Robert Jenkins: Seducing Mom and Dad

"Mmmmmmm," Dot sighed as her father's hands began to knead her shoulders.

They felt so nice. With luck, she'd feel them on her tits soon, and maybe her cunt. A thrill of perverse desire ran through the eager girl.

"Do you… always sleep this way?" Paul managed to say.

"This way? Oh, you mean naked?" Dot giggled. "Sure. It feels kind of good. You know… sensual. Do you always sleep in those silly pajamas?"

"Well… yes… particularly when I'm not alone. When I'm with someone like you, I think it's the right thing to do."

"Really?" Dot said. She sounded disappointed. "My friend Sally says her whole family runs around naked in front of one another. That they think nothing of it. Don't you think that's nice?"

Paul didn't answer. The thought of his three gorgeous daughters running naked through the house gave him goose flesh. He knew he'd probably go out of his horny mind. But what a thought!

"It hurts really far down," Dot murmured, referring to her back. "I guess I wasn't sitting right. Can you rub that part, too?"

That part! That part was right above her ass. Paul swallowed, and slowly pulled the blankets down until the up curving swell of his daughter's naked ass showed. When he leaned a little to the side, he could see her firm young tits, or at least the edges of them, squashing out under her weight. He longed to reach down and gently stroke their smooth roundness.

Dot sighed with pleasure as her father dug his fingers firmly into the small of her back. She wriggled sensually, causing the blankets to slip down a little. The crack of the girl's ass was bared, almost all the way down to her thighs. Paul knew if the blankets slid down any farther, he'd be able to see the back of her pussy. He pulled his hands nervously away.

"Will that do?" he asked, his voice hard to control. He wanted to see, to touch that sweet young pussy more than anything in the world. But he didn't dare.

"Thanks, Daddy," Dot sighed, rolling over.

Paul caught a glimpse of her shapely, naked tits before she pulled the blankets up over them. Paul knew he should go back to his bed, but it was hard to make himself move. He could sense his daughter's warm body under the covers.

"You having a good time up here?" he asked inanely.

His hand stole out and started stroking his daughter's forehead. He suddenly remembered he used to do this when Dot was a little girl. He also remembered that the girl had always had a strange erotic effect on him, even when she was small. It was just Dot's nature. Which was maybe why he'd ignored her for so long.

"Oh… I love the mountains," Dot murmured. But she wasn't paying any more attention to her words than he was to his. Dot settled down in the bed. The coven slipped a little, baring most of her tits.

Paul began stroking the girl's face and neck. His fingers were just a few inches above the soft up swell of her firm tits. Something snapped in Paul. He knew he was going to touch those tits, and Dot knew it, too. And he knew she knew.

Paul's hand slipped down over his daughter's upper chest. She closed her eyes for a moment, to make it easier for him to do what he wanted to do. Paul's hand pushed the blanket down, baring Dot's tits, baring her body to below the waist. Any further than that, he wasn't prepared to go. Not yet.

Paul heard Dot give a slight gasp as his hand closed over her left tit. He almost drew back, but his daughter's eyes stayed closed. Then he felt her nipple growing, thrusting up against his hand. It had been so long since he'd felt anything like that happen. Helen didn't like him touching her tits. "Pawing them," she called it.

Paul began openly stroking his daughter's tits, first one, then the other. His cock throbbed pleasantly in his pants. Dot lay there, breathing a little more quickly, her eyes still closed.

"You like that?" Paul felt impelled to ask.

Dot's eyes opened, big and blue and dreamy. "Oh, yes, Daddy," she sighed. "I love it."

Her hand rose out of the covers and covered his, clasping it tightly to her swelling tits, helping it move sensuously over both the quivering mounds. Paul's blood began to heat up. It was one thing to touch his daughter's tits, but to have her like it, even help him!

"Get in bed with me, Daddy," Dot whispered.

Paul hesitated, but right at that moment, he would have done just about anything the girl asked. And he at least had his pajamas to cover his rapidly hardening cock.

Somewhat clumsily, Paul slid into bed alongside his daughter. He could feel her hot, naked skin radiating heat through his thin pajamas.

"Can't you take those silly things off?" Dot urged.

Sighing, Paul shrugged out of his pajamas. He'd have never done it if the blankets hadn't been hiding both their bodies.

When they were naked, Dot squirmed closer to him. He felt one bare tit digging into his upper arm. "Can you touch me some more?" Dot asked softly. "I love to be touched."

Paul took the girl in his arms. He wasn't sure just where all this was leading, but he didn't care. All that mattered was the comforting feel of this affectionate young girl in his arms. It had been so long since he'd felt any tenderness. That the girl was his own daughter bothered him. Only the fact it didn't seem to bother her made all this illicit fondling possible. Paul decided it was just fondling. Pretty daring fondling, both of them naked in bed together, but so far, just fondling.

Dot moved closer. She was lying on her back, her hips close to his. Reaching for his daughter's tits again, Paul rolled on his side towards her. His half-swollen cock slapped down onto her thigh. To his surprise, the girl moved even closer, her breathing speeding up.

Jesus! Paul thought. Could he be reading this right? He left his cock where it lay on her thigh, his hands roaming hotly over Dot's firm, upthrusting tits.

"Oooohhhhhhh," the girl sighed as her nipples began to swell with passion again. She writhed a little against her father's naked body. His cock began to swell larger.

Paul smelled the unmistakable odor of aroused cunt. It had been so long since he'd smelled it, but he recognized it immediately. Dot was sexually turned on!

Well, why not, with his hands on her tits and his rigid cock pressing into her soft hips? Jesus, but he wanted to touch her cunt! He had little doubt he could, the way his daughter was starting to pant. It was only the last vestiges of his conscience holding him back. After all, Dot was his daughter!

Oh the hell with that Paul thought. His hungry hand stole down over his daughter's quivering belly. How soft her skin was! Then his fingers were brushing through a screen of soft silky pussy hair. He reached lower, felt the girl's soft cunt-mound give resiliently under his touch. He couldn't feel anything but hair and soft mounded flesh yet.

Then something seemed to open up. His finger suddenly slipped down into a tight little crevice. Hot wetness surrounded his fingertip.

"Aaaaahhhh!" Dot moaned as her father's finger began running hotly up and down her ready pussy-slit. Having worked herself up to this forbidden pleasure for days, she responded violently. Her hips jerked upward, trapping as much of her father's roving hand as they could.

Paul reacted just as strongly. His blood began to boil. Quickly he slid his finger lower, digging it up into his daughter's tight little pussy-hole.

"Uuunnnhhh!" Dot's entire body jerked convulsively as she at last felt her father's finger up inside her horny twat. But she remembered the quick and brutal way he had fucked her mother. She didn't want that. No… it was time he had some training.

"Please… Daddy… be gentle," the girl whimpered, playing the part of the shy and timid virgin. While all the time her cunt ached to be stuffed, filled, raped.

Remorse flooded through Paul. Instantly he started to withdraw his finger, but Dot, reading his intention, reached down and clamped his hand tightly to her pussy.