All Chapters of Dirty Family Secrets: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

After you get creampied by your father, you become a changed woman. At least, that's how I saw it. The next day after the incident in my bedroom was weird. To some degree, I think we were both a little embarrassed about what happened. Neither of us brought it up at first. But while I had grown completely addicted to making the dildo cum inside me, I recognized the fact that there was already a brand-new addiction forming. All day long, thoughts of what it felt like when my dad came inside me floated through my head. And when it was time for bed, I emptied the last of my cum lube into the dildo's reservoir and went to town on myself with it. Of course, I thought about my dad the entire time. When I made it squirt, it was my dad's cum I imagined as it filled my pussy. Unfortunately, the fake sperm wasn't warm like his had been, so the sensation was lacking.Finally, Sunday night arrived. Two days since my dad had spewed his load inside of me. I felt a strange mix of emotions about every

He sped up a little, grunting. Every time he pushed forward, his cock buried itself to the hilt. I swear he was tickling my cervix, he was so fucking deep! Holy crap it felt insane! He had his hands on either side of my chest, using the bed for support while he undulated his hips between my legs. He started to hitch a little and then, with a violent final thrust, he slammed his body forward, reaching a new depth within my cunt. He held himself still. A few seconds later, he started to spew."OH GOD!" my father roared. "SUMMER!"The fiery ropes of cum he was planting in my womb lit the fuse on my second orgasm. I screamed as it buffeted me. The tingling started deep inside my cunt, but quickly swept out to envelop my entire crotch, clit, stomach, and even my tits. My nipples were itching. My dad continued to shoot blasts of sperm into my depths. And with his cock buried all the way inside, the sensation was quite different. I felt it so deep, I swear he was filling my belly with the ho

When my daddy walked into my room, I was already lying naked in bed. He was wearing a pair of light gray boxer briefs and nothing else. In his hands, he held a small bottle, but I didn't know what it was. For a few seconds, I found myself admiring his mostly naked body. His chest muscles were incredibly attractive. He was staring at me much the same way. It was the first time he had ever seen me completely naked. When his eyes slid across my tits, his nostrils flared. I could feel my pussy getting wetter just by the way he was looking at me.He looked nervous, but I smiled at him as I said, "Hi daddy.""Hi," he said back. That seemed to break the momentary spell, and he padded over to my bed and sat down.Grabbing hold of the dildo, I held it toward him and asked, "Will you help me put this in my butt first? Like I said, I... I've never done that before."He nodded, taking it from me. "It'll probably be easiest if you're on your hands and knees," he said, sounding much more sure of hi

"You mean where you fuck me in the ass?" I asked, teasingly. Then I nodded and whispered, "Very much so, yes."He nodded and, just like that, we started scrambling around as we changed positions. Once I was on my hands and knees, I thought he was about to apply lubricant to my rear. Instead, he mashed his face between my butt crack and started licking and lapping at my anus. It felt wonderful! After a minute, I started squirming with arousal. My pussy was producing so much fluid, juice dripped onto his bed as I swayed.Finally, he pulled his face back. Then my dad began lubing up my ass once more, much like last time. He used a liberal amount again. He did seem to spend a little extra time fingering my bum hole, working the gel a little deeper than he had the night before. I didn't mind. In fact, I relished the sensation I felt every time he dipped his finger inside me. Finally, he seemed satisfied with the amount of lubricant because he tossed the bottle over the side of the bed."He

I couldn't help but laugh while at the same time, my face turned bright red. An image flashed in my mind of my son drinking my milk. But then I realized he was looking toward the kitchen. Oh. He hadn't meant he was thirsty for my breast milk. My face became even more flush. Oh jeez. I looked away."Why are you blushing again?" Josh asked and I shook my head, looking anywhere but at him. "Mom?" he asked softly. When I still didn't answer, it clicked. "Oh. Oh! You thought I was making a joke about being thirsty... for those?" he nodded toward my chest.If my face got any redder, I thought I might pass out from blood loss elsewhere. But I nodded at him and said faintly, "Uh, yeah."I thought he would laugh, but he didn't. After a few seconds, I glanced at him. He was staring at my chest. At my breasts. At the two ever-growing damp circles. I had never felt so embarrassed around him before. Even when he had walked in on me naked in the bath a few weeks before Emma was born. He spoke softl