Kathy Andrews - Show me more, mom!

Hearing the shower running brought back the old memories Wendy still enjoyed thinking about.

It reminded her of cock… a big, beautiful, hard cock.

Her father's cock.

The first time she had seen her father's cock, she had been inside the shower, the curtains drawn. Exactly why her father had come into the bathroom knowing she was there, Wendy didn't know. He had never given any indication he desired her, wanted her sweet, nubile body.

Wendy, in those days, had a body that turned heads. Even now, in her mid-thirties, heads turned as she walked, admiring the subtle sway of her rounded, compact ass and long legs. Those same heads watched her approach, some leering at the thrust and shape of her firm, wide spaced tits. She had enjoyed the eyes then, and she enjoyed them now.

Tall, honey-blonde, blue-eyed, with flesh like satin, Wendy had an inner glow that showed the world she was proud of her beauty, but not vain. She knew men lusted after her, and even sonic women. She didn't mind; she enjoyed it. Although she had never been promiscuous, she was very selective in her sexual partners. In this day and age when bed was the nearest place for a first-time date, Wendy was still somewhat of an oddity. Many women her age had a different lover each year, but Wendy had not.

It was not because she had no interest in sex; she had a very deep, very powerful, interest in sex. She was a hot-blooded woman, a very hot blooded woman. Her cunt bubbled often, drenching her panties to the point where she had to change them two or three times a day.

Her last lover had also been her husband. He was the only man she had fucked for years, and had been thoroughly satisfied with him. But she no longer had him. It had been one of those silly, stupid mistakes on a rainy night on a lonely, slick road, and she was an instant widow. A widow with a young boy to raise, a son that looked so much like his father, it was unbelievable.

When her father entered the bathroom as she showered those many years ago, Wendy discovered what that fire inside her body meant. It had been there for some time tormenting her, but she had no idea what to do about it, didn't have an idea what it meant.

Until her father came into the bathroom.

Through the hiss of the shower, she had heard his pin tinkling into the toilet, and immediately became excited. The fire between her young legs increased immediately, and her young pussy pulsated like it never had before. Wendy had touched and caressed her hairless little pussy often, finding the feel of her fingers on it very delicious. She suspected there was a great deal more to her cunt than what her fingers created for it. As she listened to her father pissing, her little pussy turned very hot and wet. She stood in the shower stall trembling, eyes closed, listening as her cunt streamed and throbbed. Her almost non-existent tits felt painfully swollen, her small nipples stiff as iron.

Before she understood what she was doing, or even the consequences of her actions, Wendy had yanked the shower curtain aside, and stared at her father's cock. He had been holding it at the base with a finger and thumb, and the golden piss spewed from the tip in a hot stream. Her eyes blazed, transfixed on her father's cock. With a low moan, she had parted her lithe legs and begun to rub her cunt with both hand, her eyes burning on his prick. Her father turned to watch her, saying nothing, still pissing. Wendy had parted the succulent lips of her smooth, hairless cunt and exposed her straining cunt, agitating it almost painfully with the tip of her middle finger, her other hand peeling the sugary lips open.

She slipped a finger into her pussy and stabbed it in and out, her hips pushed forward wantonly, and finger-fucked herself as she gazed at her father's thick cock. Her father had stood there, watching her, and then his cock grew, swelled, became longer and thicker until it looked to Wendy like a very thick, very long, sausage. A sausage with a rounded head on it, a small slit that glistened. She was fascinated by his cock, by the way it swelled and turned so had before her eyes.

"Daddy…" she had whispered in a soft, low voice, making wet sounds with her finger moving in and out of her cunt. Her flesh was flushed to a rosy glow, and she breathed hard.

"Daddy…"

She had said nothing else, only that one word. Her father had not spoken at all. He simply watched her finger-fucking her sugary young cunt while his cock lifted and swayed in hardness.

Wendy experienced her very first orgasm.

It came swiftly, without warning.

Her finger was buried inside her cunt, and the spasms made her naked little body tremble violently. Her eyes turned glassy, but never once moved away from his cock as she came, her cunt squeezing and sucking at her inserted finger, her clit throbbing against the fingers of her other hand. Her knees bent and turned weak, but she managed to stay upright.

As the convulsion faded, she kept on stabbing her finger into her cunt, delighted with the sensation she had just experienced, wanting to make it happen again. Her finger increased speed, and her hips jerked back and forth as the shower rained onto her small back.

Then her father closed his fist about his cock and began to stroke it, making the smooth head bulge even more. Wendy saw juices seeping from the small slit on the head, and watched his fist pound back and forth as she stood there, finger-fucking herself.

Her father had pushed his cock close to her small body, and Wendy seemed to move toward it at the same time. Her breath caught in her throat when her father touched the wet head of his cock against her stomach, the juices like liquid fire on her flesh. She had moaned softly when her father rubbed his cock about her trembling stomach, making it slippery. Her finger in her cunt worked faster and deeper. She had lifted her eyes once or twice to look into her father's face, and his expression of pleasure made her feel so good. She was making her father happy, and he was making her happy.

She felt that tingling sensation between her thighs again, and her flying finger seemed to burn the sensitive flesh of her cunt. She stared down at her father's cock, watching in awe as he jacked off. He had pulled his cock back a ways, about six inches, and his fist seemed to fly back and forth on it, covering the head, then, smashing at his open fly, jerking outward again. Wendy's little ass bunched tightly as she rammed a second finger into her cunt, thrusting wilder and wilder.

Then her father came.

The explosion of hot juice came out of the small slit of his cock so fast, Wendy didn't see it at first. But she felt it. The hot spurt splattered her stomach, just above her belly button. By the time she realized what had happened, her father had come all over her stomach, the creamy juices running down her flesh in steamy rivers to her thighs, even on her hands between her legs. She stared as her father finished coming, squeezing his cock and pulling toward the head. When a bubble of juice formed on it, he rubbed it across Wendy's stomach, and then, with a soft cry of ecstasy, Wendy's cunt grabbed at her buried fingers, and she came again, her second orgasm.

This one was more powerful, more explosive, then the first. Her knees bent and she almost fell. Her small ass jerked as she came, and her eyes remained wide open on her father's softening cock. That was all she saw as she came in throbbing wave after wave.

Without a word, her father had watched her come, and as she finally slumped against the slippery wall of the shower, gasping for breath, he had cleaned his cock and stuffed it into his pants, then zipped them. He left her without saying a single word all that time.