Robert Jenkins - Seducing Mom and Dad

Dot knew she couldn't do much tonight. She slowly undressed and got into bed naked. Her hand stole down towards her cunt. Tonight, when she masturbated, she was going to have a new fantasy – the thought of her father's big cock sliding up into her horny little cunt.

Dot got her chance a few days later. Paul was ordered by his company to check a job in a small mountain community about two hundred miles north. "Damn… I'll have to be away overnight," he grumbled.

"Take me with you, Daddy," Dot said excitedly. "It's supposed to be so beautiful up there."

"Oh… I can't do that…"

"Why not?" Dot replied. "Oh, Daddy, it's been so long since you took me anywhere. Do you remember, when I was a little girl…"

But Dot wasn't a little girl any more. Paul looked at his daughter's lush figure, her solid tits and sleek, rounded ass. He felt a slow stirring in his loins.

Stop! his mind shrieked. But Paul wasn't listening. Something primitive surged in him. He decided to take Dot, convincing himself it was because he hadn't spent much time with any of his daughters lately.

Dot prepared carefully for the trip. When they started out in the morning, she was dressed modestly enough, wearing a neat little jacket and a skirt. Her mother, who had mixed feelings about Dot going with Paul, nodded approvingly to herself. Dot usually dressed in a way that seared her mother's frustrated soul.

But once they were well out of town and the sun started shining in her window, Dot shrugged out of her jacket. "Whew… getting hot," she said.

It was very shortly Paul's turn to get hot. Under the jacket, Dot was wearing a skimpy, almost sheer blouse. Sheer enough for him to be able to barely make out her pink-shaded little nipples.

But what was most disconcerting to Paul was the way the top of the silky blouse gaped open. There weren't really enough buttons to hold it closed. Several times, as Dot leaned a little forward, he was able to make out the whole of her right tit. Right down to the virginal-looking little nipple.

Paul's driving began to become erratic. He kept staring over at his daughter. First at her tits. Then he noticed that her skirt was slowly riding up her shapely thighs. Dot kept squirming around on the seat, searching for more comfortable positions. Paul caught glimpses of her panties. Once, a long enough glimpse for him to think he saw her blonde beaver flattened under the tight crotch piece. The panties were even more sheer than the blouse.

At first Dot's squirmings had been intentional. She was purposely trying to turn her father on, experiencing a thrill as she sensed his temperature rising.

Then the increasing beauty of the countryside caught her attention. She began to ooh and aah as the road gained altitude. Soon they were in the mountains, tall trees and grassy meadows on every side. Oddly, Dot's new innocence was more exciting to her father than her earlier conscious efforts to turn him on.

Paul checked out the job in the afternoon. Everything was going according to schedule. He would have to make one more check in the morning.

It was motel time. There was only one in the area, a fairly old place, but with big, comfortable, old-fashioned rooms. Paul tried to get two singles, one for himself, one for Dot. The manager started making noises about being all filled up, except for one room. Dot was delighted. This would make everything easier.

"Come on, let's take it," she urged her father. "The man says it has two beds. And it'll be cheaper than two rooms anyhow."

Paul let himself be persuaded. Frankly, the thought of sharing a room with his nubile second daughter was thrilling. He'd realized all day that his thoughts about Dot were not really what a father's should be toward his nineteen-year-old daughter. But here, away from home, the usual rules seemed a little blurred. His sex-starved soul and body appreciated the exciting nearness of the beautiful young girl.

He took the room. It was fairly big, with one double bed and a single. It had a separate dressing room, tucked into a little alcove, with no door, just an arch leading into it from the main room. The bathroom was on its other side.

Now that it was time for bed, Dot began her big play. Her stomach fluttered nervously. She knew she was planning on doing something that all society said was forbidden, wrong. But the very forbiddenness of it strangely excited her perverse little soul. She kept telling herself she was doing it for the good of her family.

Paul undressed in the bathroom and put on his pajamas while Dot was still unpacking in the bedroom. Paul hardly dared look at himself in the bathroom mirror. His cock was half-hard.

Then it was Dot's turn. She chose to undress in the dressing room. Mostly because she'd noticed there was a big full-length mirror near the entrance that let anyone from the general area of her father's bed see into most of the dressing room. Dot could tantalize Paul and pretend innocence.

Paul tried to look away as his daughter undressed. But a flash of pink skin in the mirror chew his hungry gaze like a magnet. Dot had taken off her blouse. Paul stared. God damn, the girl had gorgeous tits! Paul watched his daughter's solid knockers sway and twitch as she moved. The nipples danced and jerked.

Then she bent to slip out of her skirt. It fell in a puddle of cloth at her feet. Now Dot was wearing nothing but her panties. She left them on awhile, knowing her half-nudity would make her father ache to see more.

Picking up a bottle of lotion, Dot began stroking it into her skin. She paid particular attention to her tits, rubbing the lotion in a long time. The twin, pink-tipped mounds gave and changed shape under her massaging fingers. The nipples even plumped up a little as her fingers grazed over their rubbery pinkness.

Then Dot hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down over her hips. Watching from the other room, staring into the mirror as he pretended to be asleep, Paul felt his breath suck in. He waited for the girl to straighten up so he could see her cunt. When she did, he saw that her beaver was indeed blonde, a perfect fluffy little golden triangle.

Dot rubbed lotion into her thighs. She had to open her legs a little. Paul caught a glimpse of pink cunt-flesh, the girl's pussy-slit. His cock started throbbing inside his pajamas. He was thankful they were loose.

Finally, Dot pulled on her robe and came into the bedroom. Paul rolled over the other way. He heard the creak of bedsprings. Then the rustle of blankets. Only then did Paul roll back over.

"Oh, Daddy… I'm so tired," Dot sighed. "I'm not used to being in a car so much."

The girl let a long moment pass. "Do you think you could rub my back a little? I don't know if I can get to sleep, it hurts so much."

Paul stiffened. The last thing his excited mind needed was the thought of actually laying hands on his daughter's lush little body. But it was tempting… so tempting.

Paul rolled out of bed as he heard Dot toll over onto her stomach. He was glad she was facing away, because his half-erection was tenting out the front of his pants. He approached his daughter's blanket-covered form, such a small little huddle.

Then he stopped dead. Dot's robe was lying on the floor next to the bed. And he remembered she had put nothing on underneath it before she came into the bedroom.

His daughter was naked in bed!

Paul almost went back to his own bed. But Dot stirred under the covers. "Daddy? Aren't you going to rub me?"

Paul swallowed hard. He sat on the edge of Dot's bed. He had given her the double. He had to move over a little to reach her.

Slowly Paul pulled the blankets down. Dot's naked shoulders and upper part of her back lay below him, pink and naked, smooth-skinned, young and taut.