Kathy Andrews - Camping with mom

His head jerked around. He stared at her. His expression was a strange mixture of surprise and confusion.

"I brought you here to show you me, your daughter," she said, words rushing out. "I'm a woman, your daughter is a woman. I want to show you that woman."

His mouth fell slightly ajar. She knew what he must be thinking, but she had committed herself. She had said what she wanted to say and now she wanted him.

Before he could answer, she threw her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth to his. Her tongue flicked out and darted between his parted lips. She taunted and teased, but there was no response. He sat there frozen, as though he were a man in a state of shock.

She pulled away a bit, undaunted. Her eyes rose to his. "Make love to me. I want you to make love to me."

Again she kissed her father. Her tongue, like a moist whip, flicked into his mouth, taunting and tapping. Suddenly, she felt him stir. He didn't move away. Instead, his hands were on her waist, holding her.

She pressed closer, rolling the firm, young cones of her tits against her father's chest. She hugged close, so that he could feel her body and recognize its willingness to please him.

Jason Jefferies' body responded to his daughter before his mind accepted what was happening. And then it was too late. What Linda was proposing seemed no different than what had happened between him and his sister. He loved his daughter, and his body with the warm sensations coursing in his loins told him that he wanted her. If he had thought of refusing her, it was a battle lost before it started.

His hands rose and caressed the young girl's cheeks. Gently he cradled her face, while he returned her kiss. His tongue entered her mouth, playfully teasing at her sprite oral digit.

For moments, they just sat there, father and daughter, holding one another, savoring the exciting feel of each other's bodies. And when their lips parted, his head lowered a bit, his hand easing back the strands of her strawberry blonde hair. His tongue and lips then busied themselves with the delicate lobe of her ear.

The young girl moaned. She nestled closer to him. Her hands rose to his chest, caressing its broad expanse. Then her finger went to work on his shirt, slipping buttons from holes and exposing his chest. By the time his mouth worked down to the graceful tan arch of her neck, she had opened his shirt and her fingertips were fondling the pebble-like forms of his nipples.

It was happening! Linda couldn't believe it. Her father was in her arms. After all her planning, it had been so easy! Now she would be his and he hers, if only for this moment. And that was enough. It was more than she had ever dreamt would happen.

Her father's lips were on her throat kissing downward. His hands opened the buttons of her blouse. She moaned softly as he suddenly ducked his neck and pressed his mouth between the broad expansive valley of flesh separating her tits.

Then his hands were there, cupping the resilient mounds of her breasts. Lovingly, his fingers squeezed into the white cones. She moaned again, her back arching forward, shoving herself into his hands. He felt so good, so sure of himself – a man that understood a woman's body and how to give it pleasure.

Slowly, he kissed his way to one of the creamy cones. It looked so white and vulnerable against the deep tan of the rest of her body. His daughter did not sunbathe in the nude. Somewhere in his mind, he remembered seeing all those centerfold models in men's magazines and thinking their two-toned bodies somehow looked ridiculous. Now he found the combination of milky flesh and sun golden skin as sexy as hell.

Opening his mouth wide, he homed in on one of the coral buds of his daughter's nipples. He sucked, his groin tightening with his first taste of her bountiful breasts. He licked, using his tongue like a moist finger. He thoughtfully laved around and around the delicate nubbin, thrilling when he felt it thicken and grow to a stiff, rubbery point.

Simultaneously, his roving hands caressed the summery mounds of teenage titflesh. His fingers were alive with the satiny feel of her ripe young breasts. He kneaded them, he rolled them against the flat of his palm, he squeezed them, and he loved them.

Meanwhile, her hands were far from inactive. Abandoning his chest, Linda's fingers were now busy with the snap of his pants. He felt a quick tug and the metallic pwack of the snap giving way. Then there was the hiss of his zipper.

"I want to feel you," she whispered in a throaty voice of lust. "I want to feel your cock."

She did. Her hands, feeling extremely cool, dipped into his shorts. What she found waiting was a throbbing pole of manmeat – her father's prick! Fiery sensations of desire swirled through her at the mere touch of his staff. Her fingertips ran up and down the firm length, thrilling at the mighty surges she created within the shaft.

But just touching him was not enough. "I want to see you," she said. "I want you the way Aunt Mona had you this morning."

He answered by releasing the fleshy feast of her youthful tits and kissed her mouth once again. Then he stood. With his daughter's eyes following his every move, Jason Jefferies peeled off his shirt. Hastily kicking away his shoes and toeing off his socks, he then removed his pants and shorts.

Naked he stood before the seductive strawberry blonde.

"Fantastic," she whispered as though she spoke to herself. "It's so beautiful."

Her flashing green eyes were riveted to the jutting form of his cock. An impish smile spread over her sensual lips.

Before he knew what was happening, his daughter was on her knees before him. She clasped his prong with both hands. Staring down at her, he saw her lips open, then the moist flicker of pink.

It was his turn to moan. The young girl's tongue lightly tapped against the sensitive skin of his glans. It was just a fleeting brush of warm wetness, but the sensations it created were enough to threaten to turn his knees to water. His column of manhood jerked with eagerness.

Linda's eyes rolled up to him. She smiled, obviously pleased with the pleasure that slight tap of tongue had given him. Then her gaze moved back to his rod.

With his eyes watching her, her head tilted forward. Again her tongue ran out. Her fantastic oral digit swirled atop his cock, igniting all sorts of ball-aching pleasures. She licked at him like a child with an all-day sucker.

Then her tongue coursed down the unbending length of his turgid spike. Wet and warm, she bathed his dork, leaving the pulsating column glistening with her saliva.

Linda had not originally intended this. But when she had first seen her father's prick, she had just followed her natural urges. Now her mouth was filled with the taste of the pre-seminal fluids she had licked from his glans. The slightly saline flavor only increased her desire for this man – her own father.

She had felt a man in her mouth before, even drunk down the fiery spurts of a man's release. But never before had cocksucking seemed so exciting. But then, never had the prick she sucked been her father's.

Her hand stretched out and dipped between his thighs. There, dangling from his scrotum, she found the hairy sac of his testicles. Tenderly, she felt the kidney-shaped rocks within the bag. They were big, bigger than those of either of her two teenage lovers. For some reason, that fact thrilled her.

She turned her attention back to the situation at hand. The business of giving her father a blowjob.

Drawing back from the lust-filled length of his prick once again, she looked up, pleased to find his gaze still on her. While he watched, she opened her mouth, puckering her lips into a wide "O". Then she moved in on his cock.

The throbbing knob of his glans touched her lips, then slid inward. Downward, she slid on the fat column of sex. Inward, she accepted the fleshy pole, sheltering it in the humid haven of her face.