The Freudian Slip
An erotic, mostly true story (names omitted) of finding the love of my life.

It was my first marriage, but she already had a child when she was a teen. I met her when I was 35, she was 33 and her daughter was 18. She dedicated her life to her daughter and finally when her daughter turned 18, she decided it was time to slow down and find someone special. The honeymoon didn’t last that long in our marriage. I was always ‘too sexual’ for her, always ‘groping her inappropriately’. The final straw was when I found some emails and a text message about how she liked sucking on his dick before he stuck it in her ass. I was a broken man for a long time. I invested myself into my ex-wife 1000%. Her daughter was very beautiful, and I never even once hit on her, or made any moves.
After much therapy, I came out the other end ok. It’s been 15 years and I’m 50 years old now. Sometimes I’ll have anxiety, so I’ll go through my insurance and find a therapist or counselor. My insurance recommended a woman and I called to make an appointment. It took about a week, but the day came and I went to her office and low and behold it was my ex’s daughter (step daughter). She was a bit shocked to see me. She said she saw my name but she was sure it was someone else. She had beautiful long brown hair, nice hourglass figure, brown eyes and soft supple breasts seemingly not strapped in by a bra. She blushed, she knew I was looking.
“It’s been a long long time, dad. What have you been up to? What do you want to talk about today?”
“Well I don’t know how this works, perhaps this is a conflict of interest – because sometimes I think I have PTSD because of what happened between you and your mother. I’ve been ok I guess. Well obviously not perfect, because I’m here…”
“Oh, tell me more…” She said, looking me in the eyes. I shied away, looking down at the floor.
“Don’t be nervous, you can tell me anything.”
“I’ve never been married since your mother left me, I just didn’t want to be hurt again. I feel my life is just bland but I also don’t want to go through the physical and mental pain again.”
“Physical pain?” she asked.
“Depression, when I’m depressed my body aches horribly.”
“Understandable. So I’ll be honest with you, when I moved out and after she did that to you I broke contact with her,” she said still looking at me in the eyes, she smiled, “she ruined her own life to be honest, and she did her best to ruin yours too.”
I looked at her confused, “what do you mean she ruined her life?”
“Take a deep breath, dad.” She laughed, “Can I call you that?”
“Yes, of course. You never got to know your own biological father, so of course you can call me dad.”
“Good, we’re on a Freudian path” she laughed, then continued, “Dad listen, the guy she left you for had her hooked on some bad things. I was away at school and she was smoking meth and crack. The last time I saw her she was at a clinic and had track marks all up and down her legs from heroin usage. You dodged a bullet. She’s tested positive for HIV, and a bunch of STDs – probably from whoring herself out to get drugs. So I couldn’t handle being around her anymore so I cut ties with her. And I found it awful that she did that to you. You were always so nice to her, to me. You expressed your love in so many ways and she shit all over you. I looked up to you, always thinking that when I find a guy or girl that I’d want someone like you. Hell, when my mom met you I had a major crush on you. In a lot of ways I wish you would have kept in contact but I do understand the emotional trauma of what she did pushed you away. I did kind of stalk you, you’re pretty easy to find on Google, so I kept track of you but kept my distance because I didn’t want to remind you of the trauma mom had caused you and me too.”
I didn’t know what to say, it was a lot to take in.
“I just don’t know what to say, that’s horrible what happened to her,” I said, feeling a little bit of peace that the bitch was getting dragged through the sewer like the cunt she was.
She put a hand on mine, “It’s ok dad. You probably feel a lot of rage and anger and that’s why you’re here.”
I looked into her eyes and I melted. She absolutely was putting on the moves.
“Tell you what,” she said, “My last appointment is at 7:30 PM, so why don’t we catch up over some coffee? You’re a coffee drinker, right?”
“Uh, yeah absolutely.”
So I made plans to meet her after she got off at a well-known coffee shop (Starbucks). I was a bit worried that I was taking her kindness wrong, that I was mistaking it for being interested in me.
I got her cell number and left.
On my way to Starbucks she texted me, “What kind of coffee do you want? Already here – I got this round!”
So I texted her I just wanted the house coffee with cream and sugar.
She was sitting at a table with her laptop and I approached her and sat down.
She looked up and smiled, and then gestured around her, “look at all of these nosey people who can’t mind their own business when an attractive looking man sits down near a younger professional female. That’s human psychology, always judging, always making shit up in people’s heads.”
I laughed, “well, they have dirty minds then – forget them. How have you been all these years? You look absolutely stunning, and I’m not saying that out of turn – just letting you know you’ve grown into a very fine woman!”
She blushed, “And how does that line go…” she thought for a second, “you sir, have aged like a fine wine.”
I laughed, “you’re totally hitting on me.”
“I’ve got daddy issues, daddy. Seriously, my mother doesn’t know who she lost. I’ll be honest, I’d take pictures of you and masturbate to them, I had such a huge crush on you. You’d get my panties soaked just by giving me a hug, and well – just being around me, can confirm, you still do.”
My anxiety started to kick in, “is this a joke?”
“Absolutely not. I was so jealous of my mother, I wanted you so bad.”
My dick was getting hard.
“Yeah but you probably have someone special now, and I don’t want you to be unfaithful to them.”
“No, I’ve had a few girlfriends, but nothing serious at all. I’m a single girl enjoying my freedom. I didn’t charge you for the session today. I won’t ever charge you, ok?”
“So you’re a lesbian?” I asked.
“No, I swing both ways,” she laughed and spilled a little bit of her coffee.
“Yeah but I was your father for a few years and …”
“That’s what makes it so hot, you literally are my Freudian sexual fantasy, that step dad that every girl wants to fuck but never gets to fuck and here you are… and well, perhaps this pussy still has a chance?”
I was done talking, I haven’t had sex in years, “It absolutely does.”
We went back to my place, I was nervous as hell.
She unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out, “mom lied, she said you had an ugly little dick – this is a thick monster.”
Her lips wrapped around the head and she started sucking. I felt her open her mouth wider and I was in the back of her throat.
She unbuttoned her shirt and pulled her bra off revealing her beautiful breasts, looking up into my eyes as she continued to suck me.
“Daddy, I want you to be bad….” I pulled my shirt off, she caressed my chest and her lips stopped sucking, and she kissed me on the lips, and then let her tongue work its way back down to my throbbing cock. She pushed me down on the sofa, and started going to town on my dick with a passion I’ve never seen before. With her mouth full of my throbbing meat, she’d moan. I felt like I was going to cum, and pulled her head off of my dick.
“Mmmm, daddy likes my mouth,” she said erotically, “wait until daddy’s dick get’s a taste of his daughter’s tight little pussy…”
“You’re a bad girl,” I whispered to her.
“You have no idea daddy, I’ve been a very bad girl.” She moved her naked body across mine, I could feel her soft warm breasts gliding on my skin. Her mouth enveloped mine, her tongue jutting inside my mouth and I could taste her sweet saliva. Her hips swiveled, teasing the head of my cock with her dripping wet pussy. She knew exactly what she was doing.
“Mommy never wanted me to have a dick this good, daddy,” she said as she pushed down on my cock, taking all of me inside her wet, tight hole.
“Make me a good girl, daddy I’ve been so fucking bad!”
I smacked her ass with my hand hard, “Watch your mouth, you know better than to swear around me!”
“Oh yess daddy! I’m so sorry daddy, it’s just that your dick feels so fucking good in me.”
I spanked her again, even harder as her pussy massaged my cock. I grabbed her beautiful tits and licked her nipples. I felt her body tense up, her pussy locked on to my cock – all of her muscles tightened and she let out a scream and began bucking wildly.
“Oh fuck daddy, daddddy your cock is so good I’m cumming.”
I felt a flow of warmth dripping down my balls as she collapsed on top of me.
I held her tightly and kissed her forehead as she panted, I could feel her pussy muscles convulsing in pleasure around my hard dick.
She whispered, “daddy, I always wanted to taste your cum…”
She got up and knelt between my legs and started stroking my cock, then licking it with her tongue.
Her lips gently kissed the tip of my penis, and then she swallowed it. I could feel my balls tightening up, and she cupped them in one hand and stroked my cock with the other as she blew me.
I called her name, “I’m going to cum.”
She didn’t relent, she quickened her pace, sucking harder, stroking faster. I emptied my balls in her mouth. Pulsating over and over, cum sprayed into her warm wanting mouth. I could feel her gulping down each ejaculation as I lost complete control of my body. I grabbed her head and pulled her lips down to the base of my cock and kept coming in the back of her throat. She swallowed it all.
We decided to date, and after a few years we tied the knot. Some people might be wondering about the legalities, but I never legally adopted her. My ex-wife and I were only married for about 3 years. My “stepdaughter” moved out when she was 19, almost 20 – but she always treated me with respect and we were pretty good friends. The last we heard, my ex moved to another state, and she might have passed on from a drug overdose. Neither my new wife, nor I want to research it or find out. I guess that's what prompted me to write it on Motherless. She's Motherless - and has been for a long time it seems.
Anyhow: That’s how I met my second wife. We have a lot of fun, and we’re extremely in love and she’s pregnant now. She’s due in 3 months! Everything happens for a reason. Sometimes you have to walk through fire – but understand that things will eventually get better, it just might take some time.
No, that picture isn’t her – I chose it because it looks like her (so much so that it could be her twin lol).
We still do daddy daughter role playing! I’m also ok with her having some fun with women if she wants but she chooses not to.
“You fulfill my fantasies, daddy.”
Real? Fake? I don't really care if anyone believes it - I just needed to vent.
Peace.

I confess that I turned down a drunk, horny teenager begging for sex. I regret it now, but at the time I just couldn't stop wondering if she'd sober up and never want to see me again.

A few years back, I had a job that was far from home and the commute and long hours drained me so much I was nearly falling asleep while driving home. Since my sister lived nearby, she offered her spare room for the days when I was too tired to drive home safely. She and her boyfriend worked night shifts mostly, so I rarely saw them except for briefly over dinner maybe before they left.

One of these nights I took her up on it, they had already gone to work when I got there. I unlock the front door with the spare key they gave me, and walk back to the living room to find my niece and a school friend of hers watching a horror movie. After some brief introductions with her friend, I join them on the couch. Any time I get up and go to the bathroom or to get food and am out of earshot, I can hear them both whispering to each other and giggling. After a while, I fall asleep early on the couch with them still there.

Not long later I wake up, and the both of them have vanished. I get up and call out their names. "We're in the garage," my niece hollers back. I open the door and find them smoking and drinking beer. Not an unusual thing for my sister's daughter; she's always been a bit of a thrill-seeker, and her mom knew about her smoking, drinking and pot. So it wasn't my place to say anything besides a mild "disappointed in you" frown.

NOTE: Drinking age is not 21 everywhere, before anyone accuses me of serving a minor. And in any case, not my house, not my beer, and I never gave them or told them to get one.

Not wanting to be a total jerk, I ask if I can have a beer, too. I sit on the small ledge across from them, my knees up by my chest and light my own smoke. We chat and drink in there for a while until we finish our smokes. The whole time, her friend is keeping kinda quiet. If I engage her in conversation, she blushes and mutters a quiet answer. I just mistake it for shyness, since it's our first time meeting.

The girls are sitting on top of a trunk freezer with their legs crossed. Both of them are wearing loose shorts, but with the mediocre lighting in the garage, the spaces beneath are nearly pitch black. My vivid imagination fills in the blanks, though, and I feel myself swelling in my pants. Being almost 8" and thick erect but tiny when flaccid makes for awkward and painful hardons sometimes. When soft, it'll flop straight down, then as the wood begins, it starts straining to point upwards, to the detriment of the crotch of my pants.

I adjust my legs in a way that shoves my semi-hard cock to the side, not trapped in the downward position anymore. As I'm making the movement, I notice both girls' eyes drop straight to my crotch. I'm not sure how much they saw, but I'm sure it was a show. I pretended I didn't notice their gaze.

We eventually retire to the living room again to put another movie on. More drinking, looser tongues and more familiarity means her friend is finally opening up. The conversation drifts to sex, and they both think it's funny I lost my virginity when I was older than they were. I tell them I've always been shy around girls, and never dated much until after high school. The few I had dated were good relationships, though, so I didn't mind.

Suddenly my niece says "I've always had a huge crush on you." Awkward silence while I think of how to answer that. It's true, ever since she was 13 and started looking at boys, she was looking at me. Being the youngest of my siblings, and with her mother being the eldest, my niece and I are only about 10 years apart in age. As the years went by, it was obvious she had a crush and I didn't do anything to encourage or disuade it, thinking it was just a phase.

On this particular night, I think she and her friend had devised a plan to do something about her desires. That's what all the whispering and giggles were about.

Being a lightweight, I'm pretty well tipsy at this point. I tell her that I think she's beautiful, and if it weren't for the age difference and family relationship, I'd go out with her. The conversation seems to end there and after some silence, drifts back to random things. Around midnight, I drift off to sleep.

A while later, there's a light tugging at my waist. Now if I hadn't been drunk, I think I might've feigned sleep through this. Instead, I startled awake to find my niece in her bra and panties, straddling my knees and undoing my pants. Her beautiful C-cup breasts are barely contained in the lacy cups, and her panties are already wet.

The lights are off, but the moonlight through the windows silhouettes her figure perfectly. Everywhere my eyes look are amazing curves and sexy bits and oh my god, my niece is fucking hot as hell!

She already had the belt undone and the zipper opened, spread to show my boxers and the outline of my rock-hard cock beneath. I can only imagine I slept through some teasing for it to be hard like that.

I tug the jeans together quickly to hide my erection, and glance over to see her friend on another part of the couch quietly. She's laying under a blanket with her eyes closed, but I can tell from her breathing, how red her face is and the squinting around her eyes that she's faking it, keeping her eyes open a sliver. Hoping that I won't see well enough to tell in the dark room.

"Come on, don't be like that. I just want to see your cock," my niece purrs as she slowly gyrates her hips, rubbing her wet panty-clad pussy against my leg. "I swear, I won't do anything else."

"We shouldn't do this," I stammer out. "If your mother found out, she would kill me."

"She won't," she whispered as her hand gripped my cock. Almost as fast as the contact was there, I grabbed her wrists and pull them away and together. This made her lose balance and flop forward on me, her warm breasts falling against my chest.

"But it's not right... we're related," I barely manage to force out of my lungs. At this point I'm finding ways to let her out of this, but god if I wouldn't love to plow her while her friend watched.

Then my drunk brain suddenly thinks, she's not going to take no for an answer. Maybe I should just deflect this and make her pissed off instead. "Maybe if your friend were to do it, it might be okay," I said in as sleazy a way as possible.

It worked. At that point, she cooled off fast. I didn't really think her friend would jump me, she had been too shy at this point, not moving from her vantage point and likely fingering herself under the blankets at the sight of her best friend straddling an older man with a hard cock two inches from her pussy. My niece climbed off me and put her sleeping t-shirt and shorts back on. No words were said at that point, and it was too dark in the room to see her face properly. Since they were sleeping in the living room, I went to the spare room and slept.

The next morning was a Saturday, so no school or work for us. My sister, on the other hand, had an early shift and was out the door early. I came outside for my morning smoke, and the teens are both out there, very quiet. I sit on the porch next to them.

"I dunno about you," my niece begins, "but my head is killing me. I barely remember anything from last night." I raise a skeptical eyebrow as I face her, and she glances quickly at me before looking down again.

"Yeah, me either," I say in a sort of "don't worry, I won't tell" tone of voice. We've never really talked a lot since then, not that I've ever been close with my siblings' side of the family for as long as I remember.

She's now grown into a beautiful woman of 21. We've never talked about what happened that night, though I want to. I want her to know how I still fantasize about that night and what almost happened, and how much I hate my strong morals for turning her down.

While I doubt it, I wonder if somehow she'll read this and pluck up the courage to talk to me about it. And if she was ever interested, I wouldn't turn her down again, but I won't push for something she doesn't want.

Call me fake if you will, I don't give a fuck. I'm not going to drop any details or proof, though I will update if anything should ever happen. I've been thinking of breaking the silence, though I don't know how.

I have thought about posting on here for a while now. A friend told me about this site when I got divorced but I had never been into porn and never visited this site till a few months ago and now I am hooked. I should really give you all a little background on me. You can call me Lisa (my middle name) and the only personal information I will give out. I turned 38 a few days ago. I am very short only 4 foot 11 inches tall with long red hair and I am slim and keep myself in shape. I have always had very small breasts and was teased all the way through school for being flat chested. I got married when i was 21 and divorced at 35. It felt like getting out of prison. My ex was very controling and I lost touch with all my friends. Once I got divorced I had to find a job but I had never worked all my married life and all I could get was a job in a bar. I was quite shy and it took me a few months to open up but became friends with the owner. Laura was a little older than I, 41 and it was her that turned me onto this site. Unlike me she was very loud and made friends easy. She lived in a flat above the pub and like me she was divorced. I had run out of change one afternoon and went to her flat to ask for more. She had told me to come up when ever I needed change and I didn't bother to knock. I walked into her living room and she was sitting on the couch naked as the day she was born fucking herself with a vibrator. I said I was sorry but she just laughed and said not to worry about it, she gave me some change, still naked and smiled at me. All the rest of my shift I couldn't get the image of her naked and masturbating out of my head.
A few days later I was on the late shift with her, she asked me to stay back after and have a drink with her. We got a little drunk and she started talking about sex, she finally got me to talk about my sex life, or total lack of it. I told her how abusive and controling my ex was and that sex with him was a nightmare and had always been about him and not me. It felt good actually talking about it and bared my soul to her.
The next week I was on the close shift again, and I was wearing a short black dress. We were cleaning up and I bent down to put some glasses away and she slapped my bottom. I looked up and she was smilling at me. We finished cleaning and she poured me a vodka. We got a little drunk and I needed to go to the toilet, I came back and she was sitting on the bar totally naked. I froze and didn't know what to say or do. She laughed and said I should join her and just maybe I would like it. I was a little scared because no one had ever seen me naked except my ex but she wouldn't take no for an answer and she unzipped my dress and pulled it down. Now I never wear a bra because my breasts are so small, she pulled my panties down and saw my thick very red bush. She handed me another drink and we sat naked and again the subject turned to sex and masturbation. I felt very exposed at first but to my real surprise It felt very good being naked with her. As we talked her fingers went to her pussy and she was fingering herself in front of me. She told me she used to love doing this with her friends when she was a teen. I told her I had never ever done this with anyone not even my ex. We got pretty drunk and I slid my finger inside myself as she watched. Now that night all that happened was that.

My next late shift was the following Saturday with another girl, Susan. She had worked there for a few years, she was 21 and our most popular barmaid. She is very beautiful. As we were getting close to closing and she came upto me and told me Laura had told her she had done the naked thing with me, and gave me a pat on the bottom. We locked the doors and I got to cleaning up. I was in the gents toilets cleaning them when she walked in pulled up her skirt and laughed and asked if I had ever pissed standing up, something she did right in front of me. I couldn't help but laugh. We finished cleaning and As I went to grab my coat she grabbed me and kissed me. I was in shock, her tongue pushed its way in my mouth and her hands grabbed my ass. She pulled away and told me she had wanted to do that since she first met me and hopped I didn't mind. Her hands were still on my ass and as I looked at her all I could say was no, she kissed me again and this time I kissed her back. I have no idea how long we were kissing abut when we finished Laura was standing watching us, she was naked and had a vibrator in her hand. Susan started to pull my clothes off and before I knew it I was naked. I was pushed onto a seat and she opened my legs and her head was in between my legs. Her tongue found my clit, I am not sure what was going through my head because as soon as her tongue found my clit I was lost. My ex never went down on me and strange as it sounds this was the first time anyone ever had. Susan soon had me cumming, something that never happened before with my ex, the only time I had ever cum before was when I did it myself. When it finished all I could do was lay there, Laura replaced Susan's tongue with the vibrator and as she fucked me with it I watched Susan strip off, my god she was beautiful, her breasts were massive and her nipples were sticking out. I came again and adain and they both took turns with their tongues and vibrator. I have no idea how many times I came or even how long I was there. I was trying to recover and as I did I watched them lick and fuck each other. Laura got us some drinks and asked me if I was OK? All I could do was nod, but inside I was very confused. Laura and Susan sat beside me and Laura ran her fingers over my thick bush and asked if I ever shaved
But that is another story