Donna Allen - The family gets it on

"I love giving head," she said, her tongue darting and probing and licking with feathery strokes.

"Take it in deeper, baby," Bob said, clutching the delicate back of her neck.

"I will, Daddy," she said, closing her mouth around his tool and twisting her lips as she sucked.

With loving lips, she drew it into her mouth. His cock stirred at her touch and she felt it harden in the wet warmth of her eager mouth. A look of utter contentment crossed his face and the teenage girl smiled and resolved to gin him the best blow-job he ever had.

She not only remembered everything Uncle Rick had taught her, she remembered what Jamie had liked too. Now she cupped her father's balls and fondled them carefully. She knew they were sensitive and easily bruised. The tiny little marbles inside his ball-bag jumped around and the feel of the skin covering his balls fascinated her.

A man's sex was much more interesting to the teenager than a woman's. She thought her own pussy was rather boring and didn't understand why boys found it so fascinating. The most exciting thing was turning a man on. She creamed her panties just feeling a cock get stiff in her hand. She wondered what Jamie would say if he knew she had fucked their father. She felt strangely grown up now, almost womanly, since she'd fucked both her sexy uncle and her father. Jamie was still a kid in many ways. He fucked lots of girls, but they were just kids. She had the experience with adults. Jamie was still a boy.

She thought about the way her boyfriends fumbled when they felt her up. Grown men were much more fun. They didn't fumble. They knew exactly what they wanted and what she wanted too. She sighed, slipping her lips halfway down her father's fuckpole. Boys were so dopey. She much preferred men her father's age.

Now Bob reached down and clutched her tits while she munched on his dick. She squealed and combed her fingertips through his cock-bush and spread her legs.

She shifted her body around so her father could reach her cunt and he quickly moved a hand between her legs and stroked her twat. It was amazing how quickly she became turned on. She'd come so good downstairs in the kitchen and yet she was hot all over again.

She moved one leg up so her cunt gaped open. Bob found her excited little clit and took it between two fingers. He squeezed it gently and she swirled her tongue eagerly up and down his prick. Her body tingled all over. Fucking her father was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her.

He groaned now and forced a finger into her pussy. She spit his prick out and buried her lips against his ball-bag. Father and daughter were silent. Words seemed unnecessary. His cock strained upward and she tilted it back to take it in her mouth.

His erection seemed to be growing. She thought about the terminology. Erection. Hard-on. Hard-on was raunchier. She liked the word. Erection was so clinical.

She automatically licked the oozing tip of his prick while she ran her hands teasingly inside his inner thighs. Uncle Rick had taught her that a man likes the same things a woman likes. She loved when a man caressed her sensitive inner thighs so she assumed her father did too.

She felt, him trembling and she did too. Everything was so new to her, but he seemed to be trying everything for the first time too. And in a way it was true. She was his only daughter and this was their first time together.

She knew what a huge step this was for him.

"Don't be sorry, Daddy," she whispered, pressing his saliva-moistened prick to her cheek.

"I'm trying not to, baby," he said.

Suddenly he took her head between his strong hands and plunged his dick into her throat. The feel of the teenager's tongue and lips on his fuck-meat made him forget all the taboos he'd learned all his life.

The blonde teenager gazed up at him, startled by the sudden intensity of his thrusting. Her eyes smoldered and she held her head perfectly still as he ravaged her mouth.

And then he was pulling her up, guiding her lithe body next to him on the bed and he was inside her and they were riding together toward a crest of total passion.

His cock soared inside her snatch and she wrapped her legs around his waist and let all the wonderful, incestuous sensations wash over her. For the first time she felt they were truly one. Her body merged with his. Their juices mingled. He felt young and powerful and animal-like and she felt more like a woman than ever.

The fuck surpassed her wildest dreams. They kissed hotly and Bob plunged his tongue in and out of her mouth as he plunged his dick in and out of her cunt.

"Fuck!" he gasped, riding her like a bronco.

They moved together as one in the tempo of love, the age-old lusty tempo of two bodies in tune. And then it became even more wonderful when he rolled over and pulled her on top of him and she straddled him while he directed the fucking.

She wiggled her ass and her tits flopped around as he rammed his dick into her twat. He held her hips and she moved in a way that tightened her cunt on his dick.

"Fuck, baby, fuck!"

"Yes, Daddy, yes!"

Without missing a stroke he was on top again and fucking her faster and harder. Each time he pulled out his prick rasped against her clit and with each stroke he filled her love tunnel more deeply.

His face was taut and his concentration intense as their mutual orgasm approached. She knew they would come together. It was inevitable. It would be the perfect ending to the perfect fuck.

He grunted when the fire erupted in his loins and when she fell his jism spewing into her body she came too. He rode her more fiercely than before. His strokes were almost brutal. But the ferocity of his thrusts only spurred her to new heights of passion and her teenage cunt gripped his dick in a strangle-hold.

"Oh, Daddy!" she swooned at the end when he collapsed next to her. "Oh, Daddy, that was super!"

Rick left on a sales trip and Rona missed him. She fidgeted around the house for several days and tried to make Bob take her away for a weekend. He wouldn't leave the house for some reason and insisted on taking Jodie with him wherever he went.

Bob and Jodie spent so much time together that Rona found herself looking to her son for company. It had been weeks since she'd set up a scene for him to spy on. Somehow she couldn't work up enthusiasm for teasing him. She wanted more than his eyes on her as she jerked off. She wanted the boy in bed with her. She could no longer deny it.

One day the Black family sat at the breakfast table and Bob and Jodie talked about the art exhibit they were going to that day. Rona noticed Jamie looking sad and she filled his cereal bowl with his favorite fruit and squeezed his hand.

She tried to tell him with her eyes that they would spend the day together, but the boy averted her gaze. Rona cleared her throat and tried to get Bob's attention, but he was too involved with Jodie to notice.

She busied herself around the kitchen, scrambling eggs and making toast and when everyone had been served she poured herself some coffee and sat down next to her son.

"How come you're only having coffee, Mom?" he said.

Bob took that opportunity to look up. "She's got to watch her figure at her age."

Rona's lips tightened as she sipped her black coffee. There was a moment of silence during which Jamie noticed the hurt expression on his mother's face.

"Mom's got a great bod," he said, stuffing a piece of bacon into his mouth.

"Yes, Daddy," Jodie said quickly. "I just hope I look as good as mom when I'm her age." Bob burst out laughing and even Jamie stifled a snicker. The teenager clapped her hand over her mouth. "I didn't mean it that way," she wailed. "Honest, Mom. I didn't."

"Sure you did," Bob snickered. "For an old broad she doesn't look too bad." He reached over and smacked Rona lightly on the cheek.