J. Watson - The wife_s new tricks

"It's nice having you here again, darling," Doug said.

He gave her a look full of fatherly pride. She didn't notice how her father's eyes lingered for a moment on the way her pert young tits pushed out her robe.

"You can eat all you want," he said. "And maybe we can go riding this morning."

"I'd like that," she said.

Caroline ate like she was famished. Her father hardly touched his food and she didn't notice the way he kept looking at her. She didn't know that her father was thinking about how much she looked like her mother. And he was remembering things about her that Caroline probably wouldn't like.

"All set for the ride?" Doug asked.

"I sure am," she said. "I'd like to work some of this breakfast off."

"We'll stop by the pond," her father said. "I hope you brought a bathing suit I think you're a little too mature to go skinny dipping anymore."

"I guess so," she said, blushing.

Caroline went up to get her suit while Doug remained at the table. He watched his daughter's bouncing ass as Caroline went up the stairs. He didn't want to think of his daughter like that, but he couldn't help himself. She had tits and an ass just as shapely as her mother's had been.

And it brought back erotic memories.

He had spent some really wild moments with Caroline's mother. Judy could fuck like a mink and she never tired of it. She really liked to suck cock. She liked to be ass-fucked. The problem was that Judy enjoyed it with anyone. Doug could feel the anger building up in him as he remembered that last night, the night he had come home and found her on her knees sucking one man while another man fucked her pussy. The worst part of it was they were both good friends of his.

Now he thought about his daughter, probably upstairs with nothing on. It made his dick start aching. Caroline was so much like her mother. Too much.

Caroline came back downstairs. She was wearing a tight pair of jeans and a man's shirt. It looked like one of his old shirts. He felt his eyes drawn back to her shirt front. There was one difference between Caroline and her mother. Judy had been small in the tit department. Caroline really had a pair of whoppers.

"Are you ready to go, baby?" Doug asked.

"I sure am," she said.

They went outside and saddled their horses. The country around her father's place was just as beautiful as she remembered it. They rode out by the river and climbed off their horses. Caroline felt stiff and sore.

"I didn't realize I was in such bad shape," Caroline said.

"Your shape isn't all that bad," Doug said.

"Oh Daddy," Caroline said.

Doug watched his daughter walk down by the river. He watched tile jiggle of her ass in those tight jeans. He felt his cock get stiff again. It made him ill to think of his daughter that way, but he just couldn't help himself.

"You're like your mother," Doug said.

"What?"

"I said you look like your mother. You even act like her a little."

"That's a nice compliment, Daddy," Caroline said. "She must have been a wonderful person if you married her."

"She was a bitch," Doug said. "A cocksucking bitch."

"What?" Caroline asked.

Caroline was sure she hadn't heard, her father right. Just as she was sure that she had never seen this tragic look on her father's face. He was looking her over as if he wasn't her father, as if he was a man staring at a woman.

"You heard me," Doug said. "Your mother was a bitch. She couldn't keep her hands off men. She was always sucking or fucking cock. And you look just like her. How about it, Caroline? Do you like dick as much as your mother?"

Doug was losing control of himself. He knew it was happening but there was nothing he could do to control himself. He stood up and started walking toward his daughter.

"Take your top off," he said. "Strip it off. I want to see those big tits of yours."

"Daddy," she said. "I can't believe this is you."

"It's me, all right," he said. "And I'm going to get even for all the hell your mother put me through."

She tried backing away a little faster. He reached her. She was frightened of her father for the first time in her life. She raised her hands as if he was going to strike her. He didn't strike her. Instead he put his hands on her shoulders.

"Do what I tell you," he said. "Take it off. Now!"

Years of obeying her father made her obey him now. She lifted up her hands and started undoing the man's shirt. She felt like screaming. She had needed to talk to her father, but she didn't need this to happen. Her handsome father was raping her.

She undid her shirt all the way down the front and shrugged it off her shoulders. She put her hands against his chest and tried to push him away.

"The bra, damn it," he said. "Take it off."

"Please, Daddy," she begged. "You're not yourself. Maybe you've been in the woods or something too long. Don't make me do anything else."

"Take off the fucking bra," he said.

She knew she wasn't going to be able to do anything to stop him. She shrugged her shoulders in resignation. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She let it fall her tits sprang out firm and creamy. Her pink nipples pressed against his chest.

"Beautiful," he said. "Fucking beautiful!"

She had never been touched this way by her father. He ran his hands down her naked back and down to her shapely ass. She felt him grabbing her asscheeks as hard as he could. He jerked her against him so that her tits were mashed flat against his chest, and her pussy was pressed against the hardened bulge in his pants.

"Don't do this," she begged. "Please, Daddy!"

He wasn't listening to her. He was inflamed with lust. He kissed her mouth. She kept her mouth cold but he didn't seem to mind. He kept kissing her cold mouth and slobbering all over her face. He was like a madman.

She kept begging him to stop as he forced her down to the ground and ran his hands up to her tits. His hands started caressing them, making them hard despite her feelings.

"Just like your momma," he said. "Just another whore. Just let your tits get touched and you go crazy. Just like your fucking mother."

She felt her father biting at her soft shoulders like an animal. She felt his tongue moving down the front of her body. He kissed the top of one creamy tit and then the other. She was trying not to feel anything at all, but she couldn't help the ripples of pleasure that slowly spread through her body.

"Daddy, stop," she pleaded. "I'm your daughter. Please don't do this to me!"

She knew if he didn't stop soon, she was in trouble. She tried to pull his head away. He lifted up and his face was a look of lust and hate.

"You bitch," he said. "You fucking bitch. You fool around with me and I'll break your fucking back. I don't care if you are my daughter. You're a hot-assed bitch just like your mother and I'm going to make you pay!" She knew she couldn't fight him. Not when he was like that. She stopped resisting. She relaxed. He put his mouth back against her tits again. His hot mouth started sucking at one of her pink nipples. She felt them getting hard as rock. She couldn't help herself. She could also feel her hips moving in response to the sucking. Her pussy was getting wet. She didn't like what was happening. Her pussy was getting wet while she was thinking of her father.

Her father moved his lips back up her body. He sucked at the soft skin of her throat. He moved his lips up to her mouth. He stabbed his tongue at her mouth. She somehow found herself opening her mouth and letting his tongue inside. For a few minutes they rubbed their tongues together.

His hands came up between them and started massaging her big tits. Her tits felt aching and swollen. She could no longer control herself. It just didn't seem to matter anymore that he was her father. She kept remembering how good it felt to have a big cock inside her aching pussy.