Daddy's Bedtime Taboo Sex Stories

by Kelly Fleming

  "Well, let's have a look-see then." She said.

  "Oh thank you so much." I said; trying desperately to keep from bursting into tears.

  Stepping over to the utility sink behind her, the young woman ran her hands under the faucet, scrubbed them with the heavy duty, orange scented soap and then dried them with a blue rag out of the wall mounted dispenser. Now in better light, I was able to get my first good look at her. Dressed in a grimy pair of raggedy denim overalls with a men's wife-beater undershirt on underneath them, my eyes were instantly drawn to her broad and muscle clad arms and shoulders. Though they were not quite bodybuilder caliber, they were still very impressive; exquisitely defined and bulging, accentuated by a couple of rather elaborate tattoos.

  Bent over the sink to wash her hands, I couldn't help but here Amanda's words flash through my mind. "One of the most perfect, tight and sumptuous asses I've ever seen." Yep, this young woman's ass was just that. Standing up straight to dry her hands, I could clearly see that though she was clad with muscles, she also had a full set of lovely feminine curves. There was also a long ponytail of dark auburn hair hanging down from under the ball cap on her head. Though she was not nearly as tall as I; probably five-foot-six at the most, she appeared to have long and shapely female legs nonetheless. Grabbing a flashlight off her cluttered workbench and then turning toward me, I got a clear view of her face; it was small and round with an adorable button nose, a cute little mouth and deeply embedded eyes. As she came closer, I could see a small speckling of light freckles on her pale cheeks as well as on her impressive cleavage. She had a surprisingly bountiful bust, which is rather unusual for a woman so muscular. Her stomach was flat and her waist was trim.

  "Anything for a lovely lady." She said with a smile.

  "Thank you. I'm Becky by the way." I said.

  "Sydney." She replied. "But everyone just calls me Syd."

  I led her out of the garage and over to my car. Popping the hood, Syd had me try to start it while she studied the engine. This time the car wheezed, coughed and sputtered, but wouldn't turn over. Syd called for me to stop and I jumped out of the driver's seat and came around the front to stand beside her.

  "Can you tell what's wrong?" I asked.

  "Not sure yet." She said and was quiet for a moment. "So, you say you just dropped your daughter off at college?"

  "That's right."

  "I wouldn't have guessed you old enough to have a daughter in college."

  "That's about the nicest thing anybody has said to me all day." I said; quite touched. "And she's my youngest to boot. My son is twenty-three."

  "Twenty-three?" She said; sounding shocked. "How old are you?"

  "Ah, is this how you question all of your customers about their vehicle problems?

  "No! Now answer my question."

  I had to admit that I found her bluntness rather charming. It is so hard to find a person who is so forthright and direct anymore.

  "I'm forty-four."

  "Amazing."

  "And how old might you be, my dear?"

  "Twenty-six."

  "And you're a mechanic?"

  "No, I'm a movie star. Don't you recognize me? I'm just doing this as research for an upcoming role."

  "And a smart ass too?"

  "Hey, everybody loves some ass; even if it's a smart ass."

  "Actually I think that's everybody loves some ass, but nobody loves a smart ass."

  "What? You don't love me?"

  "Honey, right now, if you can get my car fixed, I'll marry you."

  "Careful; I might just hold you to that." She said and paused. "But I'm afraid I can't fix your car."

  "Why not?"

  "Because it ain't fixable."

  "What do you mean?"

  "Your engine's thrown a rod. That means its history! Dead! Gone! The only fix to this car is to buy a new one."

  "Oh God."

  That was the straw that broke the Camel's back apparently; or snapped my emotional rope, for the next thing I knew I had buried my face in my hands and was sobbing.

  "Hey? Hey, what's this? What's this? Hey, Becky..." Syd said with concern in her voice.

  I felt one of those powerful, muscle clad arms slide around my shoulders and could smell the grime, gas and oil on her, but I didn't care. I turned into her and buried my face on to her broad, muscled shoulder and threw my arms around her. Syd was obviously a tad surprised at my complete breakdown on her and was hesitant at first, but I ultimately felt her powerful arms slide around me as I wept piteously on her shoulder.

  "It's gonna be okay, you know. After all it's just a car." She said trying to be comforting.

  "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." I sobbed. "This just hasn't been my day."

  "Apparently not." She whispered and I felt her grip around me tighten as I continued to sob. "My God. There times I'd give my soul to be able to cry like this."

  "Oh, I hate it!" I sobbed.

  "You wouldn't if you couldn't do it anymore." Syd replied solemnly. "Believe me."

  Syd held me contentedly for another minute or two and then gradually released me as I pulled myself together. Syd cupped her fingers under my chin and lifted my head and I looked into a compassionate; not to mention beautiful pair of stunning icy blue eyes.

  "This isn't about the car, is it?" She stated.

  "No."

  "Then what?"

  "Let's see: My son is on his second tour of duty in Iraq and I haven't seen him in nearly two years; haven't heard from him in nearly five months, so I don't even know for sure if he's alive or dead or wounded or what."

  "Oh Becky...I'm sure he's fine."

  "My husband is cheating on me; has been for at least the last five years. He goes off on his "business trips" to "consult with clients"; only problem is his clients are girls young enough to be his daughter and the only consulting he does depends on how many times a night he can get it up."

  "A man has a gorgeous woman like you at home and he's fucking other women? Hell, George W. Bush wasn't even that stupid." Syd said.

  "Then this morning, I left my baby girl at college. She was so excited. She's all grown up. My God Syd, where the hell has my life gone?" I said and started sobbing again.

  Syd took me in her arms again and held me. It was so bizarre; I didn't even know this girl, yet I felt completely comfortable and safe with her. Of course in my emotional state, I would have probably felt comfortable and safe with Jack the Ripper. Syd let me cry on her shoulder, held me snuggly against her rock hard, powerful body and I sensed an almost maternal warmth emanating from her; rather peculiar considering I was technically old enough to be her mother. At last I cried it all out and Syd slowly released me.

  "Feel better?" She asked with a soft smile.

  "Not really. Probably feel better than I look though."

  "You look beautiful."

  "You are so sweet; reminds me of Amanda."

  "That your daughter?"

  "Yeah."

  "She as pretty as her mother?"

  "She's eighteen."

  "I didn't ask you how old she was. I asked you if she was as pretty as you."

  I scoffed slightly and dug into my purse for my wallet.

  "You are a blunt little thing, aren't you?"

  "Among other things."

  Pulling my wallet from my purse, I opened it, took out Amanda's high school graduation picture and handed it to Syd.

  "So, this is her?"

  "That's my baby girl."

  Syd studied the picture carefully, letting her eyes shoot back and forth between it and me.

  "Nope!" Syd said as she handed the picture back.

  "Nope? What do you mean, nope?" I asked; feeling a flush of defensive anger.

  "She isn't as pretty as her mother." Syd stated matter-of-factly.

  "I'm not exactly sure how to take that." I said as I returned the picture to my wallet and my wallet to my purse.

  "As a complement." She said. "A woman fulfilled is always more beautiful. Sh
e's not completely fulfilled yet."

  "As if I am." I mumbled then cleared my throat. "So, do you know of a good four star hotel in town?"

  "We don't even have a hotel in this town." Syd replied.

  "Figures." I said as I rubbed my face. "God, I must look a fright."

  "Listen, why don't you come on back inside? I've got my little apartment loft over the garage. There's a clean bathroom up there; you could freshen up a bit if you want to and then we can figure out what to do next." Syd suggested.

  "Oh Syd, I don't want to be any trouble."

  "You've already been that; now come on. Besides, what the hell else are you gonna do?"

  "Good point."

  Syd slammed the hood and then led me back into the garage; the night was still mercilessly hot, dry and stale. Syd directed me into the small store room on the far side of the garage where there was a wooden ladder leading up through an attic door in the ceiling.

  "You live here?" I asked.

  "Yeah."

  "Above the garage?"

  "Why not? After all, it's my garage."

  "Yours?"

  "It's been in my family for generations; all the way back to my great grandfather who opened it when he came back from France after the First World War. After he died, my grandfather took it, then my father and now me." Syd told me.

  "Where is your father?" I asked.

  "He's dead. Died a couple of years ago." Syd said matter-of-factly.

  "Oh, I'm so sorry."

  "I'm not."

  "Well, what about your mother?"

  "She died five years ago."

  "Oh honey..." I gasped. "Do you have any brothers or sisters? Uncles or aunts? Husband? Boyfriend? Children? Anybody?"

  "Nope. I'm the last of the line. When I die, so will this place."

  "Surely you'll have a family and children of your own soon."

  "Ah, do you think maybe we could give up on the game of twenty questions?" Syd snapped.

  "I'm sorry."

  "No biggie. Listen, I got a couple of things to finish up down here, so why don't you just go on up. It should be at least fairly cool up there. Like I said, there's a bathroom if you wanna freshen up; there's also some bottled water in the fridge if you're thirsty."

  I studied Syd for a long moment and couldn't help but smile. I don't know if it was her blunt, straightforward approach to life or her sarcastic attitude or just her genuine goodness; I liked her. She was also very pretty; and I knew instinctively that she was the type of girl who didn't realize it, know or even care about it. Without even thinking or hesitation, I stepped over and kissed her on the cheek.

  "Thank you, Sydney." I told her.

  "Syd." She growled.

  "No. Sydney. It's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl."

  "Whatever." She scoffed and sauntered away. "I'll be up in a few."

  "Okay." I called as I wrestled my dress up about my knees and climbed the ladder.

  "And you're welcome." Sydney said as she disappeared into the shop.

  Sydney's loft nearly knocked the wind out of me for it was one hundred percent female; "girly" I guess is the better term. There was an enchanting Victorian style twin bed covered with pink sheets and a soft lavender comforter folded neatly at the foot with fluffed pillows and a herd of stuffed animals lining the cast iron white headboard. There was a hope chest at the foot of the bed, a set of matching bedside tables, each with an antique lamp atop it and a chest of drawers with an attached mirror. There was a lovely Native American throw rug in the center of the room between the bed and the dresser, a sitting area under the window with a loveseat and a tiny kitchenette area in the corner with three cabinets, a mini-fridge and microwave. There was also a small kitchen table with two chairs along the opposite wall, right next to the small entertainment center. I couldn't help but get a lump in my throat for Sydney's loft reminded me so much of Amanda's new dorm room.

  Stepping into the small bathroom, my nostrils were flooded with a heavenly scent of fresh cinnamon potpourri; and it, just like the bedroom, was all female. I washed my face and hands in cool water then applied some mascara, eyeliner, lipstick, powder base and rouge. Borrowing some of Sydney's toothpaste, I "fingered" my teeth and even flossed them before running a brush through my long hair and spraying on some fresh perfume. Giving myself a quick once over in the mirror, I shrugged sheepishly and then exited the bathroom. I then spotted a few picture frames on one of the bedside tables, so I sauntered over, sat on the edge of the bed and picked one up just as Sydney came up the ladder.

  "Honey, I'm home." She said playfully.

  "How was your day, dear?" I replied playing along.

  Sydney kicked off her boots and slipped off her socks by the ladder as we played Ward and June.

  "Very interesting; had this really pretty lady wander into the shop tonight with a blown engine rod."

  "Oh no!" I gasped. "The poor thing."

  "Boy, you sure clean up good." Sydney said as she studied me and whistled.

  "Oh...Thank you." I said and blushed. "And I just love your loft, Sydney."

  "Not exactly what you were expecting is it?"

  "Honestly...No."

  "Well, I'm glad you like it." Sydney said.

  "I do."

  "That's my Mom by the way; the picture you're holding." Sydney said as she came over and sat beside me on the bed.

  "Kind of thought so." I said. "And what about these others?"

  "That's my Dad there; those are my grandparents there and that one there is my great grandfather just after he opened this place in 1919. And that goofy little thing there is me when I was four." Sydney said as she pointed each picture out to me.

  I set the picture of her mother down and picked up the one of a young and adorable little Sydney.

  "This is you?" I said excitedly.

  "Yep, that's me." She replied sheepishly. "Goofy looking, wasn't I?"

  "You were precious." I snapped. "So cute; my God. Look at all those freckles you had."

  "Yeah, I guess I was kinda cute." Sydney finally admitted.

  "And you still are. Quite a bit buffer and leaner, but still very cute." I said as I set the picture down.

  "You like cute, buff and lean girls, Becky?" Sydney asked.

  "Yes I do, as a matter of fact." I replied as I smiled at her.

  "Good." Sydney said as she removed her hat and tossed it on the floor; her long and thick auburn hair was glossy from sweat, but oh so beautiful.

  Instantly, Sydney firmly took my head in both her hands and crushed her mouth to mine; her tongue literally burrowing its way through my lips as her mouth sealed over mine. My body went totally rigid; every muscle seized and I strained desperately to pull out, but Sydney's grip on my head was powerful. And as freaked as I was about what was happening just then, there was a part of me that was thrilled. It had been so long since I'd known the intimate touch of a lover's kiss; the wondrous feel of their hands on my body, and most of all, the feeling that somebody actually desired me.

  I managed to break free from Sydney's hungry mouth and struggled against the grip of her hands on my head.

  "Sydney, what are you doing?" I gasped; my breathing was quite labored and my heart was pounding. "We can't do this!"

  "Why not?" Sydney hissed and took my mouth again; and again I pushed away.

  "Sydney, this isn't right...I mean, I... Oh God!" I tried desperately to reason, but Sydney then started licking and suckling deeply on my chin, jaw line and finally down to my neck, where she really dug in. "No!...No, this isn't...OOHHH...No! No, I'm old enough to be your...MMMMM....And plus, we're both...Oh my God, baby!" I moaned as Sydney continued feasting on my neck with that incredibly talented mouth and tongue.

  I was fast being consumed by burning passion; a kind I'd never before encountered.

  "Becky? Does this feel good?" Sydney hissed as she ran her tongue up my neck and over my chin.

  "Oh God, yes." I moaned in sheer ecstasy and euphoria.

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nbsp; "Then why don't you just shut up and enjoy it. There's a lot more where this came from." Sydney whispered.

  "Oh God!" I hissed and took her mouth passionately.

  I practically leapt into Sydney's lap as our mouths seared together and I felt those big, muscle bound arms of hers wrap around me. Though I'd never been with a woman before or ever really considered it, Sydney had captured me in a way I hadn't been in many years; possibly ever. Just having another person so hungry and passionate for the want and desire of me nearly brought me to tears; not to mention the feel of a young, powerful and buxom body against me and all around me was wondrous. You don't realize just how important passionate physical contact and intimate physical affection are until you don't get them for a long time; or worse yet, when you lose them from the person who swore to love, honor and cherish you until death do you part.

  As our mouths made love to each other and as Sydney cradled my long body in her arms, nothing else at that moment mattered at all. I didn't care that she was another woman and I didn't care that she was young enough to be my daughter. All I cared about was that she desperately wanted to love me; so I was damn well gonna let her. I wanted it! I needed it!

  Pushing me down on my back, Sydney pinned my arms down on the soft mattress as she continued ravaging my mouth with her own. Her lips were soft and sweet; her mouth was a cauldron of passionate heat and very possessive. Sydney was a sensational kisser; better than any man I'd ever kissed. Pressing her body down against mine as that ravenous mouth lathered my neck with suckling kisses, luxurious licks and sensual nips, my eyes were spinning as the passion consumed me. Sydney then snatched the hem smocked hem of my dress just above my breasts in her teeth, tugged it upward as she growled like a feral beast and then released it. Rolling off and up onto her knees, Sydney slipped my sandals off then took the bottom hem of my dress in her hands and lifted it up as she slowly spread my legs. My body tingled with intense eroticism and quivers of unbridled desire shot up my spine as Sydney pushed my dress up to my waist, sensually licking, kissing and caressing the soft skin of my long legs. I lifted my hips so Sydney could push my dress past my waist and up to my breasts; but she didn't stop there.

  "Sit up." She whispered. "I want to see all of this gorgeous body right now!"