LOGIN"Why can't I keep my f*cking hands off you?" Daddy asked as he played with my n**ples through my shirt.
"Because neither of us really wants that, Daddy."
"No, I don't want to leave you alone. But what if you get pregnant?" I shrugged. "You make an excellent daddy."
He chuckled and pinched my n**ple, but pulled away when Mom walked into the room. We had been making out all week whenever we got the chance. We tried to wait until Mom left the house, but sometimes we just couldn't.
It was movie night again.
This time, instead of lying in the opposite direction from Daddy, I lay in front of him on the deep cushions of the sofa.
I pulled a throw over both of us, then snuggled back against him, rubbing my ass against his half-hard cock.
He wrapped his arms around me under the safety of the blanket. One of his hands slid under my shirt to cup my bare breast. The other slid down the front of my shorts to play with the lips of my p**sy. I spread my legs to give him more access.
He hummed and whispered into my ear, "Are you wet already?" I smiled and swiveled my hips, pressing my clit against his fingers.
While my Mom started the movie, Daddy pulled his hand out of my shorts. I grunted in protest, but he only chuckled.
I stopped complaining when I felt him slip his hand down his own shorts. Soon, I felt the hot skin of his c*ck against my inner thigh. He pushed the loose crotch of my shorts aside, and his length slid between the lips of my p**sy.
"Yesss," I whispered, and tilted my hips back.
My wetness lubricated him, so he easily slid back and forth, back and forth, as the movie started to play.
Daddy's other hand continued to pluck at my n**ples, sending zings of electricity down to my clit as he continued the back-and-forth motion. I wasn't sure how this could end quietly.
I stuck my ass out even further, and on the next pass, the head of Daddy's c*ck slid inside me a few inches. His breath caught in my ear.
Then he groaned softly as he thrust all the way home.
I still had no idea how this was going to play out, so I decided to tease Daddy. I squeezed my inner muscles as tight as I could. He blew out a little 'f*ck' behind me.
I smiled.
I loved tempting him. I wasn't sure I wanted to actually get caught, but the danger made it exciting.
Then again, when I thought of having Daddy all to myself. He blew out a breath when my body squeezed him again instinctively because of the direction of my thoughts.
With one hand still teasing my n**ples, he slid his other hand down the front of my shorts again. His thick middle finger rubbed up and down my clit.
"Squeeze me tight," he whispered. "Can you make me shoot just like this?"
I didn't know if I could, but he would make me come if he kept rubbing my cl*t like that.
At this point, Mom was actually watching the movie attentively, so she would likely look back at them more often than if she were working.
As if on cue, she laughed at something on the screen, then turned to see if we were laughing. I tried to smile, but ended up biting my lip to hold back a moan. Daddy chose that very moment to grind against me.
I wondered... if she looked closely... would she be able to see the slow, steady rhythm of Daddy's hand as he rubbed my hot little button?
Mom turned back to the movie. The lights were low, so she must not have been able to see all the movement happening under the blanket.
Daddy stayed buried in me to the hilt, only rotating his hips in a very inconsistent rhythm, frustrating me. I kept trying to thrust my hips, but he used his hand to hold me against him.
"I'm going to come if you keep that up," he whispered.
"Mmmmmm. That's the idea, Daddy."
"F*ck. When you call me that, it does something to me."
That was the idea as well.
"Stop whispering, you two," Mom said.
Daddy's hand froze between my thighs for a moment until Mom turned back to the TV. He blew out a relieved breath, then started building my orgasm all over again.
I tried to watch the movie, but my vision blurred as his hand moved faster and faster, sending little bolts of pleasure through me with each pass over my clit.
His movements became fast, desperate.
I was so close, I curled my toes and let out an involuntary grunt. I clamped down on him so tight, he left my nipples alone and grabbed my hip with his free hand. He started thrusting as much as he could, but there wasn't a lot of room with us both on the sofa.
It was too much, the pleasure, the excitement, Mom sitting right there. I pulled the pillow from under my head and covered my face. Daddy gave my clit a little pinch and sent me flying.
Just as my body started to convulse, Mom paused the movie. "Do you guys want some water? You're both coughing back there."
"Yes," Daddy hissed as his cock throbbed and flexed inside me with each spurt of his cum.
With a frustrated sigh, Mom got up and went into the kitchen. Daddy quickly pulled out and shoved his d*ck back into his shorts.
I'd need to do a little clean-up, so I stood when Mom came back in. She handed each of us a glass of water.
"Do you want me to wait until you get back to start the movie again?" Mom asked.
"No, it's..." I gasped as Daddy ran a finger up the inside of my thigh from behind.
Mom's brows pinched together. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, I just drank too fast and got a brain freeze."
She gave me a doubtful look, but sat back in her chair. I turned to Daddy, who was smirking at me. He held up a finger covered in his cum. I checked to make sure Mom wasn't looking, then leaned down and licked his finger clean.
When I stood, his eyes were glazed over, and his mouth was open. I hurried to the bathroom before my mom had a chance to see anything.
I heard the bathroom door slightly open, and I looked it was Daddy.
"Are you washed"? He asked, and I nodded.
He carried me and placed me on the cabinet, and minutes later, his mouth was between my legs.
"Ummmmm", I let out a soft moan as he takes me back to cloud nine, but this time he is not fucking me with his hard cock but with his tongue.
I could not contain the sweetness, the pleasure he was causing, so I had to let out a very high moan.
Then I heard a knock on my bathroom door.
It must be Mum!
GlenIt took every bit of willpower I could muster, but I managed to keep my hands off Sammy for 48 hours.We both came up with a list of demands to negotiate, plus I wanted her to take 48 hours to really think through whether she wanted to go through with this or not.The deal we had come to took a lot of negotiating.My demands? I wanted Sammy to quit FansOnly and give up her fledgling porn career. That was the toughest sell, especially when I learned how much cash she was generating. But having something she wanted, (my cock - never would have been able to predict that this was what parenting would come to), I was able to get her to really listen to me as I talked about the impact it could have on her future, and the impact it was having on her right now. I learned that Kelly’s daughter was doing it too, but without any of the nudity Sam was offering on her site, and that Sam felt she could no longer talk about it with Lori, making her feel isolated from
SamanthaI grabbed the tie at the side of my bikini bottom and undid it.“Wait--” cried Glen, pulling away from me and sitting up, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. “Wait.” I exhaled. What now?“You’re a virgin,” he said, tearing his eyes away from me and sighing.“My God, you’re a virgin.”I sat up. “So?”“You are a virgin, right?” he asked, suddenly eying me skeptically.“Yes.”“Okay, okay.” He ran his hand over his chin, stroking the shadow of a beard he was growing. “We need to take a step back.”“I want this, Glen,” I said urgently. “I need you.”He put a hand on my shoulder and looked at me, then my breasts.“Fuck, baby girl, believe me. I want this, too. But we can’t do it like this. If we’re going to do this - it’s so wrong… can we at least try to do it in the most right way possible?”I flopped back on the bed, feeling frustrated. “And what way is that?”“I don’t know,” he answered. “I don’t know. Shit.
SamanthaIt finally sank in that he was blaming himself for me watching him with Lori. For us ignoring each other all week and quietly falling apart around each other. How could he think he was at fault? I was the one who had hidden in his closet - waiting.“Daddy,” I said after a minute, perplexed. “That wasn’t your fault. I did it. I wanted to… watch.”He wrapped one big, warm hand around my head, holding me even closer. I felt so warm and secure, so safe, wrapped up in his warmth and inhaling the soothing smell of him. I sighed.I felt happy for the first time all week.We stayed that way for a couple of minutes before he spoke again.“Sweetheart, what you saw… the way I…” he gulped, “looked at you. That’s not right, though. That’s not what daddies and daughters do.”I nuzzled my nose deeper against his neck, breathing in the smell of his skin. “Do you like Kelly?” I asked, feeling tears threaten again. The question made me feel vulnerable.
SamanthaIt hadn’t been a good week in the Steeves household, to say the least.I guess neither of us could bring ourselves to address the things that had happened recently. We’d just gone too far. What was there possibly to say?Glen and I had just been outright avoiding each other all week - we weren’t even pretending not to. If we were both home, we stayed in our rooms. But I was trying to stay out as much as I could, and it seemed Glen was, too.The morning after his date with Kelly, he’d tried to talk to me about what happened. As if the man who had clearly gotten off cumming into my friend’s mom’s mouth while I watched could just switch back to being dear old dad in the morning. It was so ridiculous.He’d given me the ol’ “Honey, can we talk about what happened?” and I lost my mind, screaming at him to fuck off and leave me alone. He’d looked so shocked - hurt, even - that I’d got my wish. He just walked out of the kitchen, and we literally hadn’t spok
GlenWould she do something like that?Thinking back to the sorts of things I’d seen Sexi_Sammi doing, including how turned on she obviously was by voyeurism, I knew the answer was a definite yes. She would absolutely do something like that.I lay on the bed and reached for Kelly, pulling her down on the bed with me, and she laughed as she tumbled onto the mattress.I climbed on top of her. “God, I want to fuck you so bad,” I breathed into her hair.But she pressed a hand to my arm. “We can’t,” she said, twisting her mouth into a little moue of disappointment.Oh, Christ. My dick was already hard. I was so preoccupied with what I wanted that I’d ignored whatever signals she’d been giving me.“Oh, fuck,” I said, rolling off of her and forgetting about Sam in the closet. “I’m so sorry. Of course. I didn’t mean to--”She cut me off by laughing. “Oh, don’t get me wrong! I would love to fuck you, Glen Steeves. I’m just on my period. I can’t tonig
GlenI leaned my forehead against my arm, breathing heavily.I was standing over the toilet in the fire station washroom. Not very classy, but there weren’t a lot of places to jerk off in the fire station. No one would comment on how long I’d been in the bathroom. It wasn’t unusual.When I recovered my breathing, I wiped off my hand and my dick and stopped the video feed on my phone, pulling the earbuds out of my ears. I was reeling from what I’d just seen. It had taken everything in me not to get into the car and race home. I wanted to run up to Sam’s room and take her right then and there.Fuck. Just thinking about it was making my cock swell again. How was that even possible? I’d just cum so hard I’d probably impregnated the fire station toilet.I zipped up my pants and washed my hands, splashing some cool water on my face, and then headed into the dorm room. Most of the guys were watching TV. We hadn’t had any calls yet tonight.I lay down on my cot







