Norma Egan - Peeping maid

"What did you want, Trish?" said Foster. "I heard you call out for me as I was passing your room.”

Trish yawned and said in a cooing little-girl voice, "Oh^ Daddy, I feel so awful.”

Foster chuckled and pulled a chair up to the bedside. "Well, that will teach you to drink too much at parties," he said.

"It isn't that, Daddy," Trish pouted. "I really don't have a hangover. It's that Richard Price.”

Foster sighed. "The lawyer, the one you've got such a crush on?" he said. "Baby, I'm sorry, but I don't think he feels the same way about you. You're too young for him, probably. I don't think he even knows you exist.”

"Ohhhhh," Trish wailed, bursting into tears, "I want him.”

"Now, now," said Foster.

Trish suddenly threw back the covers, leaped out of bed, and climbed onto her father's lap. Her long coltish legs were fully revealed by the tiny bikini bottoms of her nightie. She threw her arms around Foster's neck and nuzzled him, sobbing. Foster sighed and put his arms around her.

"I followed Richard all over last night," Trish moaned, "and he hardly said hello.”

"Well, even rich little girls can't have everything," Foster said, patting her. "He'd probably rather marry someone older.”

"Oh, it isn't marriage I'm thinking about," Trish said with irritation. "I just wanta ball him, Daddy. He's sooo sexy-and I'm so horny.”

Lita blushed as she watched this encounter. Trish was eighteen, pretty old to be sitting on her father's lap. Even more shocking, she was using crude language, telling her own father how horny she was. Lita thought it was all very strange. Foster Barton didn't seem upset, though.

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that, baby," he said, "but Fm sure you have lots of boyfriends who'd rush right over here and help you out. Why don't you call Willie?”

Trish wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Oh, he's just a kid," she said haughtily. "I want a man.”

Foster chuckled and pulled her tighter against him, rocking her like a child. "So my little girl is horny," he said. "Well, let's just think what we can do about that… ”

Lita had a strange prickling sensation all down her spine. There was something very very wrong with this scene, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. An eighteen-year-old girl sitting on her father's lap, telling him her sexual problems-it was a little kinky but not quite outside the realm of normality. But there was something else not quite right…

As Foster held and rocked his pretty long-legged daughter, he slipped a hand up under the top of her nightie. Lita could see the bulge as he gently cupped one of her little pointed tits. He molded and squeezed the soft warm young breast, and Trish purred and nuzzled closer to him. Neither of them seemed to think his action unusual.

Lita found it so unusual that she blushed. This scene was getting more kinky by the minute. It was definitely not normal for a father to play with his teenage daughter's tits. My God, was it possible…? Just a few hours ago she'd watched Carol Barton make it with her own stepson. Was it possible that there was even more intense incest going on in this house?

Now Trish was leaning back against her father's shoulder, and he had both hands up under her nightie, squeezing and molding both her pert pointed tits. The girl sighed and kissed his neck. Foster slowly drew off the top of her nightie and dropped it on the floor. Now Lita could see his tanned hard hands busily fondling his own daughter's breasts.

"Honey," he said, "you know I'd do anything to give what you want, but Richard isn't on my payroll. I don't have any kind of handle on him. Otherwise you know I’d have him delivered right to your bed.”

"I know, Daddy," Trish sighed, "but, gee, I want him sooo much… ”

Lita's scalp prickled. Trish wasn't using her normal voice. She spoke in a high cooing tone like a ten-year-old girl. She let Foster cuddle and rock her like a baby. Yet at the same time she was wiggling her round little butt right over his cock and letting him fool around with her naked tits. No, this scene wasn't normal at all…

"I know, baby, I know," Foster said soothingly, "but I'm afraid this is one man you can't have. You'll just have to make do with somebody else. Is it pretty bad, honey? Are you very very horny?”

"Ooooo, yes," Trish said in her strange little-girl voice. "I'm so horny I could scream, Daddy. Just feel.”

She seized Foster's hand and laid it right over her crotch.

Lita gasped and turned beet red. My God, my God, these people… As she watched, wide-eyed and shocked, Trish rubbed her father's hand back and forth over her panty crotch. Foster chuckled.

"Umm-hmm," he said, "you're pretty wet down there, little lady.”

Trish licked his neck and wiggled her butt again, brazenly stimulating his cock. His hand remained on her crotch, gently caressing, while with the other hand he continued to toy with her breast, rubbing his thumb over the little brown nipple, making it taut and erect.

"Help me out, Daddy," Trish cooed.

Lita thought she was as shocked as she could possibly be. but she wasn't prepared for what came next. Foster grinned at his pretty teenage daughter and then slipped his hand right down inside her panties. His hand closed over her pouting muff and began to squeeze rhythmically, molding her mons and clit.

"Ummmm, yes, Daddy," Trish sighed, "that's nice… ”

She let her long slim legs fall open, giving her father plenty of room to squeeze and stimulate her pouting little mons. Foster's hand gripped and released, gripped and released, and as he steadily massaged her pussy, Lita could see a widening stain of cunt juice soaking the crotch of her panties.

"Ummmm, yeah, Daddy," Trish moaned, "that's what I need… Don't stop… ”

Foster was showing the first obvious signs of arousal, his face getting flushed, his voice going husky. His daughter's small silky bush was right in his hand, her scalding pussy juice soaking his fingers. His breathing got louder and faster, and he increased the tempo of his play with her pussy and tit.

"Honey, let's get your panties off," he said at last. "I can work better that way.”

Trish said nothing, only smiled and raised her little round ass so Foster could slip her panties down. She kicked them off, giggling softly, then settled back onto his lap, opening her long legs wide for him. Lita saw her dainty pink slit with its very fine fringe of light brown hairs-and then Foster's hand closed over it again, squeezing, massaging.

"Oooooo, Daddy," Trish cooed, "oooooo, yeah, play with my pussy… ”

Lita was horrified by the blatantly incestuous scene, and yet in some wicked way it was turning her on. She felt warmth and moisture in her pussy, and she knew she was going to go on spying. She licked her lips and watched intently as Foster held and squeezed his daughter's small brown-furred mons. Her cream was trickling out between his lingers.

"Feeling better now, honey?" he said hoarsely.

"Ummm-hmmm," Trish murmured, "but don't stop, Daddy… It feels so nice… ”

"All right, baby," said Foster. "You know I'd do anything to make my little girl happy… ”

I bet you would, Lita thought grimly.

Foster then used his fingers to spread the small plump lips of Trish's mons, uncovering the tiny red dot of her clit… He seized the little fleshy button between his thumb and forefinger and started to knead it briskly. Irish flinched violently and gave a hoarse cry of pleasure. A great flood of hot pussy juice soaked Foster's lap.

"Oooooo," Irish squealed, "oh, wow, yes, Daddy, play with my clit… ”

Foster kneaded the tiny red button till the girl was squealing continually and writhing in his lap, her aroused pussy juicing heavily onto his robe and pajamas. He watched the girl's reactions, and he licked his lips. Her pert little tits were swollen taut with arousal, the tiny brown nipples stiff and bumpy. Her face was pink, her eyes fluttering and rolling.