Duncan Fox - Spankin mommy

"Oooohhh, Daddy," she moaned softly. "Ohhh, Daddy!"

The ping-pong paddle thumped to the floor and Eric Jameson stripped the top half of his daughter's pajamas up and off her, exposing her eighteen-year-old body completely. She let him rip her last covering off her. Her long red hair tumbled in dismay over her creamy shoulders, brushed the upper slopes of her full, firm boobs.

Eric Jameson sucked in his breath at the sight of his daughter's body, just the way he did every time he saw it. She had a superb figure. Her tits were generous, thrusting mounds any woman would be proud of. Her skin, where it was exposed to the sun, was freckled and golden. Where it was protected by the one-piece suit she always wore, it was a creamy, flawless, pale white.

"Oh, Daddy," Ellen repeated, linking her hands behind his neck. She began to rise and fall. His cock slid out of her hole, then drove back up into her tight, clinging, aroused cunt. He slid his ass to the edge of the chair and let her fuck herself on his tool. He unbelted his robe and spread it wide open. His flat muscular stomach was wrinkled because of his slouched position.

Her legs flexing smoothly, Ellen lifted and dropped on her father's prick. Her whole body flushed with pleasure. Her boobs quivered excitingly as she moved. The only consideration she showed her abused butt was to move so the burned portions of her flesh didn't come into contact with her father's hairy thighs.

Eric looked down to where his cock emerged, then disappeared, into his daughter's pink-lipped snatch. His shaft gleamed with her juices. He savored the hot, rippled embrace of her tight cunt. Reaching down, he probed into the upper end of her silt and diddled her clitoris.

The pleasure on Ellen's face intensified. Then he slid his hands up and captured the generous mounds of her jugs. He massaged the full globes, ran his thumbs over the rubbery tips of her nipples.

"Pinch them, Daddy," Ellen moaned. "Hurt them, Daddy, hurt them."

Eric obeyed, squeezed them between thumb and forefinger. Ellen squirmed with pleasure from the ungentle stimulation. She began moving her hips in a small circle as she rose and fell, rose and fell, ramming his cock into her gushing twat.

She had still not opened her eyes. The tears had dried on her cheeks. She frowned as she concentrated on screwing her father. Her head was tipped back and her hands were still linked behind his neck.

"Soon, baby, soon," Eric told her.

"Me, too, Daddy," she whispered. "Oh, very soon, Daddy. Very, very soon."

"Anytime. Anytime."

"Now, Daddy! Oh, yes! Now, oh, now, now, NOW!" She moved quickly, but not too quickly. She emphasized the circular motion, increased the bouncing. "Now!" She jammed her cunt down hard on his prick and quivered in the grip of her pleasure. The hot blush of an orgasm surged up from her crotch, spread out over her belly and chest engulfed her. She trembled in its fiery embrace.

Eric heaved his hips upward as his daughter's come drew near. His muscles straining, his ass knotting; he drilled his cock deep into her spasming match. He unloaded his thick, creamy sperm into his daughter's cunt, poured out his load with wrenching twists of his muscles. His cock pulsed and heaved in her twitching hole, and a thick, pearly wave overflowed, spilled into his strawberry-blond crotch bush, darkening and kinking the curly hairs.

For a long, straining moment, Ellen sat very straight and tall on her father's lap, her nude body a rigid tower of lust. Then, slowly, she fell forward against him. Her boobs squashed warmly on his strong chest. She cuddled against him. His prick was still sunk in her streaming cunt. He stroked the smooth expanse of her back tenderly.

"Oh, Daddy, that was a good one." She sighed contentedly.

"Are you going to be late again?" he asked.

Ellen nodded, without lifting her head from his shoulder. "Probably. Pete's car isn't very reliable, you know."

"Maybe you should date someone whose car is reliable."

"But then we'd just have to find another excuse, wouldn't we?"

Eric let out a snort that was half-chuckle. "I guess we would, at that. But I don't like punishing you."

Ellen shifted making his limp cock squirm inside her flooded twat. "Are you sure?"

"Yet I don't like hurting you."

"But it excites you."

"It's that great ass of yours that excites me," he argued, "not spanking you." He pushed her away from him and looked into her deep blue eyes. "You like being hurt, don't you?"

"Yeah. By you. When you punish me, it means you love me. Just like this means you love me." She wiggled on him again, only this time his prick slipped out. "Oh, drat."

Eric snorted. "We're crazy, you know that?"

"Because we love each other? But that's what fathers and daughters are supposed to do," Ellen argued.

"But not like this. It's called incest," he reminded her.

"Incest, incest," Ellen snorted. "What difference does it make? We're not reproducing, we're just screwing. And besides, whose idea was it in the first place, anyway?"

"Your mother's."

"Mom's? Really?"

Eric nodded and let her brush a strand of his hair out of his eyes.

"But she's been dead for ten years now," Ellen pointed out. "I was only six when she died. We didn't start doing it until I was fourteen. Remember?"

"How could I forget?" he replied, recalling how two years earlier, he had aroused his daughter's young body tenderly and skillfully, and then taken her virginity with all the love and expertise he had. It had been one of the finest, most exquisite experiences of his life. His heart bursting, he had shown his love for her in the most intimate way he knew how. She had responded with love and youthful passion.

"So, tell me how Mom suggested something that didn't happen until eight years after she died," Ellen insisted.

"Well, she knew she was dying," Eric said.

"Didn't we all," Ellen observed with a shiver. "God, it was awful."

"Yeah," Eric said. "She was very brave and wonderful woman, but also a jealous one. Even when she was dying, she didn't want me to ever have another woman. But she knew that was impossible, so she ordered me to seduce you when you were old enough. Somehow, she figured that since half of you came from her, it was all right, that you weren't really another woman."

"That's crazy," Ellen snorted. "Not that I mind, you understand."

"She was crazy with pain by then. It was her dying request. So, of course, I honored it."

"And honored it, and honored it, and honored it," Ellen teased. Then she threw her arms around him and hugged him, pressed the warm length of her naked body against his. "Oh, Daddy, I love you so much!"

"I love you, too, baby."

"Aren't you ever going to marry again?" she asked, breaking the clinch.

He shrugged. "Why should I? I have you."

Ellen's lips thinned. "But you won't have me forever. I'm growing up, Daddy. I won't stay home forever, you know. I can't do that." She cocked her head. "What about Carla Manners? She'd be a good catch, you know."

"She's not interested in me."

"You see her often enough."

"She just wants my advice on how to raise Charlie. When I tried to get close to her, she slammed the door in my face. Figuratively, I mean."

"So, try again," Ellen argued. "She's a normal woman, she's been a widow for six months. She must be getting horny."

"What do you know about being horny?" Eric taunted her. "I've been screwing you ever since you were old enough to know what the word means."

Ellen giggled and shook her head. "You were about a year late!"

Eric stared at her. "But you were a virgin."

"I'd been masturbating for over a year," she told him smugly. "I learned where my clit is and what it's for and really went to town."

"You still do it?" he asked warily.