“Meine Tür ist immer offen für dich Papa!”
***
The bathroom door was barely locked before I had my cock in my hand. The same hand that had touched her ran over veiny meat. Foreskin barely pulled over the swollen head. The steady flow of precum soon helped with the exercise. I breathed hard as I jerked. Why the fuck couldn’t Helen greet me like that! It was fine, I told myself. It just happened that Becca had an 18-year-old’s body. Any man would be aroused by that. I closed my eyes and was greeted with the mental image — my big hands on a tight body as I slammed into it from behind. The butterfly on her lower back. Flecks of precum splattered the bowl. I tried to stifle my moans as the door shook from her knocks.
“Dad, are you nearly done? I really need to go!”
“For fuck’s sake!” I muttered as I stuffed my dripping cock down my pants. Of course, I was nearly done. Cold water drenched my hands and face. Opening the door, Becca kept her hands between her legs as she performed the ‘I need to pee dance.’ Bodies rubbed as she brushed passed me seeking immediate release. The back of her hand truly confounded my poor cock. Shutting the door after me, I caught a glimpse of knickers around ankles. I assumed her smile was because of the relief. I hoped she wasn’t going to fall off the seat — those things could be awfully slippy when wet.
“Did you give her a good spanking yet?” Jack said as he passed me in the hallway.
“Nah. Not yet, son.”
What was the point. A punishment doesn’t really work if both parties enjoy it. Red faced and frustrated, I entered the kitchen. A bowl of what looked like gruel was getting cold on the table. Fuck it. It didn’t matter. I was too revved up for food. Joining Helen on the couch didn’t appeal to me either. I needed to do something other than watch reality tv. Fuck or fight. I went down to the basement and tore off my shirt. My cock was still as hard as the barbell hovering above the bench. Changing strategy, I decided that lifting something heavy might release some tension. There was the Jack threat too. I was proud of my son, for sure, but wasn’t quite ready to let him get the better of me just yet. My fingers curled around the shiny bar. I grunted as steel clanged. Having given up on my cock, I hoped that I’d at least have some success pumping iron.
“Such a little tease,” I spat between reps.
***
I lay in bed, wide awake, wearing nothing but my boxers. It was one of those warm nights where having a hairy chest was a distinct disadvantage. I must have been made for the ice. A workout and wash had brought some relief, but the bedsheets over me were now pitched up like a tent. I rolled, sticking Helen in the ass with my erection. I ran my hand down her body as I pecked her neck. Jamming fingers beneath her knickers, I sank between cheeks and strummed warm lips.
“C’mon…C’mon babe!” I pleaded.
The lack of response was no surprise. I could see over her, the open bottle of sleeping pills on the bedside locker. It didn’t make any difference to me whether she was awake or asleep. She, however, wasn’t very happy the last time I’d taken her in that state — even going so far as to throw around accusations of rape. Hoping her pussy would weep, my lips glanced unresponsive ears.
“What am I supposed to do when you sedate yourself every night. Fucking. Uptight. Asshole.”
Neither of us had the same urges we had when we were 25, but Helen seemed to have dried up completely.
“I’m sorry, babe. I know it’s not your fault. It’s just fucking age.”
My aching balls being less compassionate, I slid out of bed. At this hour, I’d have the bathroom all to myself. I followed my cock down the dimly lit hallway. A small ray of light spilled from the top. Jack’s snores drowned out my footsteps as I passed his door. The bathroom was pitch black, but it was close. It wouldn’t be long now until sweet relief. All I had to do was turn left. The light spilled from her room. I followed my cock.
“Shut the door,” she whispered.
I eased it closed behind me. Becca was sitting upright in bed — illuminated by the bedside lamp. That same fucking top. My boxers were off by the time I got to her. I ran my fingers through her hair and pushed into her warm mouth. Her hair was soft as she tasted precum. Probably softer than the pubes harassing her nose. Taking me deeper, Becca’s concentrating eyes were glued to my swollen cock. Her firm tits sat nicely in the tank-top. My excited thrusts slowing, it was only a matter of time before our eyes locked. The undeniable image – my daughter’s head bobbing on my cock. I desperately felt around for the bedside lamp switch. The light had done its job in guiding me here. Now it was time for the darkness to conceal my sin. Hidden, my two hands worked my daughter’s head.
“Oh, Becca!”
I plunged my hand down her top and cupped a soft breast. I was glad I couldn’t see old, wrinkly balls tapping her delicate chin. Her fingers curled around my meat as she slid off for air. I was quick to guide her back onto me. The way her tongue moved; I knew she’d done this before. Little slut. It was probably for the best. The last thing I needed was a shy, inexperienced girl. A quick release was all I wanted. No. Needed. My breathing morphed into grunting, and my groin started to go tingle. Finally! I thought. I’m finally going to fucking cum.
I snapped out of my ‘almost orgasm’ face as she abandoned my cock. Only warm air caressed it now. I could see neither her, nor my blue balls in the dark, although I could sense she was near. I almost knocked the lamp over as I lit the scene. Fluid dripped off my glistening dick. Becca was propped up against the headboard, her hands busy rolling panties down smooth legs. She smiled as she slingshot the warm garment at me. She touched herself as she talked.
“Don’t you want to see me, daddy? I want to see you.”
My hand drifted slowly from hair covered pecs to stomach. I wasn’t fat by any means, but it was at times like this that I wish I still had a six pack. I slowly jerked myself and placed a knee on the mattress.
“I was so close, honey. I really wish you’d kept going.”
A wicked smile crossed her face as she rolled a teasing finger. The bedframe creaked under my full weight. My knuckles dragged along her soft inner thigh — up, up towards my prize. I rubbed her pussy as we kissed. Out of all the things, it was her tongue that felt the strangest. I couldn’t count the number of kisses she’d given me over the years — only now was I tasting my little girl’s tongue. I wedged my hand under her naked ass in an attempt to lay her flat.
“Naughty Gerry,” she said as she threaded my hair.
The sheer attitude on this girl. She pushed me down between her legs. I, however, was more concerned with my own pleasure. Nevertheless, I kissed her pink diamond. She moaned as I ran my tongue along it.
“Wow…Becca,”
“I trimmed it…for you.”
I drove my tongue inside her twat and tasted more of her juices. It had been a long time since I’d eaten pussy, but couldn’t recall it ever been as good as this. She tried to hold in her high-pitched shrieks. My poor hair was taking the brunt of her restraint. Her head arched, she sent little moans to the ceiling. I cruelly took advantage of her distracting pleasure. Jerking her ass, she was soon directly beneath me — her legs parted either side of my raging manhood.