Don Scott - Mom gives her all

"You'd better get used to it," Cathy murmured to herself as she hiked her panties up her legs, pulling them tight against her moist pussy.

Jayne's cunt was soapy as she stood in the bathtub. She had just finished shaving her legs and underarms and now, on a whim, she was going to shave her pussy bald. With razor in hand, she started on her sparsely haired cuntlips, working her way slowly to the thicker triangular patch of hair above her pussy.

It had been three days since her father had returned home with his bride. Jayne had been more than civil to her new stepmother all the time. Jayne also took great pleasure in listening to Miles' account of how he ass fucked Cathy in the library. While Miles sat on the edge of Jayne's bed and told her of the rape, Jayne brought her red-painted lips over his cock until she had swallowed all of his cum.

She had tried several times to seduce her father, but never quite found the courage to go through with her intentions. Now, as she stood in the bathtub thinking about her father, she was getting horny.

It didn't take long for Jayne to shave away all the hair surrounding her cunt. She smiled as she washed off what remained of the shaving cream. Her cunt looked just like it did before she had gone through puberty.

"I wonder why I didn't do this a long time ago?" Jayne murmured, caressing her clit with a fingertip. "I hear a lot of guys think a bald pussy is really a kinky turn-on."

Without any hair on her cunt, Jayne looked even younger than she really was. With her tall, slender figure and small, tight domes of tit flesh, she looked, at least two or three years younger. Jayne was certain that Tom, well into his thirties and quickly approaching forty, would find her attractive. She had read where men, as they get older, desire younger and younger women.

Shaving her cunt, Jayne was certain, would be her trump card should Tom think she was too closely related to shove his cock into her.

She spent extra time combing her long blonde hair so that it looked just right. When she was finished, Jayne's hair looked just a little bit carefree and very attractive.

"Here goes nothin'," she giggled, wrapping a long, fluffy towel wound her body.

The towel covered her from armpits to the tops of her thighs. She knotted the towel between her tits, then inspected herself in the full-length mirror. All she'd need to do was loosen the knot and the towel would fall from her body.

It was a few minutes after five o'clock. Jayne knew that Cathy had to work late. And Miles was at the club, working out, to keep his excellent shape. That left her at home with Tom… alone.

Jayne found Tom in the kitchen, rummaging in the refrigerator for something to eat. He didn't even look at his daughter when she greeted him. However, after taking a cold chicken leg from the refrigerator, Tom almost choked at the sight of his lovely daughter.

She looked more ravishing than he had ever seen her. Bright red lips contrasting with milky, smooth skin. Dark eyes surrounded by hair so blonde, it was almost white. And the towel, Tom suspected, hardly covered her cunt.

Smiling most becomingly, Jayne moved slowly to one of the wooden chairs neat the kitchen table. She pulled the chair away from the table and sat, crossing her knees rather demurely at the knee. The move was subtly sensual, and didn't miss the attention of her father.

"Ah… are you sure you should be walking around like that?" Tom asked, struggling for a paternal quality in his voice. He failed and his eyes didn't stray from Jayne's long, milky thighs. "You're not exactly dressed."

"I just stepped out of the tub," Jayne replied, sounding bored and slightly troubled. "Dad, I've got to talk to you about something."

Tom sat at the table, moving his chair out so he faced Jayne. One part of him said to at least keep the table between them so he couldn't look at her legs. But another part, the part that made his prick hard whenever he thought about women, said to stay as close to this scantily clad young girl as possible.

"What's wrong?" Tom asked, looking into his daughter's dark eyes. "You can talk to me. There's nothing you can't tell me."

Jayne cleared her throat. This wasn't going to be as easy as she had first thought. Plans, she realized, were easier to make than they were to act out.

"Well, you see, in the past few years I've gone through changes."

"Yes, I know."

How could he fail to notice his daughter changing to a young woman?

"There's been the modeling jobs, and that sort of thing," Jayne continued. "But there's been more. There have been men." She looked into Tom's eyes, fighting for a sincerity that she didn't feel. "All kinds of men. Big ones, shorts ones, fat and skinny. I've gotten addicted to cocks. I can't help myself. I need them all the time."

Tom's mouth was dry. He tried to speak, but nothing more than hoarse, croaking sound came out. His daughter was telling him something that he had known for a long time, but had refused to admit. Why the hell did she have to tell him?

"It's been terrible," Jayne went on. "I go from one man to the next. Sometimes I make it with strangers. I can't count the times I've walked up to some good-looking stranger, dropped to my knees, and sucked him off. It's terrible, but I can't seem to help myself. I need it. I need cocks all the time!"

Jayne was rising slowly to a fever pitch. She didn't dare cast her glance down to Tom's crotch, but she was intensely curious to know if he was getting an erection. If he was, then she was certain she had him in her seductive powers.

"I don't exactly know what to say," Tom said. He was surprised to find that he sounded frightened. Tom Sanders, the self-made man, stud, businessman, was now frightened?

"Don't say anything," Jayne added quickly. "It's just that I think it's time I stopped sucking every prick that catches my fancy. That's what I need you for."

"I'll do anything you want."

"Anything?"

"Anything at all!"

Jayne got slowly to her feet, and she looked down at her father. With a small shrug of her shoulders, her knotted towel loosened. It was almost ready to fall off her body. Tension hung in the air.

"If I'm going to do it… you know, suck cocks… then I might as well keep it in the family. It's better here than out on the streets, where I might embarrass you."

Tom rose, and he put his massive hands on Jayne's slender, naked shoulders. She looked up into his eyes, and he tried to smite. He wanted to say that everything would be okay, and that she shouldn't worry about having her urges ridiculed. Tom wanted to say that she shouldn't be thinking she could have his cock, though. That was definitely out of the question.

He had all these things in mind when Jayne unzipped his fly and pulled out his big prick. They stood looking into each other's eyes while Jayne twisted and turned her hand along his slumbering, warm column of cockmeat.

"Jayne, this is ridiculous," Tom said, his hands still on her shoulders. "Don't you realize I'm your father?"

"Pretend you're not," Jayne said quickly. She bent down near his prick, and she planted a smacking kiss on his cocktip.

"Ohhhhh!" Tom sighed.

Still bending at the waist, Jayne began licking the spongy tip of her father's prick. She was pleased to find it was as big as her brother's cock, a nice, big mouthful of fuckmeat to satisfy her lusty oral desires.

Stroking the cock, Jayne caught his prick head between her moist, brilliantly painted lips. Her tongue moved slowly, in a circular motion, grazing over the ridge of his cockhead. His prick throbbed and grew in her hot, moist mouth.

"This is wrong, Jayne. So terribly wrong."

Ignoring her father's weak protests, Jayne took more of his growing prick into the hot, wet confines of her mouth. She sank to her knees, and she began bobbing her face over his fuckpole, taking it deep into her mouth.