow and she went limp collapsing on top of me.

She laid there still and quiet, I could barely feel her breath.  Then becoming concerned she might have fainted, I pulled my finger out of her ass and lightly slapped her butt, "Olivia?"

"Ugh," she grunted in reply, "give me a moment."

Basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, Olivia slowly rose off me turning around to kiss me and lick her juices off my lips, "uummmm, I taste good," she said with that adorable scampish smile.

She laid there for a few minutes savoring the sensations and the intimacy of the moment. Her breasts flat on the bed and her chin resting on the back of her hand on my chest.  Then she slowly moved her left hand down my stomach to grasp my rock hard pulsing cock.

Again she smiled, "fuck me doggy style, as hard as you can," she said as she rose up on her knees, presenting her ass high as she could get it.

I got up and went around to the foot of the king size bed, grabbed her ankles and pulled her until her knees were at the edge.  Instinctively she again raised her ass presenting it for my pleasure.  Olivia placed her tits flat on the bed so as to maximize the angle of her vaginal canal, turning her head sideways, "please, Chuck, fuck me hard."

Standing at the end of my bed, where just three nights ago I had fucked Anna, I spread my feet apart to position my dick at just the right height to enter Olivia.  Grasping my hardness I rubbed the head on her still wet labia lubricating it with my pre-cum and her fluids, then while holding her inner lips apart, I pushed all the way to the bottom of her cunt in a single swift hard motion.

Slowly, I pulled out then rammed into her again; Olivia jerked and moaned, "uuuhhh."

I would pull out slowly then ram in hard, my groin audibly slapping against her ass, each in and out faster and harder than the previous.

"Oh god, Chuck," she started to say but my dick colliding with the top of her womb cut off in mid-sentence.  "I've been a bad girl," my hips slapped her ass, "I need a good spanking," she continued just before we collided again, "please, spank my ass!"

Who am I to argue, I asked myself as I slapped her ass cheek.  I later felt bad about it but at the time it seemed like the right thing to do; especially when she screamed, "again!"

So while I pumped in and out of her pussy I slapped her ass again, "harder," she demanded.

"What do you mean harder," I grunted as I pumped into her pussy, "the spanking or the fucking?"

"Boooothhh," she screamed.

I had been holding on to her by my left hand curled around her upper thigh, switching hands I spanked her left butt cheek with enough force to leave a hand print, timing the strike to coincide with hitting the vaginal wall with my dick.  The combination of pain and pleasure brought her to near ecstasy.

"Oh fuckkkkk, I'm coming," she grunted.

Her vaginal muscles contracted around my dick like a vise, the added tension was enough to bring me to the edge.  Feeling like it was going to explode, my dick spasmed and shot what felt like a bullet into Olivia's depths.  Pushing her upper body up off of the bed, her tits swinging back and forth as I pumped into her, Olivia screamed with passion, "oh god, oh fuck, I'm coming!"

My hips and knees were failing me but I continued to pump into Olivia until she took one last gasp of air and I knew she was finished.

We both fell onto the bed, finding each other's arms, we kissed and fell asleep.

With the security shades down over the windows and on a dark overcast day like this one, the bedroom of my motorhome can be quite dark.  It was into this twilight-like lighting that I awoke.  Looking at my watch, I discovered it was five in the afternoon and at this time of the year, it would be dark soon.  Then I realized Olivia was not at my side.

Getting out of the bed and entering what amounts to a hall, I found her.  Olivia was setting in the passenger seat, wrapped in a comforter I keep on the back of the sofa while staring through the big windshield at the river as the rain poured down.

Still naked I walked up behind her and bent over the back of the seat to kiss her.  She unwrapped from the king size quilt revealing to me her naked beauty.  She stood up and motioned for me to set down where she had been.  Olivia cuddled into my lap and pulling the comforter around us, we wrapped up like two caterpillars in a cocoon.  We silently stared off into the gray Florida evening.

*

We both enjoyed the intimacy of just quietly sitting there in each other's arms, snuggling together and savoring the contact of warm soft skin.  Finally, after some time had passed by and we could barely see the other side of the river in the darkness, Olivia twisted in my lap, moving to a position that allowed her to kiss me.  I reached under the comforter wrapped around us and found a nipple and began to tease it, hoping to initiate another session of lovemaking but she pushed my hand away.

"Honey, I have to confess," she said while looking into my eyes, "that wasn't really me earlier today."

I wonder where this is going, I thought as I looked for a hint of that scampish smile that always shows up just before she does something ornery.

"The last few years of my marriage I started reading up on ways to improve our sex life which was becoming nonexistent.  Just reading about those things excited me, even making me wet just thinking about doing it with my husband."

"Olivia, baby, what are you talking about?" I asked, while becoming both perplexed and curious at the same time?

"Playing the part of a slut," she replied, "that wasn’t me.  I've never rated a guy by how well he could eat my pussy, fucked doggy style, asked to be spanked, and especially I've never ever asked someone to stick anything up my ass!"

Olivia continued, "seriously, Chuck, I was always the good girl, save for losing my virginity under the bleachers to the Quarterback of my High School football team, but other than that I had not been with anyone else before I married Stan."

"Under the bleachers, eh," I said smiling.  Trying to use faux sarcasm to lighten the situation only netted me a playful slap on the shoulder from Olivia.

"Oh you," she replied realizing I was only being facetious; then trying to be serious, "I know now that trying to bring excitement to our bedroom only drove my closeted gay ex-husband even further away."

She was quiet for a moment while gathering her thoughts, then blatted out, "lately I've been fantasizing about meeting a guy and coming on to him like a slut then in the bed get him to do what I asked of you, you know, try out what I had read about."

Olivia looked me in the eye trying to ascertain if I was understanding her correctly or maybe disappointed in her, "Chuck, honey, you were just the first halfway attractive guy that came along."

"Oh, I see," I said smiling, "I'm just halfway attractive."

That smile of hers came over her face again, "Oh silly, you're at least three-quarters attractive.  No seriously, there just haven't been any guys that come into the bar that I would go out with much less fuck; but you, the minute you walked in the door, I got wet just thinking about being your slut for a day."

*

It rained the entire week I stayed at Olivia's campground, and she was my slut every day and most nights.

Being the week before many of the locals either got paid or received their government checks, the bar crowd was nonexistent.  Olivia and I would fuck all day, clean up and open the bar about five-thirty then close at one in the morning and go fuck some more.  One night it was so slow that we made out in the backroom, Olivia bent over a stack of cases of beer while I fucked her doggy style.

All too soon the week came to an end.  I had already made reservations at a luxury resort downstate near LaBelle and didn't want to lose my deposits, so I prepared to leave.

That last day the rain had finally quit and Olivia had some other business affairs to handle.

I was making myself busy getting the big diesel motorhome ready to roll.  Just then Olivia came riding up to my spot on her Gator utility vehicle.

"Hey, Chuck, you realize that if you don't stop by on your way back north I'll track you down and..."

Interrupting her I smiled and sarcastically replied, "you'll do what?"

"Oh, I don't know, I'll be disappointed though, if you don't stop by," she answered. "Oh and hey, when you come back next winter, I'll have a surprise for you."

"What kind of surprise," I asked.

"Humm, how about you and I both read up on or watch some porno movies about dominance and when you get here maybe I'll let you tie me up, spank me some more and fuck me in the ass," she said with her trademark smile.

"That sounds interesting."

"Well, actually I had an appointment with the lawyers today."

"And?"

"They said they have the variances and permits worked out with the state and we can start construction this spring. So hopefully, by this time next year, we'll have enough done to be open at least partially and well on the way to making this place a viable resort again."

*

There was a mist in the air early that morning as I rolled out of Olivia's campground.  It wasn't that far to my next reservation but I wanted to get on the road before Olivia got up.  We had made love late last night and I thought we should remember our last moments together doing what we do best together, fuck.

I didn't want any more sad goodbyes like when Anna and I parted ways.

So I'm rolling south down I-75, not even ten miles from Olivia's place when my phone rang.  Looking at it I was surprised to see that it was my daughter Rachel.

"Hey baby, girl, how're things at Duke?"

"Oh Daddy, I'm not at Duke, remember its spring break, I'm in St. Petersburg."

"So what are you calling your old man for, aren't you and your friends partying?"

"Uh, Dad, where are you?"

"According to a sign I just passed I'm just north of Venice."

"Venice Florida?"

"No Italy," I answered sarcastically, ”yes, I'm in Florida baby."

"Oh cool, can I come to stay with you, Dad,” Rachel asked with a sense of hesitancy in her voice, "I mean if you aren't busy."

"If you mean busy as in busy with somebody else, no baby girl I'm not."  I replied then added, "but honey wouldn't you rather be with your friends than with your Dad?"

"Truth is, Dad, I'm not having a good time, and I really need to talk to you about some things we didn't get to go over after the funeral."

So I flipped the motorhome around at the next exit and headed north again in search of a place to park it while I drove the Yukon to Rachel's hotel near Redington Beach at Saint Petersburg.

*

Rachel was at my side as we walked into registration at the R.V. resort.  The resort is reserved for guests fifty-five or older so the two of us agreed we would claim she was my girlfriend should they complain about me having a younger person with me.  What I didn't know was that that plan fitted into Rachel's agenda all too well.

Part of the schedule involved touring the resort and viewing a sales presentation.  Wearing skin-tight pullover top and short shorts, Rachel played the part of a young woman clinging on and playing up to her sugar daddy.  The tour was interesting, to say the least as my daughter was having a blast playing her part.  The crowning moment was during dinner at the clubhouse when Rachel was the center of attention.  All the old men were practically drooling over her and their wives fuming over a beautiful young scandalously dressed woman invading their turf.

Finally, the day was over and we made our way back to the motorhome; immediately Rachel excused herself grabbed her bag heading into my bedroom shutting the door behind her.  I presumed she was going to freshen up and get dressed for bed, or at least that was what I thought.

My motorhome has two sofas, one with twin recliners and on the curb side of the vehicle is a sofa that folds out into a bed, which I had already set up for my daughter to sleep on.  Patiently waiting my turn at the bathroom, I was sitting at the table watching a cable news channel when Rachel opened the bedroom door and emerged in a sheer silk nighty. 

The spaghetti thin straps holding the nighty up strained to contain her 34D titties and while the length extended to just above the knees there were slits cut up the sides to above the waist; lots of skin showing but no hint of a panty.  The outfit clung to every contour of her young shapely body, especially her tight ass.   Her nipples stood out like the bullet-shaped Dagmar bumpers on a '57 Cadillac Eldorado.

In addition to her luggage she had a backpack carryon type bag like all the kids have these days; from this, she produced a bottle of Tennessee whiskey.  After retrieving a couple of glasses from my cupboard she sat down across from me and poured us both a shot. Taking her glass in hand she raised it toward me in salute.

My daughter sort of surprised me by taking a healthy swig and downing it.  She has learned to drink whiskey like a pro, I wonder what else she has learned, I thought.  Apparently, the expression on my face gave away my concerns causing Rachel to explain, "Dad, they say if you are going to be a good lawyer you have to develop a taste for fine whiskey."

Rachel sat her glass down, placed her hands one on top of the other on the table in front of her and then she leaned forward which put a lot of beautiful cleavage on display.  My attorney to be had captured my attention.

She began her oral argument simply with, "Daddy," oh, this is going to be good I thought. "Before Mom died she told me some things and gave me her journals read.  I wanted to talk with you about what I learned after the funeral, but you didn't seem up to it," she poured us both another shot.

"In one of my classes, I learned that it is not uncommon for girls to have fantasies of incestuous liaisons with their fathers."

"So this is what this is all about, you want to confess that you have had fantasies about me," I asked.

"Well, Dad, not just fantasies, I masturbated every night for some time fantasizing about fucking you."

"Well honey," I tried to explain, "we are human, it's natural to have feelings or even notice those you are around.  For example, I would be lying if I tried to say that I haven't noticed you this evening; it seems that my baby girl has become quite a hot young woman."

"But," she asked?

"Well, that's just it, we must not act on these feelings as there are perfectly good biological reasons why incest is taboo."

"You know what?  Even as icky as incest seems to be, the fact that it is so taboo even makes it that much hotter for me."

"Why are you telling me this honey?"

"Because I plan on making my fantasy, my dreams come to reality."

I took her bottle of whiskey and poured us both tall shots, downed mine and asked her, "You mean to tell me you left spring break and all your friends just to fuck your Dad?"

"Well, sort of."

"What do you mean sort of?"

"You're not my biological father."

It's a good thing I didn't have a mouthful of whiskey as without a doubt I would have choked and spit it all over Rachel and everything in the motorhome within range. Apparently, a demand for an explanation was written all over my face.  Rachel then began telling some history I was not aware of.

"Remember when Mom worked for that big corporation before I was born?"

"Yes."

"Mom and the rest of her team were assigned to attend a seminar at another of the corporation's offices, the event being held at a convention hall in a hotel.  According to her journals, Mom had an affair with an associate from the San Francisco office, and apparently got pregnant."

Another shot of whiskey helped but wasn't quite enough to soften the blow to my gut that this revelation was.  How do you digest the news that not only did your wife cheat on you, but got pregnant and the beautiful baby girl you spent two decades raising really wasn't yours?

"Dad, I'm sorry but it's true.  Before Mom died she helped me get a DNA sample from you and along with a sample of my own I sent them off.   The results indicated that we are not father and daughter."

I drank another shot of Rachel's whiskey and realized that not being accustomed to drinking; the whiskey was starting to catch up with me.

"Rachel, it's getting late and I'm tired after that drive today," the drive really wasn't that far but I needed an excuse to get away and get my head back together, "so I'm going to bed, we'll finish this in the morning."

*

I went into my bedroom shutting the door behind me.  I stripped off and took a shower hoping the hot water would work its magic and relieve me of the pain my heart was feeling.

The hot shower and the whiskey worked in just a few minutes I was rapidly coming around to the fact that there was nothing I could do about the past but, rather the best thing to do was to move on.  Regardless of her paternity, Rachel would always be my baby girl, even though my baby now has a cute ass and gorgeous tits. 

I closed my eyes and imagined how those tits with the huge nipples would look naked.  I wondered if her puss was waxed free of hair or if she had a neat little landing strip, a narrow strip of hair.  I fantasized about the appearance of her vagina, would it be like her Mom's, meaty with big protruding inner lips or a coin slot type.

Like Rachel pointed out, just thinking about something that was taboo made it seem that much hotter; so much so I now had a raging hard-on.  My eyes still tightly closed, I started jacking off picturing Rachel's pussy in my mind, with big meaty lips and a hard conical clit peeking out from under its hood.

The sound of the shower door opening jerked me back to reality.  There standing in front of me was Rachel, my baby girl, naked from head to toe.  Her tits were like the words from that old song, all her own sitting way up firm and high.  I found it hard to take my eyes away from the gorgeous globes, I just stood there staring.  Finally, I looked down her flat tummy and found her mons shaved delightfully bare.

Quickly, Rachel ran her left hand behind my neck pulling my mouth to hers while with her right she grabbed my hard cock and continued stroking it where I had left off.

To be continued in Chapter 4: The Revelations of Rachel