Kevin Sellers - Seduced by Mom

His voice cut off with a choked gasp.

It had been exactly the moment Sammi had waited for. With one swift jerk she tore the panties down, then stepped out of them entirely.

The sudden sight of her blonde muff of cuntfur made Ben's breath hiss in. It was the first time he'd seen his daughter's pussy in all its full flowered womanhood, and the spectacle abruptly made his balls hurt. His throat went dry, and for an instant he got one enticing look at Sammi's sleek glossy mound and drooping little cuntlips flared beneath it.

Then she was heading for the shower, pretending not to notice his stare. Turning the spray on full blast, she stepped in.

"Ahhh, that really feels good!"

Sighing luxuriously under the cool tingling blast of water, she stretched to let it stream over her firm bare tits and cascade down across the tuft of blonde fur that hid her heated pussy. Fully aware that her father was watching her every move, she felt it itch and melt worse than ever.

"Sam, don't you think you ought to close the curtain?" Ben's words came out strained, without authority despite his fatherly intentions.

Almost laughing with pleasure at the veiled expression of lust spreading over his face, Sammi smiled. "I like to shower this way. Besides, who's going to see me in here, Dad?"

Her father had the perfect answer to that, but it didn't come out. He could only watch as she picked up a bar of soap and leisurely began to glide it over her wet body, rubbing her tits into a rich lather. Mesmerized, he looked on as the soap massaged its way over those precious bobbling jugs until they were slick with suds, their big rounded nipples peeking erect under the white layer.

Standing there nude, Ben felt his cock twitch and tug into erection. It was a natural response to the spectacle of the glistening wet woman who flaunted her body before him but it also made a surge of fresh guilt tear at the knotted lust that tightened in his stomach.

"Well, since you're in a hurry I'd better get out of the way. I was finished shaving, anyhow."

He started to wrench away from that scene, but Sammi's voice stopped. "You don't have to leave, Dad. Besides, I need someone to scrub my back. Would you mind?" She held the bar of soap out in an innocent offer, hiding a smile of anticipation at the sight of her father's swelling prick.

He swallowed hard, unable to withstand that temptation. "I… uh, I guess I could, at that. Here, let me give you a hand."

Knowing it was a mistake, Ben took the soap. Sammi turned her back to him in a breezy motion, creaming and tingling harder than before at her father's nearness.

"Okay, Dad. And be sure to do a thorough job because I don't get many chances to have my own personal back scrubber! Ohhh, that's it, goo-o-ood…"

She gave a small sighing groan as he began to glide the slippery bar across her back, his fingertips brushing soft wet skin.

It was the first time Ben had ever thought of his daughter as a woman, and the result was as abrupt as it was unexpected. His cock soared up and out, quivering to full rigid attention in a way that would've been humiliating if Sammi had been in a position to see it. As if hypnotized he watched his fingers slide in circular motions along her tender flesh, turning him on even more. He wanted to stop and get the hell out of the bathroom before things went too far, but at the same time he didn't want her to catch a glimpse of the effect she was having.

So, caught in a confusing turmoil of emotions, he stood there and continued to scrub. "How does that feel, hon? Enjoying yourself?"

"Ummm, yes," Sammi cooed, creaming wickedly as her father's soapy fingertips trailed along her back in wide, sweeping loops. "You're doing such a good job I just might hire you as my permanent back scrubber! How does that sound, Dad?"

Ben sucked in a breath as he surveyed her jutting ass, all slick and gleaming and thrusting out for attention almost as if she were purposely taunting him. With a voice that came out like a croak he replied, "That sounds just fine, Sam. Just fine."

The offer was too good to pass up. Without thinking, he let the bar slip down across those lush rounded ass globes, making a foamy path across their pliant firmness and dipping into the taut cleavage there.

Sammi gasped. The soap pushed between her asscheeks like a big probing cock, prying them apart and wedging itself in the crevice of her tight pink ass. If she hadn't been horny already that intimate touch would have done the job. She wiggled, breathing out a small laugh.

"Oh, Dad, that tickles! But it feels nice. Don't stop. Wow, you really are being thorough!"

Her hips arched slightly and Ben found himself riding the soap up and down his daughter's asscrack with long loving strokes that gave him the whole view of that moist puckered entrance as it frothed in a fine film of suds.

His cock jerked up, throbbing, and he gave a hoarse chuckle as his fingertips eased over that scrumptious tight asshole, feeling its silky texture beneath his touch. "It never hurts to do a job right, honey. And now that you've got me going, I intend to be just as thorough as I can. That's what you wanted, isn't it?"

Even as he spoke, the soap bar slithered between Sammi's thighs and began to massage her tender bloated cuntlips from behind.

She groaned and hunched a bit as the big wet intruder nudged between her drenched pussy lips, flaring them open and sliding its fat edge along her clit. Naturally Ben's hand followed suit, and the feel of his fingers tangling in her soaked cuntfur and groping her pussy trench had Sammi shuddering in tremors of sheer pleasure.

"Ohhh – oh that feels nice, rub me there, Dad, rub me – ooooh!" She thrashed and Ben rubbed the soap against his daughter's cunt even faster.

By this time the last pretense of fatherly attitude had faded away. Ben's prick lurched as a torrent of hot pussy juice drenched his hand. "You like being rubbed, don't you baby? Well, never let it be said I didn't give my daughter everything she wanted! Here, maybe I can do a better job if I get a little closer."

Abruptly he stepped inside the shower. His stiff, wagging cock speared against Sammi's ass as the soap shoved deeper into her cunt, grinding Ben's fingers against her plumped pussy lips.

She gasped afresh, gyrating down on the probing bar and arching against her father's stiff cock at the same time.

"Is this more like it?"

Ben's voice was gritty as his prick soared up, pulsing against her smooth, sopping skin. Water rushed over his swollen prick shaft making it bob and weave with tantalizing awareness as he worked the soap against his daughter's frothing pussy slit, sliding it along her hot crevice with only the barest pretext of doing the job he'd begun.

"Uhhh… oh yes, yes that's good…" she purred, gushing creamy delight and writhing her soaked pussy down on the soap with increasing fervor. "Faster Dad, rub me faster… that, that's it! Yes, yesss!"

Her voice rose to an ecstatic squeal as he expertly kneaded her resilient cunt flesh, feeling its hot, syrupy juice flowing over his fingers as the soap pushed deep between her pussy lips and reamed them apart with cock-like strokes.

"Jesus," he grunted, unable to pretend any longer. "I can't stand this another minute! Baby, we can't…"

He tried in a last desperate burst of guilt to pull away, but Sammi had no intention of stopping now. Sensing her father's fearful withdrawal she swept around to face him, one hand sliding up, to entangle her fingers in his hair as her other hand slipped down and grasped his swollen prick. Ben jerked as if he'd been stung, but he couldn't make himself pull away. The soft hungry caress of his daughter's fingers around his aching prick was too good to ignore, and a sound like a moan rose in his throat.