Duncan Fox - Spankin mommy

"Sometimes. When I feel like it."

"Huh!"

"I'll bet you do, too," she teased. "Come on, admit it, Daddy. You jack off, sometimes. Admit it."

"Well, yeah, once in a while," he acknowledged reluctantly. "What do you do on your dates?" he asked, counterattacking.

"Ho, ho, ho, wouldn't you like to know?"

"Yes, I would!" he said sharply. "I don't want you getting in trouble."

"I can't. I'm on the pill. Remember?"

"There are other kinds of trouble. VD, for example," he said acidly. "That would be really cool for me to come down with a case of clap from my own daughter."

"Would be a little hard to explain, wouldn't it?" Ellen acknowledged, chastened. "But it won't happen. I don't screw my dates."

"Why not? Guys want you, don't they?"

"Do they want me! Pete is like an octopus. No, it's that I don't want to. None of them appeal to me the way you do. They're all so young, and so-so gentle! I say no and they stop like I'd hit them or something. I want them to be strong. I want to know that they really want me, want me bad enough to fight me for it even."

"You want them to hurt you." Eric sighed.

"Yeah, a little." She got up off her father at last, bent, and picked up the paddle and took it back to its place by the mirror. Her nude form moved with a casual, natural grace that was much like her mother's. Eric felt a lump forming in his throat.

"Baby, that's wrong," he said softly.

Ellen kept her back to him. Her eyes met his in the mirror. "But I don't get really turned on unless I do get hurt a little," she said softly. "Not a lot, just a little. Like maybe my breasts pinched, or my fanny swatted."

"That's why you misbehave, so I'll spank you," Eric said sadly.

Ellen nodded, hurt by the pain in his eyes. She turned and crossed to him quickly, and sank to her knees in front of him. "Oh, Daddy, I'm sorry. But it's the way I am. I'm sorry, Daddy, I'm sorry." Near tears, shuddering, she lay her head in his lap.

"It's okay, baby," he soothed, "it's okay." He stroked her thick, rich red hair. He looked down at his daughter both lovingly and sadly.

Ellen snuffled noisily. "Oh, Daddy, I love you so," she whispered. "I'd do anything for you, anything at all." She was looking at his limp, cum-crusty prick. It was an inch in front of her nose.

Slowly, hesitantly, she inched her cheek across his thigh. She rolled the tip of his prick towards her lips, and kissed it tenderly. Then, opening her mouth, she sucked his drained tool in. She bathed it with her tongue, washed it clean.

The warm, loving touch of her lips, and the sight of her so willingly taking his cock into her mouth brought a rush of blood to Eric's rod, and it swelled quickly. Still stroking her hair, he stared down at her as she sucked his cock. She closed her eyes and suckled on his prick, drawing blood into it, making it swell and stiffen rapidly.

Eric loved the hot embrace of her mouth, the velvety sweeping of her tongue across his nerve endings. He stared at his daughter as she blew him.

His cock grew too stiff and erect for her to keep her cheek on his thigh. She had to lift her head. Then, tipping his cock upright, she pushed her face down on it, slid the hard, hot bulk down her tongue. It poked the back of her mouth, her palate, and she lifted up again. Her red tresses stroked his thighs as she sucked his cock.

Slipping her hand down between his thighs, she squeezed his nuts gently. They rolled on her fingers like warm, live eggs. She curled her hand around his balls and protected them.

Her cheeks caved in as she sucked on the prick in her mouth. She scrubbed the underside with her tongue, stroked the nerve patch below the knob. She pumped her head, and took fully half his towering dick into her mouth.

Eric leaned back, closed his eyes and savored the wonderful sucking his cock was, getting. His hands were still stroking Ellen's head as it bobbed over his lap. He felt her warm, soft jugs brushing his legs as she moved over his groin. His feet were touching the outsides of her thighs. His neck muscles straining, he lifted his head and looked at her again.

Ellen's face was set with concentration as she sucked her father's cock. She held the base of his prick with one hand and fondled his nuts with the other. Her head moved, up and down, up and down, as she took better than half his tool into her mouth. Saliva spilled down his shaft, mingling with the cum already matting his crotch bush. Her hair hung around her face like a heavy, swaying auburn curtain.

It took an effort, but Eric managed to keep his eyes on his daughter as she sucked his dick. His arms ached with the strain as he stroked her hair. He was battling to keep from grasping her head and jamming it down on his cock.

Then a tremor developed in one of his thighs, an uncontrollable muscular quiver. His flat stomach muscles began rippling as his lust built. His hips began making hesitant hunching motions. Sweat trickled from his face and his armpits, traced tickling lines down his chest. His lips skinned back over his teeth in a primitive grin of lust as Ellen continued to suck his prick.

"Going to come," he said hoarsely, warning her.

"Mmmmm," she mumbled around his cock. Leaning farther over him, she fought to get more of his dick into her mouth, drove down hard on him. Her nostrils flared as she sucked air in after each stroke on his prick. She shifted her hand from his balls and scratched behind his jewels, scratched the hard foundation of his rod.

Eric's hips moved faster. Somehow, he managed to keep from forcing his daughter's face down on his throbbing hard-on, kept stroking her hair gently, kept touching her cheeks softly as she sucked on his prick. His balls knotted up tight in his crotch and his hips quivered and lifted. Ellen forced her head down on his cock until she had nearly two-thirds of it in her mouth. The shaft pulsed and convulsed, and her throat worked as jizz flooded her. His buttcheeks knotted, his body shivering with the strain of his orgasm, Eric poured his thick load into his daughter's mouth, down her throat, into her belly.

Ellen sucked and sucked, swallowed and gulped. Her tongue stroked and milked the jetting cock in her mouth. Her throat swallowed and swallowed and the waves carried the thick fuck juice to her stomach. Some of the cream escaped her lips, drooled into his crotch patch. She continued to suck and draw on his prick until it began to lose its strength and shrink. Her stroking tongue revived it momentarily, and it shot one last dribble of sperm into her mouth. When his cock had shrunk to half its former size, Ellen released it. She rested her cheek on his thigh again. Panting, her face stained with his jizz, she caught her breath.

"Oh, baby, you're too much," Eric sighed, petting his daughter's head tenderly. "How could I ever marry when I have you?"

"But you can't have me forever," she whispered.

"I can for as long as I live," he noted. "I'm twenty-one years older than you. You're sure to outlive me."

"That's true."

"But what'll happen to you when I'm gone? You'll be alone." He shivered. "That's no good, baby. We can't hang onto each other, I guess. We've got to find partners for both of us, while there's still time."

Ellen snuffled loudly. She nodded. "But I don't like the idea."

"Jealous?"

"Uh-huh." She was still resting her cheek on his thigh.

"Just like your mother." He chuckled wryly. "But so am I, baby, so am I."

"Jealous of me?" she asked, pleased.

"Yeah." He studied her thoughtfully for a moment. "Know who I think about when I jack off?"

"No, who?"

"Not Mom?"

"No. I remember her all wasted and eaten up by the cancer. So I think of you."

"I think of you when I do it," she told him. "I always have."

"God, we're a pair," he sighed. "Let's get cleaned up and go to bed."