Daughter's fluids

No one can say without lying that they are doing well with their age. Growing older is the greatest pain, because we begin to yearn more strongly for what we left behind, knowing that with each passing day we are moving further away from it all. Old experiences and feelings that will never return.

Frequent and passionate sex isn't the only thing we crave from our youth, but when we've had it in abundance and it starts to fade, that's when we realize how lucky we've been. I had a few crazy years, until I prioritized guaranteed sex over the thrill of new conquests.

I was twenty-two when I met Aurora. Before I had the honor of being introduced to her, I had already heard a lot about her, because she was a female version of me, according to the friends we had in common. If there was one thing I was known for, it was being a fucker, always thinking about sex, so she must be someone very interesting.

My expectations were more than met when I met her. She was a miniature goddess of sorts, due to her small size, but she oozed vice from every pore of her skin. With everything she and Aurora had told me about me, it was obvious that we were eager to give it a go. I loved that moment before we did it, where the only thing left to do was figure out the where and when.

Despite our fame and the fact that we were destined to fuck like animals before we met, Aurora and I seemed to get along just fine. We both spoke the language of success, but we also loved each other. This girl had a charm I hadn't found in anyone else, maybe because she didn't need to be convinced with empty words.

- Aurora, where do you usually do it?

- At home when my parents go away, but in winter it is more complicated.

- Yeah, mine haven't moved lately either.

- Well, we need to end this sexual tension as quickly as possible.

- Maybe if we say you're an university classmate, you can come with us.

- Would your parents believe that?

- Probably not, but if we lock ourselves in my room and don't make any noise...

- I'm bad at not complaining.

- Can you think of another solution?

- Nothing that doesn't include public sex.

- We'll leave that for the next meetings.

- Before the first one, are you already thinking about the next ones?

- Sure, but first I have to check that you are as good as they say.

- I assure you, Ramses, that I am a thousand times better.

- With such a small body, I have a hard time imagining it.

- I am small, but I am strong.

- Whenever it suits you...

- In which hole?

- I wait for each one of them.

- We'll check it out soon.

The alternative was to end up making a scene in a public place, so we resorted to the plan I had come up with. I told my mother that one afternoon a friend from college was coming to my house to do a couples project, which she didn't mind at first, probably because she was the only one in the neighborhood who didn't know about my celebrity.

To dispel any doubts, on the chosen night, Aurora showed up at home pretending to be a very innocent young woman. She was so convincing that I almost believed her, although that didn't stop me from getting even more excited. Once in the bedroom, when she took off her coat and I saw what she was wearing underneath, I no longer had any doubts about the fun I was going to have.

There were many details that made Aurora the queen of sex, but what drove me completely crazy was her way of lubricating. I had never touched, licked or penetrated a pussy as wet as hers. To this gift we had to add the skill she showed from the first moment, the way she moved that little body.

We both managed to suppress the moans and gasps that our bodies were no doubt telling us to use to express our satisfaction, but there was no way to drown out the sound of the fluids emanating from Aurora's slit. Still, nothing stopped us from burning through more than half a box of condoms that afternoon. And that was just the beginning.

Over the next few months, we repeatedly used the same excuse to bring Aurora into my room. After the third time, the idea of us working probably wouldn't have worked anymore, but we still tried to keep it a secret and my parents never dared to talk about it.

With two people like us, it would have been normal for us to get tired of each other, to seek out new experiences, but we became more and more obsessed. As time went on, we found other places to do it, I was able to visit his house. As summer approached, we started planning a trip together, even though we weren't a couple. Or were we?

- A trip? As if we were...?

- You don't need to call it that, like it's you and me.

- But we have to be something to spend the holidays together.

- Do you want it or not?

- You're trying to make me fall in love and I don't trust you.

- Why don't you trust?

- Because we are not the kind of people who can have a partner.

- Explain it to me, please.

- We like to try new things.

- Do you think I would cheat on you?

- Sooner or later, surely.

- That means you wouldn't be faithful to me either.

- I do this because I love you. Shit!

- What's going on?

- I didn't even know I loved you, it just came out like that.

- So, can we go on a trip now?

- As soon as you tell me that you love me too.

- Ramses, it's true that I've changed in the last few months, but don't overdo it.

- I'll be happy with that.

Maybe I was too hasty with my words, but at that moment I saw it very clearly. I liked Aurora, I wanted to go on vacation with her and, almost without realizing it, I hadn't imagined myself with another girl for a long time. This girl was fun and fucked like an angel, there was no point in looking for something else that she could give me better than anyone else.

So we went on vacation, theoretically to do some sightseeing on the other side of the country, but we hardly ever left the hotel. Aurora was insatiable and inexhaustible, demanding sex even more often than I did. With each passing day, I had fewer and fewer doubts about my love for her, in fact, I didn't even look at other girls anymore.

But the high point of our relationship, if that is what we had, came when she also confessed her feelings to us. She let herself go on a beautiful summer night and from then on we began to consider ourselves boyfriend and girlfriend. Only time will tell if we were wrong to take a step that so radically changed our way of being.

For our friends it was a surprise, because not only were we together, but we were clearly in love. Aurora came and went around my house as she pleased, although we always tried to make as little noise as possible. My parents were delighted with her, and needless to say, I, with my cock still buried in the warmth of her pussy, was even more so.

- Damn, Aurora, the trip was great for us.

- Do you say that because now we still tell each other that we love each other?

- It's all very well, but above all because of this fucking day to day thing.

- Do we do this every day?

- Yes, without exception.

- And how long has it been since we returned?

- Well, a month has passed today.

- Don't make fun of me...

- What's going on?

- My fucking period, Ramses, I didn't have my period.

- Do you realize now?

- My periods are a little irregular, but a month and a half is too long.

- Don't say that...

- Don't say it, you'll make me even more nervous.

- We always take precautions.

- Remember that the first night we all used condoms.

- But the first thing we did the next day was buy more.

- No, the first thing was to have sex in the morning.

- We can't forgive him for that.

- You went out, right?

- Of course, but something can always slip through.

- We need to go to the pharmacy immediately.

It was the worst bad luck I could have had. It was the first time we both risked love and a more conventional way of life, and fate paid with her life and an unwanted pregnancy. Under normal circumstances I would have gotten out of there at the speed of light, but what I felt for Aurora made me accept any decision she made.

It was not an easy decision to make. She had doubts and I did not want to, but our parents, who found out because Aurora wanted it, were decisive in not having the pregnancy terminated. From that moment on, everything happened very quickly, from finding a job to, later, finding a home in which to start our own family.

It was surreal, I couldn't even believe that something like this was happening to me, but time was passing quickly and the moment was approaching. We knew it was going to be a girl and Aurora knew very well that she wanted to call her Nia. I, who had assumed that my role was limited to supporting her and nothing more, didn't raise any objections.

When I had the baby in my arms, I regretted having been in favor of abortion, although that didn't mean that what awaited me wouldn't be difficult. I had gotten a job that wasn't the one I had dreamed of when I was a student, but I had to keep my promise so that none of the three of us would lack anything.

I hoped that this would change as soon as possible, that she would find another job, but when you find yourself in this situation, time passes too quickly and you can do nothing but react to immediate events. The girl was growing up very fast and everything was an expense, but with both our salaries we were doing relatively well.

- What would you have thought if I had told you when we met that our life would be like this?

-Damn dwarf.

- Hey! I'm not that small.

- Just kidding, honey.

- It wasn't what we expected, but it's not so bad, right?

- I wouldn't change it for anything.

-And the girl is a blessing, she looks like me.

- Let's hope that's not all...

- At least in studies, now that school is about to start.

- Do you think it's a good time to start thinking about giving him a little brother?

- Of course not.

- Thank God, because I also believe that one is enough for us.

Little Nia turned out to be a mix of both. Although she had also inherited Aurora's short stature, she had fortunately adopted Aurora's physical appearance. She resembled me in her character, in her ability to do everything at the last moment and in the wrong way and end up solving her problems satisfactorily. I couldn't be more proud of her.

Over the next few years, life wasn't so good that we could do things that were previously unthinkable, like getting married. We were only concerned about how fast the girl grew up. Like all young girls, Nia wanted to go too fast, go out with her friends and dress like those older than her.

We put up with all these inconveniences for a few years, but there came a time when our daughter was too old to be forbidden certain things any longer. Although I avoided thinking about it, it seemed obvious to me that our daughter was like us, she tended to change her partner more than her socks.

If that seemed bad to us, it was even worse when she started dating a boy called Asier. Until then she had kept things private, but she must have thought that having a boyfriend was a serious matter and that was why she didn't need to keep hiding, she could bring him home so we could meet him.

It may seem trivial – you might as well know the guy our daughter was dating – but he shook the foundations of our home, almost literally. Confirming that he was a carbon copy of the two of us, Nía quickly showed her penchant for sex. To me, to her mother, and probably to the entire neighborhood.

- They're screwed.

- Don't tell me, Sherlock...

“But we are home,” he says bluntly.

- Like we did.

- Not at all, Aurora, we weren't making any noise.

- The sin is the same.

- Are you really going to keep this calm?

- What do you want me to do?

- Ban it.

- He's an adult now.

- I don't care, he lives in our house and he will have to obey.

- Just forbidding him to do something makes him want to do it even more.

- Again? It's already the fourth or fifth time he's made love.

- What's wrong with you is that you're jealous.

- Envy?

- Sure, because you don't fuck like that anymore.

- And whose fault is it?

- Are you implying it's mine?

- I'm always ready, "Madame Excuses" is you.

- Coming home exhausted from work is no excuse.

- We'll sort this out later, but I want you to talk to him first.

- You are so boring.

Sure, I was jealous of my daughter's very active sex life, because Aurora and I were lucky enough to have sex once a month, but that wasn't what bothered me. It was bad enough knowing that Nia was older and had a boyfriend she was sleeping with, without having to listen to them do it.

If that was painful, what I discovered next was worse. Nia had a habit of changing the sheets after every sex marathon with her boyfriend, which we could take as a nice gesture on her part, until we discovered the reason. Just like Aurora at her age, it seemed that my daughter had an extreme facility for lubrication.

He left the bed soaked to the crotch. When he knew we had discovered him, he stopped changing the sheets, which made the spectacle pleasant to watch, although not exactly for a father. I tried not to look at him, because of the accumulation of sensations he provoked in me, but in the end it was inevitable.

I passed by her room, no doubt witnessing moments of madness, and seeing that soaked bed, I couldn't help but think of my glorious past with Aurora. I'm not proud of it, but there was one day when I couldn't help but go in and get close to smell the sheets. I smelled that scent of sexuality mixed with that of youth again.

Unfortunately, I couldn't stop it from becoming a habit of sorts. Every time my daughter spent the whole afternoon fucking, I would sneak into her room to sniff around when she left. This smell brought back too many good memories, the problem was that it turned me on too. And then, Aurora ended up surprising me.

- But what are you doing?

- I was going to change the sheets.

- Come on, Ramses, you never changed your daughter's sheets.

- Actually.

- I saw you, you felt them.

- They smell our youth.

- It seems that Nia is as wet as I am.

- Like you at his age, you mean...

- Are we still here?

- Damn, Aurora, you're making me neglect you.

- What should I do if I don't feel like fucking as much as I did when I was twenty?

- Well, talk to her so at least she doesn't have to hear it... or feel it.

- You say it like it's an easy conversation.

- Just tell him to cut it a little.

- Should I tell him you're excited to hear it?

- It's okay, if you explain your chastity belt to him.

- If you continue like this, you will also be left without your monthly payment.

As horrible as it may seem, the fact that I somehow got turned on by hearing my daughter having sex, by seeing her puddle of fluids or by smelling them, Aurora didn't take it so badly, she even seemed to understand me. She was aware that the reduction of her desires didn't match mine and that I still had needs.

It was a relief that she understood me, but I wasn't so understanding with myself. It seemed absurd to me that all these thoughts running through my mind came from the fact that Nia, my own daughter, was having sex. Although at first it only reminded me of my youth, I began to detect other symptoms in myself.

It was probably out of curiosity or a desire to find more similarities between her and her mother, but I observed Nia more and more closely. She always had the same innocent look that Aurora had when she came to my parents' house under the pretext of work, except in this case I knew very well that it wasn't true.

Physically they were like two peas in a pod, except for one, or rather two, slight differences. I never had any complaints about my wife's body, but Nia had a bigger chest than her. It really bothered me that her boyfriend was as lucky as me, plus he had two bigger boobs to hold.

Unfortunately for my wife, the issue affected me more and more and it hurt her because I kept accusing her of not having sex anymore. It seemed like she would never do anything about it, until one afternoon, just after Asier left after another non-stop sex session, Aurora got fed up and went to Asier's room. I stayed in the hallway with my ear pressed to hers.

- How long will this last, Nía?

- What are you talking about?

- We have never forbidden you anything, but you are going too far.

- My boyfriend can't come home?

- Sure, but not to lock you up all afternoon.

- We have things to do.

- I know, the whole neighborhood knows.

- I don't want to talk about that.

- If you're old enough to do this, you should be old enough to listen to me.

- It's my life and you can't interfere with it.

- I'm not involved, but your boyfriend can't come into my house.

- You're not serious about this.

- No? If I see him around here, I'll chase him... and you'll come find me.

- I'm an adult, you can't control what I do.

- Well, work, buy your own house and do what you want there.

I didn't expect such a harsh conversation, but after that I had serious doubts that Nia would dare to show up at home with that bully again. When Aurora came back to our room, I told her that I supported her every word, even though she seemed angry with me for forcing her to act that way.

My wife may have been more serious with me over the next few weeks, but at least we didn't have to listen to the soundtrack of moans and gasps anymore. Plus, after getting upset with her mother, Nia came up to me, unaware that I was actually the cause of all this. Even though my urges had subsided, I still stared at her inappropriately.

Between that and the fact that, as she had warned me, my wife had deprived me of the only sexual encounter we had a month, as the weeks went by I was getting more and more aroused. My desperation reached such a point that one afternoon I decided to leave work early, pretending not to feel well, to see if I could put out my inner fire with a good handjob.

I was never a big fan of masturbation, there were many other more effective ways to climax, but this time I needed it urgently. As soon as I got home I went straight to the bathroom with the intention of washing my hands and grabbing a tissue, not knowing what scene I would find there. It was both traumatic and colossal.

This time it wasn't a moan. What my daughter gave me was the image of her completely naked, on her knees in the bathroom with her boyfriend's cock in her mouth. All kinds of things went through my head, some bad and some worse, before I closed the door. Immediately, the half-dressed guy walked out and left the house without daring to say anything.

- Dad, what are you doing here?

- Are you really going to ask me?

- Understand me, now I have to manage as best I can.

- Your mother will be furious.

- You don't need to find out.

- Are you suggesting I keep it from him?

- Yes, because you're great.

- Nía, I agree with everything he told you.

- Why does this bother you so much?

- It is not a pleasant experience for a parent to hear this.

- And that has nothing to do with the fact that you're no longer here...?

- Of course not.

- Are you sure?

- Let's see... the fact that I'm on my horse doesn't help, but no.

- I don't think it's fair that Mom doesn't give you what you deserve.

- Well, that's our business.

- You are still young and very beautiful.

- Do you really believe that?

- Of course you should have a life full of sex.

- The truth is that when I was young I had a lot.

- With mom?

- Most of the time. Although it may not seem like it, she liked it too.

- In the end we are both equal.

- There is something you have in common.

- In what?

- She also... you know... got very wet.

-And I suppose you miss the warm humidity of youth.

- Much more than you imagine.

- Play.

- What do you mean?

- I'm still wet, touch it.

- I can't do this.

- I'll let you remember those moments if you don't tell Mom.

- No, it must be a sin, a crime and everything...

- For once nothing is going to happen.

Nia, covered only with a towel, took my hand and placed it under her. Still surprised by his quick movement, I couldn't react until the tips of my fingers touched his penis. It was incredibly hot and still wet, very wet. I didn't dare touch him completely, but I didn't dare pull my hand away either.

It was her insistence, as well as my excitement, that kept me from moving my fingers, blindly feeling my daughter's young pussy. Within seconds, her juices were already flowing into my hand. She was blushing, with her eyes closed and her mouth half open, letting out the first moans before I touched her.

The erection under his pants was huge and I couldn't help but follow my depraved instincts. I started rubbing her slit with the palm of my hand, making her scream in pleasure. I was sitting on the toilet and she was on her knees, still with the towel around her body, but it wasn't long before it fell off.

Once she was completely naked and I saw her breasts in all their glory, I inserted two of my fingers into her vagina. Besides being very wet, she was giving off a lot of heat and was still very tight, masturbating her felt incredibly pleasurable. She kept moving her hips, she wanted me to push them into her as far as possible.

My daughter put one of her arms around my neck to hug me and with the other hand she started rubbing her clit while I continued to put my fingers inside her. It was then that I had the idea to grab one of her breasts, massage it and lightly hold her nipple. Nia moaned louder and louder, my legs were almost completely covered in her juices.

This pussy was an inexhaustible source of the hot nectar of her youth. My fingers going in and out of her made a lot of noise, but it was the most erotic and kinky thing I had ever heard in my life. Her hip movements on my package could make me cum at any moment, although that didn't stop me from staying focused on her pleasure.

When her fingers dug hard into my shoulder, I knew it was time. I lifted her up to take the breast I was fondling into my mouth and moved my fingers as fast as she did on her little button. Screaming, my daughter reached orgasm, expelling even more vaginal secretions that formed a puddle beneath our feet.

- Not even your mother soaked me like that.

- You're not going to tell your mother, are you?

- No, of course not.

- Well, it is possible that in the future we will reach new agreements.

To be continued...