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ur daddy
Tim was reading through the paper, mainly, he admitted to himself, because he was pretty bored, God he thought Friday night TV had gone down hill, even with the 60 channels he had on Cable. Jenny had been watching the TV, but had left the room, probably to use the little girl’s room or something. Part of him was relieved, he been having some very un-fatherly thoughts about that young lady recently. And it didn’t help with the way she dressed, or didn’t dress as was often the case; some of the things she wore barely justified the title clothes. Just then, Jenny came back into the room, he could hear her settling down on the floor, in front of the TV. No wonder she had to wear glasses, always glued to the goggle box. Suddenly the sound from the TV changed, and the room was full of music. James lowered his paper and was about to tell the little minx to turn it down, until he saw that she had changed...Christ he thought. All thoughts of a reprimand were forgotten as he gazed down onto Jenny’s back, Tim swallowed deeply and struggled to fight down the beast that had suddenly reared it head inside. He could feel himself getting hard already.
Jenny was lying on her front, legs slightly apart, wearing a little tartan kilt, and god please, no, that thin white vest top. The Kilt barely covered her arse and clearly allowed Tim a view of her panties. Jenny, her hair in bunches, was rocking her head in time with the music. She started to wiggle her hips, which caused her kilt to ride up further and expose a bit more of her arse cheeks. Then she added a sideways movement to her hip, but with each sway she moved her thighs further apart, exposing more of her panties. Tim could not tare his eyes away, and hadn’t noticed that Jenny was now looking over her shoulder at him.
“Are you OK Daddy” asked Jenny?
“Uh, sorry...what did you say Jenny.” Tim could feel himself beginning to blush.
“I said, are you OK Daddy” as she said it, she turned over onto her back, propping herself up on her elbows, “it just that you looked a bit funny just then.” As she said this, her knees casually fell apart, her kilt pushed up against her waist. Tim’s eyes dropped down to her exposed panties, Christ, they were almost transparent, and left little to the imagination. The same applied to the top, which was very tight and thin, and clearly showed two very erect nipples.
“Daddy, can you hear me?”
“Sorry, what was that dear” replied Tim, tearing his eyes away from Jenny open legs.
“I said, you look hot and flustered Daddy, are you feeling ok?”
“Yes hmm, no, well I think I just need to get some fresh air” replied Tim, quickly standing, and rushing out of the room.
However he was unable to hide the large bulge in his trousers.
Jenny remained as she was for a few seconds, her head to one side and a very naughty smile on her lips. One of her hands came up and dropped down between her legs and rubbed the front of her panties, god I am soaking. After a few rubs, she had to stop herself, no not yet, she hadn’t finished playing yet. Jenny rolled back onto her front, and made sure that her Kilt left plenty of cheek exposed. She allowed her hand to snake back underneath her and gently rubbed the front of her panties, which were already wet.
Meanwhile, Tim was doing his best to cool down outside, fuck he was so hard, it hurt. What the fuck was she playing at, the slut, how dare she tease him. He allowed his anger to build up, to overcome the burning desire inside of him. After about 10 minutes his erection was subsiding, well he thought, I am going to up to my room, and tomorrow I am going to talk to the little minx about her behaviour. However as he passed the living room door, he glanced into the room and at Jenny. He stopped dead in his tracks. Jenny was lying on her front, knees apart, and her hips raised up. Tim could clearly make out her hand inside her panties, she was masturbating. Straight away Tip cock sprang into life. Oh god, you little bitch he thought, as he watched her rubbing pussy.
Tim’s hand, a mind of its own, was now pulling at his belt buckle, and then button and zipper, letting his trousers and shorts slip down to his ankles, he kicked them off along with his shoes. He ripped of his shirt, not bothering unbutton his buttons. Overwhelmed with desire and lust, he walked into the living room. Jenny looked over her shoulder.
“Daddy!!!” she shrieked “what are you doing?” She began to rise, but Tim shoved her back down.
“Daddy, please, no, what are you doing?”
Without answering, Tim grab Jenny’s panties and pulled them, oblivious to the ripping sound as they tore away. Jenny let a squeal, albeit not a very loud one, and tried to pull away, but Tim made a grab for her, pushing her hard down. He positioned himself, Jenny pausing in her struggle to make it easier, which only made the desire all the more consuming. Tim’s realisation that she had led him to this point The bitch, well I show her, thought time.
Jenny began to struggle as she realised that Daddy wasn’t going for her honey pot, but her other still very much virgin hole. Too late she realised she had pushed her luck too far as she felt Daddy’s big cock thrusting against her tight arse whole.
“Please, no Daddy, not there, please, no....arrhhhhhhh.”
Tim pushed his cock hard, ripping to her tight flesh.
“Oh god” gasped Jenny “Please, don’t, not....arrrrrrrrrhhh hhhhhhh!”
Tim thrust in again, hard, and pulled back, and pushed in again. Tim lay over Jenny, and gripped her hands with his. He began to pump his hips back and forth, each inward thrust going a little deeper into Jenny’s virgin hole, making Jenny cry out between her sobs. Tim kept pumping away, fucking his cock deeper and deeper into Jenny, uncaring and unhearing. He wanted to hurt her, to punish her, to teach her a lesson, but most of all he wanted to fuck her.
He was now fucking his full length into her, fucking her so hard, that she was being pushed up against the tv. His movements become faster and more urgent, battering away, drilling Jenny to the floor. With a loud cry he began to pump his spunk into her, he carried on fucking into her hard, injecting more sperm with each inward thrust. Still he fucked her, the passage of his cock being lubricated by his own spunk.
Jenny was now simply making little panting gasping sounds, rising in pitch each time Daddy rammed his cock into her. Time stood still as the assault continued, until she suddenly she realised it had stopped. She lay there, recovering. God her arse felt like it had had a red hot poker up it. Fuck she thought, it a wonder he didn’t come out of her mouth he was fucking her that deep. Slowly she rolled onto her back, propping herself up onto her elbows. She looked at her Daddy.
“Daddy, I am sorry, I didn’t mean to make you so angry.”
But as she said it, her knees were already parting as one hand snaked its way down to her glistening wet cunt. As Tim watch Jenny began play with pussy and his cock was already rising up between his legs.
Later on that night, Tim lay in bed, reading a little before, waiting for his wife to come to bed. Jenny, now wearing a t-shirt nightie walked over to the bed, as if she was walking hot coals. She climb into bed next to her husband, and snuggled up against him.
“Hmmm, I’m going to be sore for weeks, you bastard, it’s a good job I lubbed myself up before or I’d need stitches” chuckled Jenny. Tim bent down and kissed his wife
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a trap
Roberta was a 43 year old bartender, working weekends to make enough to keep her house, after her husband"s death. She was also incredibly gorgeous, with soft, sensual skin, that cried out for a massage. She kept her hair cut fairly short, but it was still a beautiful jet-black, and she managed to seem quite feminine, despite her tomboyish exterior.
She had loved being married, because, unlike many wives, she wanted sex every day, and made sure that she got it from her late hubby. She also knew about his affairs, as she had been his mistress during his first marriage, and she had simply not been able to give up his 9 inch cock. His sexual freedom was something that she had learned to accept as a necessary consequence of his higher libido.
Roberta had a grown-up son, named Chad, who was engaged to a woman named Deanna, a tall, slender brunette with a tendency to wear up-scale clothes. Chad and Deanna seemed your typical, run of the mill engaged couple, busy planning their wedding and working their jobs, while trying to fight off "cold feet".
What Roberta didn"t tell her son and his bride-to-be was that she had trouble finding anyone new, because her deceased husband"s cock had been so large, that it simply raised the bar for other guys, so to speak. She would fuck them, to try them out, but if they had small dicks, she would let them off easy, without much comment.
Chad and Deanna had made some attempts to set her up in the recent past, but their tastes were more conservative, all involving PC, pussy-whipped "Mama"s boys". They tended to have small cocks, and were often reluctant to take the initiative in bed. None of them would have made the grade, and she hated to hurt her son"s feelings about it.
One day, on a Monday night, as she sat with her son, talking about her loneliness, he kept insisting that she could find someone, if she just kept trying, and didn"t give up. Roberta, however, kept noticing that he had potential to be tougher, like his Dad, if he could just break free of his college indoctrination. They had filled his head with politically correct claptrap about sensitivity, until he was a hyper-sensitive pansy, as far as she was concerned. She also noticed his penis, which was about the same length and width of his father"s phallus.
Gradually, as she continued to stare at his groin, she began realizing that this was her solution. She had the ideal lover right there in front of her, carrying his father"s genes and, most importantly, his father"s dick. She was willing to swing, but she only wanted to be permanent with a well-endowed, dominant sort of guy.
This gave her an idea, and she immediately began to carry it out.
"Chad, if you are so sure that I can find a steady boyfriend, I challenge you to prove it! Try to make a match for me, and let me judge your success or failure, according to my standards! You"ll have 6 months, or I get my prize! If you win, I will marry the man, but if I win, I get to use the largest cock that I know about, daily!"
"Alright, but whose cock is that, and what does that have to do with me?"
"I"m your Mom, so I"ve seen your dick a few times, and I wager that it"s as long as your father"s by now, making it the largest of which I am aware. That"s your cock I was talking about, and you just agreed to bet it!"
"Mom, that"s disgusting- incest? Besides, I"m committed to Deanna, and I won"t cheat on her."
"You"re also committed to this bet, which is more explicit a deal, and, therefore, more binding. If you really think you"re right, it shouldn"t be a problem, should it?"
"I guess not. You"re dead serious about fucking me if I lose?"
"Yeah, because you need to loosen up a little, and I can help you there."
"Ok. Well, you have a deal, as I said."
Chad didn"t really worry, except for the slim chance that he might lose, but he expected to win the bet, so he decided not to tell Deanna. He did seek her help trying to arrange dates for his Mom, but he didn"t give her an idea as to the reason for his urgency. They began planning in earnest, still clueless to the fact that his Mom knew for almost a certainty that she would win. Few men had cocks as large as her son"s, and few, if any, of those men would be on her son"s list. He was undermining his own side, and he didn"t even know it.
Roberta was getting everything for her moment of seduction. The schedule had to be right, since she had to be making her move when Deanna was unlikely to catch them red-handed. She knew that her son would never tell his fiancee about something as "scandalous" as incest, so he would be there alone, ready to fall into her clutches when the time came to act.
Date followed date, sometimes ending in sex, sometimes not, depending on how PC the fool was, but, Roberta thought, the lucky ones at least got a lay out of it. The poor dupes who wanted to "wait" wouldn"t even get that much, since she wouldn"t give a 2nd date to a guy who didn"t put out. Roberta, as she expected, found all of them lacking in the "dealbreaker" category- the size of their cocks. No man was equal to her son"s penis, and she was hardly surprised about that.
Chad"s confidence began to sink as the months wore on, and he was starting to have anxiety about the growing probability that he would be trapped into committing incest with his Mom, thereby cheating on Deanna. What choice would he have? He couldn"t renege, because she was giving every a man a chance, even to the point of acting like a slut, which both disturbed, and surprisingly, on one level, aroused him. Could she really be that picky? What was wrong with her, if she didn"t want these respectable men?
Deanna noticed his nervous behavior, but she passed it off as pre-wedding jitters. She thought that increasing the frequency of sex would solve it, but it didn"t, and she was beginning to wonder if he was no longer sure about his interest in their upcoming marriage.
Even so, she made every effort to convince him that his sex life was not going to be over if they wed. He, of course, knew it wouldn"t, but couldn"t tell her that, and definitely couldn"t tell her why.
Finally, just 2 months before the wedding, Roberta"s time limit had elapsed, and Chad went to her house to find out if her last date had achieved a relationship. He was extremely scared as he rang the doorbell, and his Mom answered the door in a rather surprisingly conservative dress, not indicating what she had in mind yet.
"Well, Chad, it"s been 6 months, and you know the deal. This last guy was nice, but, sorry, no dice! You haven"t helped your cause, picking out these weak, groveling kind of fellows. I"m sorry, but your tastes and mine are different, and that has cost you the bet. I have won, and I expect you to honor our agreement. I get your big manhood inside me every day, and you"ll just to live with the fact that you"re having an affair with your Mom."
"Mom, how can you do this? I am your son, and you are thinking about me in a sexual manner, as an object for your lust?"
"Chad, how can you seriously try to wiggle out of your promise? Besides, we are all objects of some kind to everyone. No chance, son, that I will let you out of this one! You need to keep your agreements, like your Dad and I taught you!"
"But, incest? Seriously, why do you want to fuck me?"
"I want your big cock, plain and simple, and I"m gonna get it, so just accept that fact! No one made you bet your cock on my love life, but you did, so live with it, son!"
"Alright, when and how are we doing to this? Deanna can"t know, Mom, because it would crush her."
"Nice of you to care about your fiancee like that, but she"d survive that, I suspect. Anyway, I want you here and now! Take off your clothes!"
Chad quickly complied, as he was afraid that his Mom would divulge the bet to Deanna if he didn"t. Once he was buck naked, Roberta looked at him lustfully, seeing that marvelous male sex organ free from his pants and underwear.
"Oh, wow, to think that I helped make this hot, young stud, who"s about to fuck me! That thought really pleases me! I carried you in my womb, and now part of you is about to inseminate me. I love the irony of that fact!"
Roberta then dropped her dress, to reveal that she was not wearing any undies. She leered at him suggestively, motioning with her fingers for him to join her in the master bedroom. As she led her son into the bedroom, she took out some hand-cuffs, grabbed his hands, and slapped them on him. He was stunned, and looked at her to ask why she had bound him.
"I"ve got to keep you from escaping and breaking your contract, my boy! You"re far too hesitant for me to trust you, aren"t you?"
"Will this always be the case?"
"No, because you"ll get used to fucking your mother, I"ll make sure that you like it, and you"ll soon be taking control in our sessions. I want that, you know? I want you to dominate me. Otherwise, however, I will dominate you, until you learn to accept my new dual role as your mother and your mistress! Now, lean over the bed!"
He did as she ordered, and she realized with some disappointment that he took after her in submissiveness. Okay, she thought, I"ll have to dominate him, but I will just go out and find bossy men elsewhere. If Chad is getting it on with 2 or more ladies, and he is actually accepting my control over him, he will have to share me, too.
Roberta took out her late husband"s belt, which she still kept to hurt herself, and started striking Chad with it, which caused him to welt and flinch in response.
She was angry at him for disappointing her with his submissive nature, but also smart enough to know that she had won him, and this came with the territory. Casual encounters with domineering men would have to
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Night out
"You're not fucking going out like that, you slut!" Screamed Bunny's mum as she made her way to the door of their small flat. "You look like a fucking whore!"
"Oh fuck off, Mum!" Bunny screamed back at her mum. "I'll wear what I fucking like!"
"Or not wear! Don't you have any fucking knickers? Or are you gonna show your cunt to every fucker?"
"Fuck off!" Sneered Bunny. "You can't tell me what to fucking do or wear!"
She glanced at her image in the hall mirror, half of which was obscured by piles of old magazines her mum hadn't bothered to chuck out. Her face was heavily mascara'd and her lips were painted a very deep purple, but no amount of make-up could disguise the dark freckles around her nose and forehead. Her light brown hair was pulled off her face and held back by a large clip. Although they couldn't be seen in the mirror, she sported brown, rubber-sole boots laced half-way up her calf. She also wore a black sleeveless tee-shirt with the word 'CUNT' artistically arranged in the middle of it, but it wasn't that which annoyed her mum. It wasn't her fault if the old cow couldn't keep up with fashion, but Bunny knew that if you didn't flash the gash in this neighbourhood you were fucking nobody, girlfriend! And it wasn't as if she shaved it like some tarts. She kept the hair long enough so you had to get real close to be sure you could see the lips and clit and all. And her inner lips didn't drop out like some fucking inner tube like some sad bitches.
"Don't be back late!" yelled her mum, as Bunny slammed the door behind her and made her way out of the estate, past the graffiti on the walls and discarded needles and rubbers in the gutter, towards the spot by the park where she and her gang would meet for their night out. And there they were, or at least some of them, hanging out by the park bench near the lamp post where they'd carved their gang's initials.
There was Puss, with her shaved gash, fat-thighed Rosanne and skinny, hairy twatted Dilly. The three girls sat around bored and sullen, knickerless, booted and with similar sleeveless tee-shirts. Puss looked up from her desultory stroking of the smooth shaven skin of her crotch and smiled at Bunny as she approached.
"Yo, Bun! Give it up, Girl!"
"Hey, girlfriend. Wassup?" responded Bunny kissing Puss on the cheek.
"Tongues, slut. Giss the tongues. Then I know you love me!"
"Just the tongue?" wondered Bunny, but giving Puss the full-on tongue to tongue that marked the gang's closeness. The warm, liquid, toothy taste of burger. She pulled Puss to her as the two battled their tongues together.
"Hey, tart! Don't you love me, too?" asked Dilly, pushing her face into the melee. "Giss tongue!"
And there the three were, watched by Rosanne who liked a bit of tongue but not so much as the others, as they took tongue to cheek to tooth, and rubbed each others' backs as they did so, hands under each others' tee-shirts, until, a few minutes later, their tongues sore from the probing, they pushed each other off and sank back onto the park bench.
"So, how's it, Bun?" asked Rosanne, puffing on her joint. "Good day at school? Fucked any good boys?"
"Wouldn't you fucking like to know, Ro?" Bunny replied. "My cunt's so fucking sore and so fucking dripping you couldn't tell it apart from fucking brillo."
"Yeh. Right!" Rosanne agreed, not pursuing the subject further.
The four girls squeezed together on the bench staring out across the park as the shadows grew longer over the grass, the odd glint reflecting from the discarded condoms and broken glass. It was gonna be a normal night out tonight, Bunny could see. Her and her gang, and maybe the other girls, Snoot and Lizzie, out in the park with a few beers, a few boys and a few laughs. But just now there was nothing much to do. No drugs, 'cept the blow that Dilly passed round, and no sex, 'cept the tongues that didn't really count. Fuck it! If it weren't in the twat, it weren't nothing.
"Hey, Bun! Girlfriend! It's lager time," Dilly asserted. "We want some amber in the long tubes. And sweetheart. Hey. Don't you know it? It's your turn!"
"Oh fuck it! I'm sure it was last time."
"Don't fucking lie, you cunt!" disagreed Puss, pushing her pale face into Bunny's. "It's your turn, and you fucking know it. It was me last time. And I still can taste Mo's fucking sperm in my mouth!"
Bunny concurred reluctantly and just as reluctantly made her way to Mo Patel's Liquor Store, a run-down establishment not too far from the park. She hung around outside, puffing a ciggie while Mo served a customer, examining her skinny reflection in the window. Finally, and not before fucking time, the old man Mo had been serving shuffled out, and before the door slammed shut, Bunny burst in, discreetly turning round the card reading 'Open', so that it now read 'Closed'.
"It's tittie time!" Bunny announced, pulling up her tee-shirt to show off her long nippled, but otherwise rather small breasts. Mo, a stout Asian who clearly needed a sharper razor blade with which to shave his chin, smirked at the sight of a girl more than young enough to be his daughter.
"You'll be wanting more of the usual, you rascal?" he asked. "It's not gonna be no cheaper."
"Yeah! Yeah!" agreed Bunny, stepping around to the back of the shop where Mo was leading her, and grimacing as he pulled down his pants and jockeys to reveal a fat, heavy prick already swelling with anticipation. "Let's fucking get down to it!"
And so, behind the bamboo netting which divided the beer cans and packets of Marlboro from those in the store room, Bunny got down on her knees on the rough nylon rug, wiped her lips with the back of her hand and got down to business. A blow job was all it cost for an armful of ciggies and lager, and a blow job was what Mo was getting. He leaned back, supporting his bulk on a chipped, wooden table as Bunny ran her tongue up and down the length of his prick, stroking his balls with her fingers, and watched it grow and swell, the veins pumping up and pressing contours into her lips. And then, mouth fully open, she pulled his prick into her mouth while his heavy, hairy hands groped around her tee-shirt for the tiny titties he so enjoyed massaging. Bunny's mind was as much on this prick as it was on thoughts of her school day and the boys she'd fucked with and how different their younger, smoother pricks were to this old fuck's. And then she felt the spasms of his penis, and knew that she had to move fast to both release Mo's come and to stop him staining her black tee-shirt. She didn't want Mo's sperm on the 'CUNT' on her chest anymore than she'd want it on the cunt between her legs.
And soon she was back with the gang, laden down with Marlboros, Bensons, Kronenbergs and Buds. Snoot and Lizzie had turned up now and were sitting on a patch of grass, passing joints around. Snoot was totally bald, more the result of chemotherapy for her leukaemia than as a fashion statement, and Lizzie was wearing one of her floppy hats which obscured most of her face, and above all the scar over her eye she'd got at that night club once.
"Yo, girlfriend!" Snoot cried. "Liquid refreshment. Gimme! Gimme!"
"Yeah. Wow! Give it up girl!" chorused Lizzie, scratching the ragged strands of her crotch.
And so the evening proceeded, six girls in the park, necking it down, choking on nicotine, phlegming on the tarmac and pissing by the bushes. The blow made them giggle, the beer made them piss and the dusk turned them into shadows.
"Fuck! My cunt itches!" declared Lizzie. "What it needs is a good seeing to! Ain't there no dicks round here when you need one?"
"What you need is the good old lip suction, baby," diagnosed Puss. "I'd do it, but I'm too busy rolling a fat one. How's about you, Bun? D'you need some fish supper after Mo's hot dog and juice?"
Bunny was more than obliging. The taste of cunt wasn't an offer she'd often turn down. "You just hold me off, Puss. There ain't nothing in the world that I couldn't do more with than rock salmon pie!"
Lizzie's wasn't the tastiest vagina she'd ever tongued. That honour was still held by Dilly, but Dilly was never as keen as Bunny was. But Lizzie's was a good one. Still quite smooth lipped, nothing hanging out, and the hair was relatively short so it didn't get up her nose like Rosanne's did. Bunny was on her knees a second time this evening, while Lizzie spread her knees allowing Bunny's tongue full access to the folds and smells of fresh young vulva. As she busied herself, ass out in the air, knees resting on grass, passers-by could easily see what she was up to and discreetly averted their eyes so as not to attract the taunts and insults of the Westmoreland Park Posse.
"So, girlfriend. What's it tonight?" speculated Puss, lighting up her joint. "Cod? Haddock? Roe?"
Bunny raised her head: saliva and warm cunt juice trickling down her tongue. "Nah! It's the finest caviar! You can see the little black eggs in there!"
"I fucking hope not, Bun!" exclaimed Lizzie. "I ain't had nothing wrong with me down there for weeks. And I ain't never had warts neither. Not like fucking Snoot."
"They weren't warts!" Snoot disagreed. "I don't know what it was, but it weren't warts!"
And then the girls were back together huddled in the dark, jeering and laughing and cackling and puffing and swigging. Bunny was feeling a little shagged. A blow job and a tonguing and she was already a bit tired. Her mouth ached, but her cunt itched, so she knew there was more to do tonight to satisfy her urges.
"Oi!" shouted Puss. "If it ain't that fucking prick tease Stephanie Dolores!"
Bunny looked up from the top of her bottle of Becks that she'd been contemplating the past ten minutes. Indeed there sh
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something is wrong
Mike wasn't sure if it really happened last night. He thought it did, but he wasn't sure. He had been drinking pretty much all night and he was really into it with Lisa. Then when she was sucking him off and he blew his load..... Could it have been possible that Amy was really watching? Did he really see her or was it a combination of alcohol and fantasy? He wasn't sure, but he needed to know. It was Saturday morning, and as usual Lisa was up and gone for most of the day by the time Mike awoke. He did seem to remember something about a blow job around 8:30 that never actually was finished and a kiss on the cheek with a wisper in the ear saying, "I'll finish what I started later..." She was always up early on Saturdays and never home before 3 or 4 in the afternoon. First she would go to the Health Spa to keep that nice tight ass of hers which I spoke of earlier; nice and tight. Then she would get her nails done and go shopping with one of her girl friends. Mike liked it because he got a little time alone or to spend with Amy and Kelly (Amy's 13 year old sister) and basicaly just to kick back from the weekly grind. Today may be different though. There was a note on the table from Lisa saying that she had taken Kelly with her to drop her off at a friend's house where she would be spending most of the day. Also in the note Lisa said that she may be latertoo because her and Karla were planning on seeing a movie after shopping and instead of 3 or 4, she wouldn't be back until 7 or 8 that evening. Mike reached down and adjusted himself as he felt his cock start to swell a bit as he thought about the possibilities of what may lay ahead.
Amy awoke early to the noise and scuffle of her sister and mom getting ready to go. She remembered her sister saying something last night about leaving with her mom this morning to go to her friend's house. It was now about 9:30 or so and she just layed there with her eyes closed reliving what she seen last night. She couldn't believe it, but what she couldn'tbelieve more was that her father allowed her to watch and didn't say anything. Did he really see her? He had to of, she thought about it and wondered what kind of trouble she would get into for her curiosity. She knew her dad had been drinking alot last night, she could tell by all the bottles of beer all over the place last night, with any luck maybe he didn't remember. Then again though, she wished he did....after seeing her father do that, fuck her mom like that, she longed for that feeling too. She could only imagine how it would feel. She came harder last night watching than she ever had before when she would get herself off. She could only imagine what it would feel like if her father was behind her pounding her like he did her mom. With that thought Amy's hand slid under the covers and inside her panties where they began to explore as she closed her eyes and thought of her father losing all track of time and place....
Mike was about to head to the bedroom to relieve his "pressure" when he heard Amy call his name. It wasn't very loud and if he wasn't in rout back to his bedroom from the kitchen and at the base of the stairs, he never would have heard it, but he did.
"Daddy....Daddy, don't stop..." Amy was not being loud, but she was not whispering either. She was in a transe, she was slowly getting there...
Mike slowly krept up the stairs. Amy's room was on the right, just at the top of the steps. The door was open at least half way and although she was covered with blankets he could tell by the movments under them and the quiet moaning what was going on. Again his name escaped her lips.
"Daddy...." she was really into it, she was close he could tell. "That's it, that's it....right there, oh Daddy, oh...ohhhhhhh"
Mike had just watched his daughter have an orgasm. His dick was so hard it felt as though it was going to rip through his pajamas. He wasn't sure how to approach the situation, if he was wrong, if he messed up....Not only could he lose his wife, his job, but he could wind up in prison. He had to be careful. He decided to go the "Fatherly" rout.
"AMY WHAT ARE YOU DOING?", knowing damn well what she was doing.
Brought back with a crash, she opened her eyes to see her father standing at the foot of her bed with a angry look on his face. What could she say? She had no idea, she just started to cry as Mike walked around to the side of the bed she just leaned over to him wrapping herself around him reapeating over and over again how sorry she was.
Mike didn't know what to do. He loved her as a father and he wanted her as a lover. But to see his litle girl crying and reaching for him he just wrapped his arms around her and held her to him, telling her that it's ok.
"But Daddy, you seen me, you heard me....and last night, you seen me there too. You caught me watching you and mommy. I'm so sorry dad, you must think I am horrible. Daddy I have never even been with a boy, I don't knowwhat came over me."
He was glad to hear tht she was still a virgin, he wanted to take that himself. "It's ok Amy, but we need to talk.", he said as he held her tight 14 year old body in his arms and felt his cock start to stir. "I've noticed some things and I want you to be honest with me.", he said to her as he sat down next to her and they sepperated as she sat up and wiped her eyes nodding and assuring him that she would tell the truth.
"I've noticed you acting a certain way, dressing a certain way around me when your mom is not around, accidently touching me, showing me your body and things like that, have you been doing that on purpose Amy? Tell me the truth, I want to know."
"Yes Daddy, I don't know why, I just like the way it makes me feel, I like the way it makes you....you know...."
"Go ahead, tell me", Mike said hoping for what he wanted to hear.
"I like the way it makes you.....makes you hard. I know I shouldn't, but I like it. Are you going to tall mommy, she will hate me Daddy, please, please don't tell her Daddy, I'll do anything, I'll do what ever you say Daddy, I promise.
This was it. He had what he wanted. "Take a shower Amy, go to the restroom, brush your teeth, and take a shower. I will do the same and once we are both awake and have a little time to think we will talk about this some more.", with that Mike got up and headed down stairs. Amy did as she was told.
Mike was finishing up, just walking out of the masterbath into his bedroom with nothing but a towell around him. Amy was sitting on the foot of his bed with a tight pair of knit shorts on and that favorite thin white tank top that Mike had grown to love. He instantly began to get hard, and Amy noticed.
"You do want me, don't you Daddy? I know it, I can tell by the way you look at me, I can tell by the way your penus ets hard when I brush by you, when we lay on the couch together, and like....like.....now ."
"You know this is wrong Amy, what your saying, what I am thinking? You know it's all wrong don't you? I could go to prison, they would take you away from me. No one can ever know."
"I know all that Dad, I'm not stupid."
"Stand up Amy, pull your shorts off, leave your panties on, then lay back on the bed." It was happening now, no turning back. She did as she was told. He laid down next to her leaving the towel wrapped around his waist. "Close your eyes Amy, don't be scared, I promise to make you feel wonderful, I will take my time, I am going to treat you like an angel Amy. He breathing increased, her nipples hardened, she was already moist.....
He started by running his hand slowly up her inner thigh and just barely brushing against her panties and touching her teenage mound as he noticed her white cotton panties start to darken with moisture showing her wanting slit. He was down with his face resting on her tummy, he had the perfect view and he could smell her sweet freshly cleaned pussy which was starting to swell now with anticipation. He breathed ever so slightly over the top of her. Goosebumps enveloped her body, she let out a sigh.
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