Brin giggled a little as her dad jumped off her and started for the kitchen. His cock was still hard, glistening with her moisture and his cum, and it flapped up and down as he tried to hurry. As he turned into the kitchen, she caught a glimpse of his firm ass.
She was stunned by what had happened. It was only recently that sheâd thought of her Dad as sexy, and it was only very recently that sheâd allowed him into her fantasies. Had she been trying to seduce him all along?
Brin really didnât know the answer to that question. What she did know was that she wanted him again as soon as possible.
She got up from the couch and moved to stand in the kitchen doorway. Her dad had managed to silence the alarm by turning on the exhaust fan and throwing open a window, and he was now standing at the sink rinsing out the ruined skillet. Brin padded silently across the room until she was behind him, then slipped her arms around his waist as she pressed her body against him.
âHi, Dad,â she said softly.
âIâm sorry, Brin.â
âNo youâre not, Dad. And neither am I,â Brin replied, running her hands up and down Tomâs torso.
No, Iâm not, Tom thought, and thatâs the fucking problem isnât it? Iâve just had sex with my daughter, which horrifies me. But Iâve also just fucked one of the sexiest women I know, and I want to fuck her again.
Tom turned around, aware that his cock was already starting to rise, and he doubted the stiffness of Brinâs nipples had anything to do with standing nude in the kitchen. He embraced her, and Brin kissed his chest softly.
When Brin pulled away, Tom felt a stab of disappointment. But she just took his hand in hers and pulled him toward the door.
âCâmon, Dad, letâs get cleaned up,â she said quietly.
Tom followed in her wake like a puppy on a leash, through the den – the den of iniquity, he had time to think and laughed at himself – and up the stairs. He was prepared for Brin to take him into her room, but she bypassed it and headed into the master bedroom. Tom felt another jolt of guilt as he looked at the carefully made bed he shared with Lexi and the photo of her with Brin that was on his nightstand.
Brin turned, reaching up and sliding her arms around her Dadâs neck.
âKiss me,â she said as she looked right into Tomâs eyes.
Tom lowered his face to hers and their mouths met. It was a slow, languorous kiss. Loving, playful, sweet; not two mouths crushed together in a âtongue fightâ like theyâd shared earlier. Tom slid his hands down his daughterâs back until he was cupping her firm ass. His stiff prick brushed against her belly, and when Brin reached between them to take it in her hand, Tom pushed harder against her.
Again, Brin broke their embrace, but this time instead of leading him by the hand, she led Tom by the cock over to the bed. She threw back the covers and got on the bed, on her knees as her dad stood at the edge and smiled. She draped her arms around his neck again.
âI thought you said we needed a shower,â Tom said.
âNo, I didnât,â Brin replied, her eyes sparkling and mischevious. âI said, âletâs get cleaned up.ââ
âThereâs a difference?â Tom asked.
âYes, a biiiiggg difference,â Brin said, grasping her dadâs cock again.
Tom laughed at her double entendre and played along.
âAnd what would that be?â
âWell,â Brin said, stroking Tomâs cock and looking him dead in the eye, âone involves water.â
âAnd the other?â
âJust this,â Brin replied, releasing her dadâs cock, placing her mouth on his chest and licking him.
Tom was amused by his daughterâs playfulness, but amusement became full out arousal as Brin didnât stop. She kissed and licked his nipples, running her hands over Tomâs back and sides. Then she began to lick her way up and down her fatherâs body, over his belly and just above his cock. Finally she took his shaft in her hand again, and, with a murmured âmmmmm,â lifted it and gave him a long, slow lick from his balls to the head.
All that time, her eyes never left Tomâs.
âWanna clean up, Dad?â
âYes, baby.â
âMmmm, then you should get on the bed.â
Brin slid back, still on her knees, while Tom moved onto the bed. They embraced and their mouths came together again, a deep, probing kiss that left Brin breathless. She placed her hands on her dadâs chest and urged him to lie down. She straddled him, supporting herself with her hands and knees on either side of Tomâs body. Her hair hung down around her face as she leaned down to kiss him again.
Tom ran his hands up and down the smooth skin of Brinâs thighs as their tongues swirled in and out of each otherâs mouths. He was in a daze – denial really – that his nude daughter was here in the bed he shared with Lexi, his cock still slick from having fucked her on the sofa just a short while ago.
Brin broke their kiss, only to move her hungry mouth to Tomâs neck. She planted soft, sucking kisses all along his jaw line, his throat and up to his ears.
Lifting her head, she looked Tom in the eyes and, smiling, said simply, âI love you, Dad.â
âI love you, too, Brin. I donât know what happens from here, but I love you.â
âI donât know either, Dad, but I donât want this to stop right now.â
âIt wonât,â Tom said, lifting his head to kiss Brin again.
When their mouths parted the next time, Brin lowered the top half of her body onto Tomâs, letting the tips of her hard nipples graze his hairy chest. Sheâd read about this on some erotic story site, but never tried it, but the feeling sent electric shocks through her body and right into her pussy. She moved her breasts up and down and around her dadâs body, and from the deep breathing and subtle movement of his hips, she knew he was enjoying it as much as she was.
She continued the âtit massageâ – as she thought of it – down Tomâs body. At one point, she cupped one of her heavy breasts and pushed the nipple into her dadâs navel. Brin had no idea why this felt so good, so sensous, so dirty. She was only doing what felt right, what she thought would bring her dad pleasure.
Tom was enthralled. It had been so long since heâd been with another woman, and while he wanted to concentrate fully on Brin, he couldnât help but see and feel the similarities and the contrast between his daughter and his wife.
Lexi was an exuberant, vocal lover. As straight-laced as they came in public – often admonishing Tom for saying âfuckâ in a moment of frustration or anger – she used the dirtiest words imaginable in bed, driving Tom crazy with lust. He loved going down on her, licking and kissing and tongue fucking until she could no longer stand it. But by far, Lexiâs favorite thing to do in bed was get on top and ride her husbandâs cock. Sheâd put her hands on his chest, pumping her hips up and down, back and forth, making sure his cock slid against her clit with every stroke. Tom loved watching her meaty tits bounce as she fucked him, and heâd reach up to squeeze them roughly, pinching her nipples. Lexi would then brace herself with one hand while taking the other behind her ass to stroke Tomâs balls. That was almost invariably a sign that she was about to cum, and Tom would stop any pretense of holding back and explode inside his sexy wife.
Brin was definitely a younger version of her mother. In fact, at 21, it was eerie how much she looked like Lexi at that age. Was that part of the reason Tom was in bed with his own daughter as she cupped her tits and began rubbing them over his stiff prick? And just where the fuck had his baby girl learned to do this shit?
Brin dragged a nipple the length of her dadâs cock. She took particular delight in rubbing it against the head of that shaft she couldnât believe sheâd finally felt inside her. Her nipple was soon sticky with pre-cum. As Tom watched her, Brin looked right into his eyes, pushed her tit up and lowered her head and licked her own nipple, savoring the taste. Tom groaned with pleasure when he saw this and involuntarily thrust his hips up.
Brin laughed brightly.
âMmmm, I think you saw something you like, didnât you, Dad?â she cooed, taking him in her hand and working her hand slowly up and down, using her thumb to spread more of his precum over the head.
âOh, fuck,â Tom whispered. âYou gotta stop or…â
âOr what, Dad?â Youâll cum? Youâll cum again for me?â She asked, smiling as she continued to stroke Tomâs cock and then leaned over to twirl her tongue around the head.
âYes, yeah, Iâll cum, Brin. Iâll come hard, baby,â Tom moaned. How the hell had he gone from fun-loving, but firm Dad to putty – very stiff putty – in his daughterâs hands in the space of an hour?
âMmmmm, good, Dad, âcuz thatâs what I want,â Brin replied, then closed her lips around Tomâs shaft, pumping him with her hand even as she took him deeper into her mouth. She began to work up and down his cock, sucking hard then letting go to swirl her soft tongue against him. She let him slip from her mouth with an audible pop to tease the head with the tip of her tongue, lust filling her eyes as she started at her dad, her hand never stopping its stroking.
âFeel good? Like my mouth, Dad? Like me sucking your big dick?â
Tom couldnât answer coherently. He just flexed his legs, arched his back, and laced his fingers in Brinâs hair. He pushed her mouth back toward his cock. Brin smiled up at him one more time and engulfed his shaft, taking all of it in her mouth.
The time for talking and teasing was done. She was going to take her dad over the edge now, no holding back. She wanted to taste him, to feel his hot juice on her tongue. Whether it was from the pressure from her dadâs hand in her hair or her own exertion, Brin slammed her mouth up and down his cock faster and faster, her hand still rubbing the base and his balls. Suddenly she felt Tomâs cock pulsing in her mouth. She felt it begin to jerk, and she heard him groan with pleasure. Her mouth was filled with hot cream, and then she, too, began to moan, moaning around her fatherâs cock as he exploded and his cum was sliding down her throat.
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