Marvin Winters - Incest With Daddy

His fist closed around the lower section of his thick shaft and he moved it up and down so that his foreskin slid along the helmet-shaped knob. The mighty dick was silhouetted against the TV screen, just off to one side from the sex symbol and the combination had me secreting enough juice to fill a cup! I was fascinated by his solitary lovemaking. My nose pressed against the window. If he had turned around at any time during his session he would have seen me for sure. And then what would have happened?

I couldn't begin to imagine. He was so big and so strong that he would crush me if he were to lie on top of me the way Dad had done to Ma. Bolts of fear and other, more mysterious, emotions flashed through me. The big black fist slithered up and down along the towering phallus, hypnotizing me and making me feel warm all around my pubic region. For some reason he stopped, and I was left suspended in my frustration until he got back to it. But first he took a bottle and poured some of its contents into his fist. He seemed to be gripping his cock more tightly when he took hold of it again, and he moved his hips more as if to fuck his fist. The window was open just a crack and through that I could hear sopping, squelching noises that closely resembled the sounds that come from between my mother's legs when Daddy had made love to her.

Now I knew what was going on in Evert's mind. He was imagining a pussy, tight and oily like mine, and while he fantasized about fucking one I had to clutch at mine all alone. Life was strange. I wanted to leave, to go to bed and to pull the covers over my head, but I couldn't leave, not just yet. I wanted to see how it would end. Would he simply grow bored with the repetitive movement? Or would he grunt like Daddy?

The climax came quite suddenly. I was staring at the swollen knob when a squirt of fluid darted out, described an arc through the air, and landed back on his belly. It gave me a start, but more came, thick dollops of it flew out at first but the following ones bubbled to the top and slid down along his knob and his fingers. His fist kept moving for a while but when he stopped coming he stopped rubbing himself. He let go of his cock and it fell back, limp and heavy, to take a breather among the puddle of bluish-white stuff. A minute later he turned the TV off and it was too dark to see anything. I crept back to the front of the house and up the stairs, holding my breath the whole way in case someone heard me. Only when I was back in my room with the door closed did I give in to the tumult of emotions churning about inside me.

"Holy shit!" I gasped, expelling all the pent-up fears and stale air in one gust. I rolled over on my belly and rested my face on the cool pillows to ease the fever burning in my cheeks. It was all too mysterious, too enticing, and too frightening A muddle of images ran past my mind's eye, composed of cocks high and low, dangling balls, ecstatic grimaces, squelching pussies, flesh, hair, sheets, and douches, and any one of the images would have been enough to keep me awake in febrile tension for the rest of the night. I tried rubbing my pussy again but that little knob was too sore and swollen. There was nothing for it but to lie still and wait for the sandman.

Daddy stood in front of the bathroom mirror clad only in his boxer shorts and T-shirt. I leaned against the hallway wall and watched him shave. When he made his first appearance his face looked stubbly and rumpled, but after applying hot lather and removing it with a safety razor, his face emerged shining and clean… and quite beautiful. That square jaw, the strong nose and stubborn mouth, his steel grey eyes and his full head of silver hair, all worked to make him into the ideal image of a Brigadier General. When he had dried his face he turned his gaze to me, serious for a moment, winked gravely, and turned back to the mirror to put the finishing touches to his modest moustache and his bushy eyebrows. I changed position so I could watch him dress. "What's up, Renee?" he said suddenly.

"Huh? Oh, nothing Daddy. I was just thinking how good you look."

"Do I? Very good of you to say that." A curt nod, the flicker of a smile, that's as far as he would ever unwind. "Is the car outside yet, Evert?"

"Sir," said Evert. Of course it was. Daddy was notorious for wanting everything to be perfect. I felt my heart skip a beat as I watched him do the final turn in front of the mirror. Yes, he was satisfied, I could tell by the momentary crinkling at the corners of his eyes. Then, with military bearing, he marched up to me, pecked me on the forehead, and went downstairs to begin his day. Evert was right behind him to open doors and chauffeur the car. There was nothing left for me to do but to get under the shower and head for school.

Ma had breakfast waiting for me. She looked mellow that morning, just as she always did after Daddy had made love to her. Apparently she didn't realize that there was a pattern to his attacks. I couldn't be sure but I suspected that Daddy got turned on by one of my friends. I even thought I knew which one it was. He was friendly to Janet and virtually ignored the others. Well, if Ma didn't see it, I'd be the last to open her eyes to it.

"What's going to happen with that warehouse?" asked Ma as I bolted my breakfast.

"I dunno. Mrs. Morrow said her husband's going to press some of the enlisted men into cleaning the place out. But the floor is terrible." It was hard to look my mother in the eye after what I'd witnessed the previous evening.

"The floor? What could be the matter with that?"

"Well, it's concrete and it's soaked in oil. It bounces very badly, and besides, if you fell you could really do some damage. We're going to have to get a proper one installed before we can use the place." The words came out one by one, reluctantly, and I kept my eyes on my plate. Ma didn't notice, but then there was a lot that she let pass her by. All I really wanted to ask her was what Evert had been summoned for. Surely she could have inserted the nozzle by herself!

"I'm sure you and Mrs. Morrow will work it out. You're such a pair of go-getters," sighed Ma.

Mrs. Morrow had told us all to think up plans for raising the money necessary to get a new floor and baskets, and I hadn't even spared it a single thought. Since I was the captain of the team they'd all be looking to me to come up with something particularly smart. Basketball was my life! I talked it, dreamed it? lived it… but now I found myself struggling to take an interest in the whole deal. We had a game that evening and we would have to play it in the men's gym. That was unpleasant. The enlisted men liked to sit around and watch us not because they were basketball fans but because they liked to see Eva's big tits bounce about But it would do for the time being. We would worry about Janet, raising money later.

Marcie, Louise, and Eva were already in their seats when I walked into the classroom, and the lesson was on the way so there was no chance to talk. Normally I took some interest in the proceedings at school but the day had been shot before it got started. The previous evening had the aura of a vivid dream, an enticing nightmare, but it continued to prey on my mind just the same. One lesson followed another, part of the same monotonous blur. It wasn't till lunch time that I started to wake up to what was going on around me.

We met in the school cafeteria and Mrs. Farley Morrow joined us soon after. She was our coach, the prime mover behind our team, and she was determined to get us set up in our own indoor facilities. Playing outdoors had been a mixed affair since Eva's tits had started to develop in earnest, and using the enlisted men's gym was good only when they were all out on bivouacs and on the range. So she had bullied her husband, Lt. Col. Morrow, into giving her G-17, a big warehouse on the edge of the base, right behind the mothballed equipment storage area. The lighting was good, the space was adequate, but that goddamned floor would never do. "Well. I'm sure all you girls have devised brilliant money-raising schemes," Farley said brightly. "Let's hear them. Renee?"