I have decided to start a new series of stories centered around a wealthy uncle and his kinky adventures as a Sugar Daddy. Reader feedback will determine if the series continues beyond this first one.

Based upon the relationship of the characters in this story, it will be my first submission to the Incest and Taboo category.

All sexually active characters are over the age of 18.

As I finished the last stretch of my morning run, I saw a familiar figure walking away from my townhouse's front door. She saw me approaching, stopped, and turned her smiling face towards me. I couldn't help but return her smile.

"Eloise," I said, "What a pleasant surprise. What brings you to this neck of the woods?"

My sister-in-law, Eloise Lacayo-Burgess had married my older brother seven years ago and lived with him and her two daughters in a blighted city south of Atlanta, called Hapeville. While I had always made it clear that all of them were welcome to visit me at my townhouse in Athens, it was a rarity for them to do so.

I was convinced that concern over whether their unreliable vehicles would get them here and back had contributed to their decisions not to visit more often. That had been the major consideration in my decision to give Eloise my seven-year-old Volvo when I upgraded three months ago. Recognizing my former car parked along the curb in front of my townhouse told me that I had made the right decision.

Despite only being two years apart, my older brother, Jasper, and I were never what anyone would consider "close". He was always the privileged oldest son who grew up to be a flighty intellectual who felt that he was too good for corporate life. He did hold a doctorate from Walden University in social work and focused his attention on trying to improve the lives of Native Americans living on the reservations around the southeast United States.

Eloise stretched up, placed her arms around my neck, and planted a smoldering kiss on my lips, with ample tongue. The heated passion expressed in her kiss made me recall the time seven and a half years ago when...

~~~

"Hello?" I said as I answered my ringing cell phone.

"Hi Drey, this is Eloise Lacayo. Do you remember me?"

What male of the human species could forget someone as sexy and sensuous as Eloise Lacayo? Her enticing Latino beauty was packaged into a smoldering hot little body that combined youthful innocence with mature sexual promise. Barely five feet tall, she could easily be mistaken for a teenager, and she frequently wore her hair and dressed in fashions that emphasized that fact. No one who had the opportunity to glance at her tight body and firm stomach would suspect that at 28 years old, Eloise was the mother of two girls, aged eleven and ten. They were "Irish twins", born eleven and a half months apart.

"Sure, Eloise. Jasper introduced us on my last birthday. I enjoyed spending time with you, even if we ignored everyone else at the party in the process. How have you been?"

"I'm okay, I guess."

I could sense the hesitancy in her voice, and waited for her to continue. I was confused by her contacting me since she and Jasper had seemed to be moving towards exploring a serious relationship of some sort. She had been a homeless single mother with two adolescent daughters when Jasper had found them on the streets of Atlanta and taken them in. Not that life in his house would have been much better than one of the city shelters.

Finally, she continued, "I am trying to get home from Charlotte but I only had enough of the fare amount to get me to Athens on the bus. I was wondering if I could impose on you to pick me up and help me get the rest of the way home?"

It was already after eight on a Friday night and I wasn't keen on driving to and from Atlanta. I asked, "Are you at the Greyhound station?"

"Yes," Eloise replied.

"How much is the fare from there to Atlanta?" I asked. It couldn't be too much and I could probably use a credit card to buy her a ticket online.

Eloise sighed and said, "It's $23.75, but the last bus for the day has already left the station and there isn't another one until tomorrow morning. I really would prefer not to have to spend the night here if possible. Do you think you could help me?"

That made the decision easy for me. "I'll be there in twenty minutes," I assured her. "Watch for a silver Volvo convertible in the pick-up area in front of the station."

She was waiting with her one bag at the curb. I pulled up and put the car into the park so that I could release the trunk before getting out and opening the passenger door for her. She hit me with her ten-thousand mega-watt smile and handed me her bag before sliding onto the seat. I deposited her bag in the trunk on my way back to the driver's side. We were pulling onto the street within fifteen seconds of my arrival.

She turned towards me and said, "I appreciate this, Drey. I tried to get Jasper to drive over to pick me up but his car is low on gas and he wouldn't trust it to make the trip anyway."

I shook my head in dismay over my older brother's continued lack of responsibility towards Eloise and her daughters. While he had stated a desire to make a family with them, was he ever going to man up and get the type of career that would allow him to properly support himself, let alone three women? He was essentially doing volunteer work while gathering data for yet another scholarly publication on the poverty being faced by Native Americans, yet he was living in worse poverty himself and dragging Eloise and her daughters into the same situation.

"It's not a problem," I assured her. "I'll get you home and then see what I can do to help Jasper with his car. How are your girls? Luna and Terra, if I remember right."

Eloise beamed at my remembering the details about her daughters. She replied, "They're fine. Luna is eleven going on thirty and Terra is ten and right behind her sister. Jasper isn't expecting me back until tomorrow, so if you would rather wait until the morning to make arrangements, I could just crash at your place and save you the trip tonight. As long as I wouldn't be interrupting anything..."

"That sounds like a much better plan to me," I said. "I have plenty of space and it will give us a chance to get to know each other better. I mean, I don't know your feelings on the matter, but Jasper has hinted that you might become my sister-in-law someday soon."

"Drey, you must know that I have always found you extremely attractive."

Her response almost made me swerve from my lane as my head snapped around to face her. She continued, "Jasper and I aren't married yet, and I'm not convinced at this time whether we ever will be. He's a wonderful, caring, and compassionate man, and my girls adore him, but the spark we felt for each other after he rescued us hasn't ignited in me the way that it has with him. Please don't say anything to him, because I am trying very hard to fall in love with him the way that he deserves. One of the things inhibiting that is my attraction to his brother. I need to get you out of my system if that is possible."

"What exactly do you mean by that?" I asked.

Her actions spoke much louder than her words over the next two nights. In between dozens of mind-blowing orgasms for both of us, she had described her life to me.

Eloise had rebelled against her strict parents and her Catholic upbringing by becoming a world-class drug and alcohol-abusing slut. Both of her daughters had different sperm donor fathers, and were it not for the six abortions that she had received before she had turned twenty-five, she would have far more children to try to care for. She had eventually pulled herself out of the gutter, and with the help of Jasper, began to make a safe and secure home for herself and her daughters.

When Eloise wasn't baring her soul and revealing her life history to me, she was an insatiable whore who recognized no boundaries where sexual activities were concerned. While some holes, such as her tight, wet pussy were preferred, none were barred, and all milked the cum from my balls several times over the two days. If this woman did decide to spend the rest of her life with my brother, he would be fortunate to survive.

Did I feel any recriminations over repeatedly fucking the woman that my brother claimed to love? Maybe a little, but I justified it in my mind with the fact that they hadn't yet even pledged exclusivity to each other, and the knowledge that for me at least, it would only be animalistic sex with Eloise. My ex-wife, Leah, had damaged me too much with her betrayal to allow the trust that any meaningful relationship with Eloise or any other woman would require.

~~~

Breaking the kiss, Eloise smiled up at me and asked, "Can we go inside and talk? I need to ask a favor of you."

Although her kiss wouldn't pass the "husband test" by anyone's definition, it was typical of Eloise and I inferred nothing more from it. She had never offered or even hinted at a repeat of our carnal adventures and we had both completely respected her marriage over the years. The memories were vivid, but they remained just memories.

I unlocked the front door and allowed her to lead the way into the familiar space. While I might not act on my desires, I did have them. Her blue jean-clad ass was just as tight, round, and enticing as it had ever been. Anyone watching Eloise walk from behind would see the nubile body of a teenage girl and never suspect that they were seeing that of a thirty-five-year-old woman. Even an examination of her face would leave most people convinced that she was too young to drink adult beverages.

"Would you like some lemonade?" I asked her when she had stopped at my dining room table and prepared to take a seat.

"As long as it's just regular lemonade, that would be nice," she said.

I almost felt insulted that Eloise saw a need to remind me that she no longer touched anything with the slightest hint of alcohol in it. I had hoped that she would know by now that I would always protect her and her sobriety, but I ignored her comment and poured her a glass of cold lemonade from my refrigerator and delivered it to her at the table. I took a seat across from her and waited.

The life that my brother had provided to Eloise and her daughters was anything but glamorous, but it had presented them with a level of safety and security that they had never known before. As impoverished as their life remained, Jasper showed his love and commitment to all of them as best he could. This had allowed Eloise and her daughters to gain self-confidence and strength, which I saw in the expression of the woman across from me.

The hesitancy in Eloise asking for the favor that she had mentioned outside was not due to nervousness. I sensed that she was revisiting her planned speech to me to ensure that she had selected the right words. Locking her eyes on mine, she finally spoke, "Luna will be coming by to see you this afternoon."

"Luna?" I asked. "Why is she coming to see me and how is she getting here?"

I should probably pause here and provide a little backstory on myself. My name is Dresden Burgess, but my friends and family call me Drey. I am a forty-year-old, semi-retired Dermatologist, divorced for ten years from my cheating ex-wife Leah. I was fortunate that her betrayal occurred when it did, however, because I had come into our marriage with nothing, and at the time of our divorce, I was in my first year of residency so I still had most of the "nothing" that I had started with.

She left me with less than half of nothing in the divorce, but included in that "nothing" left behind was my ideas for a tissue fragmenting process using technologies similar to those in traditional inkjet printers. My idea involved the combination of bioprinting techniques with biological self-assembly. This approach exploited the intrinsic capacity of closely spaced skin tissue cell fragments to fuse, otherwise known as tissue fluidity.

I used commercially available components to build, and human cadavers donated to the University of Georgia School of Medicine to test, a printer that could print skin cells directly onto a burn wound. A scanner would first determine the size and depth of the wound, and this information was passed to the printer. After the relevant cells had been cultivated, the bioprinter applied the correct cell types at the correct depth to cover the wound. I demonstrated that, unlike traditional skin grafts, a doctor would only require a patch of skin one-tenth the size of the burn to be able to grow enough skin cells for skin printing.

I retain all patent rights for the technology, but there are currently fifteen companies around the globe paying me obscene amounts of money to license my process and paying me exorbitant consulting fees to help them cultivate the required cells. Suffice it to say, I am wealthier than any man has a right to be, but I try not to flaunt it. Eloise and her girls know of my financial situation, but they have never asked me for anything material.

That doesn't mean that I haven't lavished gifts on them over the years. Small pieces of jewelry, such as diamond stud earrings when each girl got her ears pierced, or buying each of them a smartphone and paying for their plans that would enable them to keep Eloise and Jasper informed of their whereabouts, those sorts of things. They had never asked for anything but showed their gratitude when I offered things to them. I was their "Uncle Drey", and they knew that I loved each of them.

"Luna is coming to see you because she is following my advice," Eloise said. "I need you to listen to what she has to say with an open mind."

I had never seen a more serious expression on Eloise's face. I asked, "Is she in some kind of trouble?"

Shaking her head, Eloise replied, "Not yet, and hopefully you'll be able to help keep her out of trouble."

"Can you elaborate?" I asked.

Eloise sighed and said, "Drey, you have seen my daughters and you can't deny that physically, they take after me..."

I nodded and said, "You three could pass as triplet sisters."

"Exactly, but the similarities run deeper," she explained. "It appears that Luna, at least, has also inherited my early and hyperactive libido. She's young, gorgeous, and bright, and she knows it. She's also admitted that she's hornier than hell almost constantly. Fortunately, she has been able to remain more discrete in her sexual activities than I ever was."

From what Eloise had shared with me about her past, I guess that I shouldn't be surprised that her daughter held the same nymphomaniac tendencies, but I didn't understand my role in the situation. I told Eloise as much.

She replied, "As you know, Luna will be starting at UGA soon. Her tuition and books will be covered almost entirely by the scholarships that she was been granted, but she is concerned about covering other expenses. Here, look at this..."

She turned her cell phone around so that I could see the screen. The reason for Eloise's concern became immediately clear.

"She's considering becoming an escort?" I asked in astonishment.

I mean, Luna was drop-dead gorgeous, just like her mother, and I'm sure that she could earn plenty as a paid escort, depending upon the services she was willing to provide her clients. After Eloise's explanation about Luna's sexual awakening, I concluded that she would be willing to become a "full-service" escort.

Nodding in the affirmative, Eloise said, "This particular service is based here in Athens and employs mostly college girls. Luna made an appointment for an interview with them this afternoon, but I convinced her to come and talk to you first. She loves and respects you and I'm hoping that you can point her towards other options."

"Of course, I will," I assured Eloise. "Hell, I offered to pay for her entire college education but she refused. Maybe she'll be more receptive to allowing me to help her out with the other expenses so she is free to focus on her education."

Eloise shook her head and said, "She won't do that either. I already suggested it."

I sat silently pondering her comment, trying to think of a way to convince Luna to accept my financial assistance over selling her body.

Eloise interrupted my musings, "Drey, you know that I love you. If you had been marriage material seven years ago my girls would have you as a stepfather. I'm not convinced that I wouldn't leave Jasper for you today if you would have me, but I know that you're still too damaged to even consider that and too moral to ever fool around with a married woman, especially after what Leah did to you."

She lifted her glass to her lips and drained the remainder of her lemonade before rising from her chair. Eloise said, "I planted the seed of an idea in Luna's head. I'm hoping that by the time she gets here to see you, it will have sprouted roots and taken a firm hold in her consciousness as the best option for her. I simply ask that you listen to her and consider what is best for her future. Will you do that for me?"

I rose to join her and asked, "What time should I expect her?"

The sound of my doorbell brought a playful grin to Eloise's face. She said, "Right about now."

Well, that answered my earlier question about how Luna was going to get here. Mother and daughter had driven here together. Luna must have been making herself scarce for a predetermined period while her mom set the stage for her, whatever that might be.

Following Eloise to the front door, I asked, "Are you going to be waiting for her?"

Opening the door, Eloise smiled at her oldest daughter and said to me, "I don't think that will be necessary. Call me after you two have talked, and if I have to, I'll come back to get her."

Eloise stepped out onto the porch and hugged Luna before quickly striding to her car. I glanced down at my niece and saw her sweet smiling face looking back at me. She had a small purse on one shoulder and a small rolling suitcase beside her. Interesting.

I took the handle of the suitcase and said, "Hi, Sweety. Come on in."

Luna was dressed as if she had just finished tennis practice but as far as I knew, she didn't play tennis. The short white pleated skirt hugged her waist and came to her mid-thigh. It worked wonderfully to showcase her beautifully toned legs. Legs virtually identical to the ones that her mother had once willingly spread for me before wrapping them around my torso as I pumped into her. Stop it! Those aren't appropriate thoughts for me to have about my niece.

Leaving her luggage in the foyer, I led Luna into the dining room where her mother and I had recently been conversing about her. Pulling out a chair for her, I asked, "Would you like something to drink?"

"Do you have any beer?" she asked coquettishly.

Luna was eighteen, and as far as I was concerned, an adult. My reluctance to serve her a beer had nothing to do with her age and everything to do with the potential that she might have inherited more than her supposed high libido from her mother. I didn't want to start her down the road toward the same addiction issues that Eloise had struggled to overcome. I would have to introduce libations to her slowly and carefully.

"Lemonade it is," I replied and headed into the kitchen to get her a glass, ignoring the adorable pout that appeared on her face and the quite visible evidence that Luna wasn't wearing anything under the pink polo shirt that she had on.

When I returned, Luna had her cell phone in her hands, and it appeared that she was texting someone.

"Your mom?" I asked, indicating her phone.

Luna looked up at me and said, "No, someone that I have an appointment with later today. They were texting me to confirm that I was still coming."

I took my seat across from her and said, "If it's that escort service that your mom told me about, I hope you told them that you had changed your mind and wouldn't be there."

Blushing slightly, Luna said, "I haven't turned them down yet. I'm still considering what they have to offer."

I studied her more closely. Luna was everything that Elois had mentioned; beautiful, intelligent, and possessing the same youthful innocence as her mother. What she lacked were street smarts. A developed degree of common sense that would allow her to realize when someone was attempting to take advantage of her. Eloise had eventually developed that degree of common sense which had allowed her to survive on the street, but it had taken her years and a lot of emotional scars to achieve it.

"As I understand from your mother," I began, "you're looking for a way to earn money while you are attending college to help you pay for necessities not covered by your scholarships. What have you explored so far besides being a paid escort?"

Luna squared her shoulders and said, "If I want to finish my undergraduate program in three years, in addition to participating in specific internship programs during the summer breaks, my options for part-time work are very limited. Most employers won't offer the amount of schedule flexibility that I will need and those that might offer it pay minimum wage at best. Even being an escort will be limiting because I'm not twenty-one yet and I've heard that a lot of clients won't want someone that they can't take to bars and clubs due to her age."

"That's probably true," I agreed.

She continued, "Becoming a stripper is an option, but it wouldn't provide me with the level of anonymity that I want. There are very few college guys or professors who could afford to pay for an escort for a night, but almost anyone could afford to go to a strip club. It would be much more likely that someone from school would recognize me and then it could impact my reputation and hinder my chances for the internships I seek."

It appeared that Luna had given this some serious thought. I asked, "Have you considered being a tutor, participating in paid research projects, or anything along those lines?"

Nodding, she said, "No one would want a freshman as a tutor, no matter how much actual knowledge I might have in any particular subject. As far as research projects are concerned, those are offered first to students majoring in a particular research discipline. It could take me months, if not longer, to be offered anything along those lines. I can't wait that long to start earning money."

"Have you established how much money you might need each month?" I asked.

"If I get into one of the dorms, I could get by on under a thousand dollars a month, but then it would take me longer to save up to buy a car. I was told that I could earn between two and three thousand dollars a month as an escort, so I'm setting that as my target."

I rose and held my hand out to Luna. She took it and I helped her to her feet. "Follow me," I said.

Leading her into the living room, I positioned her at one end of the couch and motioned for her to take a seat. Sitting in my recliner across from her, I said, "Sweety, let me help you. I am prepared to buy you a car and pay all of your expenses, plus give you a generous allowance each month if you'll let me."

Luna was shaking her head before I finished. I asked, "Why?"

"Uncle Drey, I know that you think nothing of spending money on me, Terra, or our mom. But we weren't raised to accept anything that we haven't earned..."

"Aren't gifts different?" I asked her.

"Yes, if they're reasonable and appropriate," Luna agreed. "The amount we're talking about for my expenses and everything will be close to fifty thousand dollars while I am in college. That's too much for me to accept without giving something in return."

I considered her response and was just about to counter it when Luna said, "My mom gave me something to think about and suggested that you and I discuss it as an option. Did she mention it to you?"

"She mentioned that she had planted some seed in your mind and hoped that it would take root, but she didn't share what that seed was. Is that what you're talking about?"

Luna stood and approached the chair where I was sitting. She then did something that she hadn't done in almost six years; she sat on my lap and put her arm around me. Once settled, she asked, "Uncle Drey, do you know what a 'Sugar Daddy' is?"

Fuck! Leave it to Eloise to come up with an idea like this. If I didn't know her as well as I did, I would say that she was pimping out her daughter. Instead, I saw her logic at work here. She knew that Luna would not accept my financial support out of hand. She was also fearful of the options that Luna was considering to earn money on her own. Coupled with these, Eloise had made it clear in our conversation that Luna was beginning to seriously explore her sexuality and as her mother, she wanted that to be managed in ways that would allow Luna to learn safely.

She wanted me to be in a position that Luna would find acceptable for receiving the financial support that she needed and by indebting herself to me for that financial support, she would focus all of her sexual explorations on me rather than random strangers. Okay, let's think about this...

"That was the seed that your mom planted?" I asked. "She suggested that you ask me to be your Sugar Daddy? I'm old enough to be your father."

Luna giggled and kissed my cheek before saying, "You're a hunk and all of us know it. According to my mom, if you weren't so damaged by your first wife, you would have become my stepdad instead of my uncle. That might have made the idea a little kinkier, but it wouldn't have diminished my interest in you one bit. Uncle Drey, you have been my fantasy from my first orgasm to my last. I would have sex with you without getting anything in return, but if we can come to an arrangement that allows me to provide you with companionship, sexual favors, and whatever else you feel comfortable with..."

I was thinking out loud when I asked, "How did your mom ever come up with this idea?"

"She told me that you were the best lover that she ever had and that I would learn things from you that few other partners would ever be able to show me. I would have sex with you just for the opportunity to experience what my mom did with you. Please consider what we could do for each other."

I lifted Luna off my lap and carried her back into the dining room where I placed her back onto the chair that she had previously occupied. "Wait here," I instructed as I went to the wet bar and fixed myself a rum and cola. "Fuck it," I thought as I quickly made a slightly weaker one for Luna and carried them back to the table.

"Who else knows about this idea besides you and your mom?" I asked.

Luna took a sip of her drink and smiled. "As far as I know, no one," she said.

I nodded and asked, "So, how do you and your mom see this working out?"

"She said that it should be worked out between you and me. Do you have any suggestions on how you would see things working with you as my Sugar Daddy?" Luna sounded as excited as a kid on Christmas morning.

I took my time considering this plan as Luna was finishing her drink, watching me the whole time. When I finished my drink, I pushed my glass to the side of the table, and said, "Come here," I scooted my chair back about a foot.

Luna left her glass on the table and rose. She walked around to stand beside where I sat. Taking her hand, I positioned her to stand between me and the table as she faced me. I moved my hands to her hips and deftly lifted her so that she sat on the edge of the table right in front of me. She couldn't weigh more than a hundred pounds soaking wet.

"This will only work if I am the parent and you are the child. Those are our roles. You will graciously accept everything I do for you, all that I give you, and all that I teach you. Are you prepared to be a well-behaved and obedient Sugar Baby?"

Without a second of hesitation, Luna squealed, "Oh, yes, Daddy."

I placed my hands on each of her knees and slowly pushed her legs apart, spreading them as far as they would go while Luna was seated. I then pulled her forward until her panty-clad ass was positioned at the very edge of the table.

Her breaths were becoming little gasps as the anticipation of what I was intending raced through her thoughts. Eloise had claimed knowledge of Luna's sexual activities, but she hadn't shared any of the details. I wondered just how advanced her activities had been so far. I could tell that her young body had learned how to become aroused. That was obvious from the growing damp spot on her panties and the brightening "high beams" depicted by her nipples.

I decided not to explain myself to Luna. I would do what I wanted to her, and then answer her questions or discuss her feelings after the fact. Reaching under her skirt with both hands, I found the waistband for her panties and began pulling them down. Almost instinctively, Luna raised her ass off the table to allow the garment to pass underneath and then brought her legs together so that the panties could be fully removed. The instant that the panties cleared her sneakers, she spread her legs once more.

A human's olfactory sense can produce some of the strongest memories in our brains. That was certainly the case with the scent of Luna's arousal. It had been faintly evident before, but once her panties were removed, my senses were bombarded by a smell that had been embedded in my brain for over seven years. Mother and daughter looked alike, sounded alike, and smelled alike, and I was in heaven. I gazed up at Luna and saw her biting her lower lip. "Take off your top," I said.

It took her a few seconds to get the bottom of the polo shirt completely free from the waistband of her skirt, but once that was done, she ripped it over her head in a single motion.

I sat and admired her perfect full and firm C-cup breasts. Luna seemed pleased with my admiration as she fondled her breasts while patiently awaiting further instructions from me. I didn't make her wait too long, "Hand it to me, please."

She did as I instructed and watched as I then slowly folded and rolled the shirt until it was about a six-inch-long cylindrical shape. I handed it to her and said, "Lie back and place this under your head as a sort of pillow."

"Can I release my hair, Daddy?" she asked. Her shoulder-length hair was being held in the back by a faux wood barrette which I now noticed would be right where her head would meet the improvised pillow. That would not be comfortable.

"Sure, Baby, go ahead."

Luna smiled brightly as she removed the barrette and shook her head to loosen her satiny dark brown hair completely. She held the rolled shirt against the back of her head with one hand as she slowly lowered her body onto the top of the dining room table. I watched her hands return to her breasts while I took my time, letting her anticipation build as she pondered her consensual vulnerability. Her most intimate parts were exposed to me, and her limited sexual experiences would leave her uncertain about what was to happen next.

Leaning forward, I lifted her skirt and kissed her taught stomach mere inches above her soft, curly pubic hair. She had two features that again were similar to her mother; first, she trimmed but didn't shave her pubic hair. That was important to me because bald genitals belonged to a prepubescent girl, and I didn't find that idea attractive in the least. Second, she had tan lines from her bikini. I find the illusion of playing in the paler skin of a woman's hidden treasures extremely arousing.

Luna felt the same way if her soft moans were any indication. Capturing tufts of her pubic hair between two of my fingers, I gently pulled, an action that simultaneously pulled the skin above her clitoris tighter and exposed her tiny pleasure bud to my ready tongue. I teased her with a light flick of my tongue. Just enough to let her know that I had located this point of pleasure, but not enough to provide very much stimulation to it.

A gasp of surprise escaped Luna's mouth as I lifted her legs and placed one over each of my shoulders. I then placed a hand at the back of each thigh and pushed them back to expose her more completely to me. A small puddle of her arousal had already formed on the edge of the table. God, this girl was a wet one! Then I remembered how many sets of sheets Eloise and I had burned through in two days. Like mother like daughter.

I dropped my head lower until the tip of my tongue found the rosebud opening to her ass. The heat emanating from her onto my tongue was amazing and felt ten to twenty degrees warmer than the rest of her body, Luna briefly squealed in surprise at the intrusion of my tongue forcing itself inside her ass.

"Oh, God," she moaned. "Daddy, that feels so nasty but so good."

Being only eighteen and likely having been exposed only to inexperienced boys or men interested solely in their pleasure, I had assumed that she had never experienced having her ass rimmed, and it looks like I was correct. Good. Later she'll get the opportunity to return the favor, just as her mother had.

I couldn't keep my tongue inside her asshole for too long because her juices were flowing heavier and heavier. With my tongue positioned to capture every drop that trickled from her pussy, I needed to swallow frequently as the deposits accumulated. "No worries," I thought as I slowly inserted the pinky finger on my right hand into her ass as a replacement for my tongue. Baby steps.

I once heard an interview with a couple of female porn stars on the Howard Stern show or something similar. I don't recall the names of these women, but I do remember their mocking appraisal of men's cunnilingus skills. They asserted that men were far too focused on trying to fuck a woman with their tongues rather than trying to please her properly with sufficient stimulating attention to her clitoris.

Although no woman has ever complained about my oral skills, I did consider what these two porn stars had said while mentally reviewing my techniques where pleasuring a woman with my mouth was concerned. I admitted to myself that if a woman's arousal was flavorful, I probably did tend to spend more time with my tongue between the lips of her pussy, selfishly savoring the taste.

I also recalled how stimulating a woman's clitoris frequently increased her arousal, which led to more tasty secretions for me to savor. Adjusting my technique with a few subsequent partners allowed me to develop the process that Eloise had experienced, and which Luna would share. I slowly moved my tongue up from her finger-occupied asshole until it made contact with the lowest part of her vaginal opening.

As I anticipated, there was a significant pool of her nectar waiting for me just inside her opening. I quickly lapped this up as Luna quivered. I replaced my tongue with my ring finger and began to slowly slide it in and out of her flaming hot pussy, while softly nibbling on her labia on my mouth's journey north. For several minutes, I teased her labia with my mouth as I inserted a second finger in her pussy to gently probe her G-spot.

Luna was panting heavily and I could feel her ass and pussy both pulsing around the respective fingers. I couldn't believe that she was already on the verge of an orgasm. I contemplated letting her calm down some but then decided to let her get the first one out of the way. We still had a lot of things to discuss.

The intensity of her orgasm as I took her clitoris between my lips and sucked on it for the first time was unbelievable. Luna's screams of ecstasy rattled the windows of my townhouse and her back arched so far off the table that I was afraid she would injure her spine. Her muscular thighs clamped together against my head so tightly that my ears began to throb from the pressure.

Luna kept crying "Daddy...Daddy...Daddy" in slowly decreasing volume for several minutes as her orgasms peaked and then slowly subsided. I had released her clit, and slowed the stroking of her ass and pussy with my fingers but I kept the minor stimulation going as she calmed. When she finally laid flat on the table again, softly cooing to the pleasures of my fingers alone, I slowly removed them.

I stood so that I could look down on her beautiful face as I brought the three sticky fingers to her mouth. Her post-coital glow was matched by the broad smile that appeared immediately before she grabbed my hand, pulled each finger into her mouth, and lavished them with her tongue. When she was satisfied that the fingers held no more of her flavor on them, she released my hand and said, "Please, Daddy, I want some more."

Taking her hands into mine, I pulled Luna up into a sitting position on the edge of the table once more. I said, "You did real good following my instructions, Baby. That is a positive indication to me that you can graciously accept what I do for you and that we can come to some arrangement that suits both of us. Why don't we both get cleaned up and dressed so that we can discuss things further before I take you out to dinner?"

Luna threw her arms around my neck and did a spectacular job of emulating the passionate kiss that Eloise had delivered a little over an hour earlier. Still kissing her, I picked her up and carried her upstairs to the master bath. "Can we shower together, Daddy?" she asked when I had set her down to turn on the large walk-in shower.

"Of course, Baby. You get yourself ready while I bring your bag up. Do you want me to get the barrette for your hair?

Reaching for the zipper of her skirt, Luna said, "Yes, please. I can use it to keep my hair up out of the water so we don't have to wait for it to dry."

"I'll be right back, Baby."

I had noticed earlier that Luna's small suitcase didn't weigh very much, which implied that it didn't have a lot in it. Jasper's meager income had never allowed Eloise and the girls to shop for clothes anywhere other than thrift stores, and even those visits were rare. The majority of their clothes had come from charities that supported abused women and children with donated clothing. We would make do with what Luna had brought with her for tonight, but tomorrow things were going to change.

After depositing the suitcase at the foot of the bed, I returned to the bathroom and handed Luna the barrette for her hair. While undressing, I watched Luna in front of the mirror and marveled again at the similarities between her and Eloise. By the time I had my shorts off, my cock was standing proudly at full staff. Luna finished securing her hair to the top of her head and turned to face me at the instant that my shorts cleared my feet.

"Oh my God! Daddy, I love your dick!"

Without preamble, Luna rushed to stand in front of me and tried to encircle my shaft with her hands, neither of which would fit completely around its circumference. Undaunted, she began to slowly and gently stroke my erection while staring at it with wide-eyed amazement.

Now, I'm not endowed like a horse or even a porn star, but I will state that Leah didn't trade up for a bigger cock when she cheated on me. At between eight and nine inches I might be slightly above average, but I have never met a woman who couldn't comfortably accommodate my equipment, including Luna's mother. I could imagine that I was larger than anything Luna had experienced in her limited sexual encounters, and I was happy that she showed no apprehension upon discovering my size.

Using my cock like a leash, Luna pulled us into the large walk-in shower together. "I hope you have a big water heater," she said with a smile.

"Baby, it's a tankless system," I assured her. "Unlimited hot water is at your disposal."

"I can't believe how good you feel in my hands," Luna exclaimed. "I can't wait to feel it all over me and everywhere inside of me."

I chuckled and positioned her under the water so that she was getting wet from her shoulders down. I said, "Maybe we should discuss your experience as well as your expectations."

Luna shrugged and said, "That's easy. Before today, I have been with four guys and had just pretty basic sex as far as I know. The guy inserts tab 'A' into the girl's slot 'B' sort of stuff. I let one guy put it in my mouth for a few seconds and that was okay. I wanted him to leave it in longer, but we were sort of rushed for time."

"Well," I said as I repositioned us so that the water was streaming down my back, "we're in no hurry right now."

Displaying her quick comprehension of my statement, Luna immediately sank onto her knees. This is when our height differential became obvious. Since I am slightly more than fourteen inches taller than Luna, our bodies wouldn't always align properly for certain activities. With her on her knees and me standing, my erect cock hovered above her head. Luna could tilt her head back and pull my cock down to her mouth, but it wouldn't have given either of us the pleasure we were anticipating.

I was just about to suggest that she move and sit on the built-in shower bench when the inspiration of a sort struck. Luna had stated that me toying with her ass was "dirty", but she had not only not objected, but she had also encouraged it with her words. Here was a chance for me to see just how open and kinky this little vixen was.

She still had one hand on my erect shaft, so before she could try to move it to her mouth, I asked, "Do you know what a 'golden shower' is?"

Luna's expression became confused as she glanced around the confines of the shower. She answered, "Some kind of really expensive shower? I don't see anything gold in this one."

I simply smiled and said, "I'm going to give you a 'golden shower'. I want you to direct the stream onto your breasts and keep it directed there until it stops."

I pushed the hand that she had wrapped around my shaft down until the head of my cock was pointed between her breasts. Most guys know that trying to take a piss with a hard-on sometimes takes a little effort, but after only about ten seconds, a warm stream of urine was splashing against Luna's breasts. It ran down her stomach and between her legs. When she felt the warmth of my piss reach her pussy, Luna's other hand shot between her legs.

Her eyes rolled back and screamed, "Of, Daddy, you're making me cum with your pee! Keep peeing, Daddy! Keep peeing on me!"

Okay, that had to have been a completely mentally induced orgasm because I couldn't imagine warm urine being that much physical stimulation for a woman. Was Luna turned on enough by the depravity of being pissed on that it caused her to have an orgasm? I was going to have to find all sorts of new ways to enjoy this little fuck toy.

My stream of piss dried up shortly after Luna's orgasm, but as the final drips came out, she brought her mouth to the head and caught the last few on her tongue. Smacking her lips, she said, "Wow! I wish you could have peed longer. Save it up for me next time, Daddy. Please."

I took her hands and lifted her to her feet, promising to do my best to satisfy her in the future. I let her rinse her body under the flow from the shower head and then said, "Why don't you take a seat on the bench?"

Luna quickly darted around my body and sat on the bench with a hungry look of anticipation on her smiling face. Her eyes were once again locked onto my cock, and as soon as I stepped close enough, she had one of her hands wrapped around it and resumed her gentle stroking. I remained still, just enjoying the velvety feel of her wet hand stroking my cock as she patiently waited for further instructions from me.

"Was it you or Terra that took clarinet lessons?" I asked.

Without taking her eyes off the prize, Luna said, "Terra took clarinet lessons. I took violin."

I nodded and asked, "How would you like to learn how to play a different instrument?"

Luna smiled up at me and asked, "An instrument like your skin flute? Sure!"

"I was thinking about something a bit more advanced," I teased. "Something like a rusty trombone."

"You've lost me," she said. "Maybe you can explain what you mean."

I removed her hand from my shaft, stepped closer to her, and turned around. Looking over my shoulder, I explained, "Reach around me and continue stroking my cock."

As Luna leaned forward to reach around and recapture my cock in her hand, I could feel her warm breath on my ass. Good, her mouth was naturally going to be in position for her "music lesson". I reached back and spread my ass cheeks and said, "Do you see the mouthpiece of the trombone?"

God, having a bright, inquisitive, and compliant Sugar Baby is a wonderful thing. Simply giving her subtle hints seemed to be more than adequate to allow Luna to understand her directions. I felt her lightly blowing air against my sphincter for a few seconds before her tongue encircled it with a delicious feeling of pressure against the opening of my ass.

I moaned, "That's it, Baby, keep working the slide as you play the trombone."

Luna did more than that. Her efforts to penetrate my ass with her tongue intensified as she increased the pace of her stroking of my cock and brought her other hand between my legs to gently fondle my ball sack. I didn't know how many hand jobs Luna had done, but she knew enough to continually seek out drops of precum from the head of my cock and used this to keep my shaft lubricated for her hand.

I felt her tongue moving away from my ass at the same time her one hand left my balls. Seconds later I felt an object firmer than a tongue once more probing for entry to my ass. Luna asked, "Can I stick a finger in your butt, Daddy? Would you like that?"

"Baby, you can do anything that you want to me."

"Oh no, Daddy. I only want to do things to you that feel good. Does my finger feel good where it is?"

I felt her saliva-slickened finger slip past the resistance of my sphincter and enter my ass. It was a strange feeling, but neither uncomfortable nor arousing for me. I suppose if she was able to get her finger farther inside me, she could stimulate my prostate. Maybe some other time.

"Yes, it feels good, but do know what would feel better?"

"What, Daddy?"

Me turning around to face Luna caused her to lose both her grip on my cock and her finger in my ass. As our eyes met once again, I said, "Suck me, Baby. Show Daddy what you can do with that beautiful mouth of yours."

Luna was bouncing on the shower bench in excitement. Once she finally settled down, I held my cock in my hand and slowly guided it towards her parted lips, instructing her, "Make love to my cock with your mouth. Use your tongue to stroke it as you were doing with your hands. Savor it as if it was the most delicious-tasting thing that you have ever experienced. Make it yours, Baby. Own it."

"I do own it, Daddy. For as long as you'll have me, I want to be the sole owner of your dick. I want to make you proud."

With those words, Luna devoted her mind, body, and soul to her task. Taking the knob of my cock's head between her lips, she slowly began moving her mouth over more and more of my cock until I felt it touching the back of her throat. She didn't pull back during this progression, but even more surprising to me, she didn't pause for an instant when it reached the back of her mouth. She simply closed her eyes and kept pushing.

I felt the head of my cock pop into her throat, followed seconds later by the touch of her nose against my pubic hair and the feel of her tongue on my balls. Luna kept her face pushed against my stomach for several seconds, just teasing my balls with the tip of her tongue. Then, she slowly began her retreat until just the head of my cock was behind her lips. Unbelievable! Had Eloise taught this to her, because she had been the only other woman who had ever done that to me?

And, just as Eloise had done all those years ago, Luna then wrapped both of her hands around the shaft of my cock and proceeded to jerk me off into her mouth. It didn't take Luna long to bring me to the edge. I felt the impending eruption and said, "I'm going to cum, Baby. Swallow all of it for Daddy."

When I had given a similar warning to Eloise, she had immediately taken me back down her throat so that my seed never entered her mouth but went directly down her throat. For an instant, I thought that Luna was going to do the same thing, but she instead removed one of her hands and used it to gently squeeze my balls and used her other hand to pull my cock farther into her mouth. She took my cock to the back of her mouth, slathering it with her tongue until she felt the first pulse of my orgasm.

Pulling back enough to allow my spurts to gain the momentum for them to repeatedly strike the back of her mouth, Luna continued her tongue assault as she swallowed. The Bible says that it is a sin for a man to "spill his seed", and if that is true, Luna saved me from eternal damnation by hungrily swallowing every drop from the heaviest orgasm I had experienced since... well, since her mother.

Luna didn't appear to want to release my cock from her mouth even after she had cleaned any trace of my seed from it. I reached down and lifted her into my arms. As her face became level with mine, I pulled her in for a long, passionate kiss. Breaking our lips apart, I told her, "As I lower you, reach down and guide me into you."

"Do you mean that you can keep going?" she asked in surprise.

I assured her, "I probably won't cum again for quite a while, but I'll remain hard enough to get you off a couple of times if you want."

She wanted. She wanted four times before she became too exhausted to go on. Her hair had come loose from the clip and was now dripping water from the ends, so I saw no point in trying to keep the rest of it dry. I continued to hold her limp body against mine as I spun around under the shower to rinse the accumulated sweat off both of our bodies. Once I was confident that Luna could support herself on two feet, I lowered her to the floor of the shower and turned off the water.

"You are an amazing young woman, Baby," I told her as I took a towel and gently began to dry her body. "I'm going to order a pizza for dinner instead of taking you out. We still have a lot to discuss and I think it best that we do it here in private. Is that okay with you?"

Luna simply nodded. She was thoroughly fucked out at the moment. Hopefully getting some food into her would allow for her to become coherent enough to have the conversation we needed to have. I finished drying her and then wrapped the towel around her still damp hair. I asked, "What do you have to sleep in?"

A pout appeared on her face before she answered, "Can't we sleep naked?"

I chuckled and said, "If that is your preference, that's fine. I was more concerned with you putting something on that was comfortable for you to lounge around in before you go to bed. Do you have any sweats or anything in your bag?"

"Oh," she said. "I have a large t-shirt that I wear around the house at night. Would that be okay?"

"Sure. Why don't you go put that on? We'll buy you a couple of robes tomorrow. When you're ready, meet me downstairs. I'll probably be in my office."

"Do you have a blow dryer?" she asked.

"In the cupboard under the sink," I said, pointing to the double vanity. "Take your time."

I gave her a quick kiss on the forehead, donned a flannel robe, and headed downstairs. My first stop was the dining room, where I cleared the glasses off the table and made fresh drinks. When I turned, I stepped on something soft. I bent and picked up Luna's panties from the floor. Bringing them to my nose, I was once more reminded of the scent of Eloise. The panties went into the pocket of my robe before I carried our drinks to my home office.

My community is a mixed-use development about ten minutes from the UGA campus. Two blocks from me was a commercial street, lined with small retail stores, restaurants, and professional service operations on the ground floor and apartments above. On this street, the developer had built luxury townhouses, three to a building. I owned mine and the other two in the same building with it, both of which currently sat vacantly. I considered these as I took a seat behind my desk and picked up my cell phone.

I owned a few rental properties in Georgia and the surrounding states, which provided enough income to cover their upkeep but not enough to brag about. There had always been potential tenants interested in renting one of the two adjacent townhouses, but no one that I ever thought I would want as a neighbor. Now it looked like I may have found someone.

I tapped an icon on my phone's screen and waited. Eloise answered, "Do I need to come and get her?"

"Are you alone?" I asked

"Yes, Jasper is in Cherokee until Tuesday and Terra is at work. Did you and my daughter come to an arrangement?"

"Jasper isn't aware of your scheme, is he?"

"No, and there's no reason for him to become aware. Luna is an adult and if she is in your care, she will be safe."

"That's not enough for me," I said.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that Luna isn't going to be the only Sugar Baby being taken care of. I'm no longer taking no as an answer from you, Eloise."

"That's not happening Drey. I've done a lot of things in my life that I am not proud of, but cheating on my husband will never be on that list."

"Loving me isn't cheating?" I asked.

There was silence for several seconds before Eloise answered softly, "It isn't if I don't act upon it. And Drey, as hard as it has been for the past seven years, I will not act upon it."

"Yes, you will, or Luna is out of here tonight."

"You're telling me that the price of you helping Luna is for me to cheat on my husband, your brother?"

I said, "No, the price is for you to stop refusing to let me also help you."

Again, silence. Finally, "Help me how?"

"Any way I want," I said. "Let's start with you convincing Jasper that you all should accept my previous offer to have you live rent-free in my Gainesville house. It would get you all into a safer neighborhood and put him at least two hours closer to Cherokee. It would also be a quicker commute for Luna for when she wants to visit with her family."

"Jasper won't live there rent-free," Eloise said. "His pride won't allow it."

"Fine, then tell him that he can pay the utilities and HOA fees each month. It will still be half of what he is paying for that shit hole that you live in now. You can also tell him that living there would make it easier for you to attend classes."

"Classes?"

"I will be paying the tuition for you to go enroll at Brenau University to get your degree in studio art. Those paintings that you do from photographs of people's dogs are just the tip of your artistic talent and I want you to explore that more completely."

"Explore what more completely?" Luna asked. She was standing at the door to my office and had overheard just half of the conversation. I placed the phone in speaker mode and set it on my desk.

I motioned for her to come closer and when she reached me, I lifted her onto my lap and said, "Say 'Hi' to your mom."

"Hi, mom."

"Hello," Eloise replied warily. She sounded apprehensive about continuing our conversation with Luna present.

I said, "Now that Luna is here, I can explain further details of this arrangement to both of you. I've covered housing for you, Eloise, so now let me discuss my plans for Luna..."

"I thought I could stay here with you," Luna said with a hopeful lilt in her voice.

"You can," I assured her, "but only on nights when there is no school the next day. On school nights, you will need to remain focused on your studies and get your rest, so I am going to put you in the townhouse next door. You'll have to stay here until we get it furnished, and you get to pick all of those things out."

"Is it safe for her to be alone so much? Eloise asked.

"This is a safe neighborhood, and I'll be right next door," I assured her. "Once she meets some of her classmates, she may want to ask one of the other girls to be her roommate. Now, I want to discuss birth control."

I looked into Luna's eyes and asked, "What have you used in the past?"

She blushed and said, "Condoms that the guys had. I wanted to go on the pill but we couldn't afford it."

"So, you were unprotected earlier?" I asked, obviously a little late.

"I was as protected as the rhythm method allows," Luna said. "I finished my last period two days ago."

"Do I have to listen to his?" Eloise asked.

"You don't think a mother should be involved in a conversation about her daughter's choice of birth control?" I asked.

"That's fine," Eloise said. "It's the talk about what happened earlier that I could do without. Remember, 'been there - done that, wish I had the t-shirt..."

I stifled my chuckle but Luna's giggle was evident. I continued with Luna, "I want to take you tomorrow to get you a Nexplanon implant."

Eloise gasped and said, "Drey, she doesn't have health insurance and those implants cost almost $1,100!"

"What implants?" Luna asked.

Eloise explained, "Nexplanon is one of those birth control implants that we discussed a few years back. It gets placed under the skin on your arm and provides three years of protection against pregnancy..."

"Which means that a busy college girl doesn't have to remember to take a pill each day," I added. "And, Eloise, Luna has the same health coverage that you and Terra do. Me. That's part of this deal."

Luna hugged me and said, "Whatever you say, Daddy."

"Next," I said, "is transportation for Luna. I will buy you a car of your choice but there are more pressing things to take care of first, so it may be a few days to a week until we can go and pick something out for you. How would you feel about driving the Vette until we get you something else?"

"What will you drive?"

"I still have my truck. It won't be any problem. Eloise, can you stop by here on Saturday?"

"I'll need to check Terra's work schedule and borrow a few dollars from her for gas..."

"You'll only need enough gas to get here," I told her. "I am going to the bank tomorrow to get you and Luna new credit cards. They will each have a $5,000 limit on them that I expect you both to max out each month. No more thrift store clothes or doing without necessities for either of you or Terra. Understood?"

"Drey, that's too much," Eloise protested. "You're already giving us a house and..."

"No, it's not enough and it's way overdue," I countered. "You are all part of my family and I refuse to ignore your needs due to your stubborn pride. The arrangement that Luna and I are putting together includes me taking care of all of you or no deal."

Luna slipped off my lap and had my cock in her mouth before I could stop her. She paused after only two journeys down and up my shaft to say, "Thank you, Daddy. I promise to take as good of care of you."

I moaned as Luna took me into her throat. Eloise must have figured out what was going on because I heard a faint whimper on the phone.

I asked, "So, do you agree, Eloise?"

There was a slight hesitation before she replied, "Yes, Daddy."

I moaned again at Luna's oral technique and said, "Good girl. I'll see you on Saturday."

Before disconnecting, Eloise said, "Daddy, in case you don't remember, Terra turns eighteen in two months."

As I erupted down Luna's throat, I ran Eloise's last words through my muddled mind. She couldn't mean... Could she?