Harry Stevens - Wild Naked Family

Looking right through Betsy as if she weren't there, he muttered, "I should've used a rubber. Even at my age. A man's never too old. And she was so damned young. But it never even crossed my mind I still had it in me to knock up the little girl."

Betsy Underwood reeled with alarm, certain her poor father was hallucinating. She wondered if he'd been drinking. Then her father's eyes suddenly narrowed, focusing on Betsy's face.

"I fucked her," the old man said in a hush. "Right here on this couch. And now…"

"Pop," Betsy tried to soothe, "I don't think you've got anything to worry about. Think you're just upsetting yourself over nothing. You're probably just on edge about something that, well, never happened to begin with."

"So you think I can't get it up anymore, huh?" her father hissed.

"Well, mom has been dead for a long time now, Dad," Betsy said. "I just naturally figured…"

"That frigid old bitch! It was dead for us a long time before she finally made it official. Now she was the one cunt I really couldn't get it up for."

"Daddy," Betsy winced, "please don't talk like this…"

"Aw, it really wasn't your mother's fault. She couldn't help getting old. Just like I can't help liking my pussy young. Sure remember when you started to blossom, Betsy. I had it up for you all the time."

He paused, shifting as he sat. There was a definite bulge at his crotch.

"Damn," he declared now, "I can still get it up for you! You'll always be daddy's little girl, Betsy honey."

"Th-this isn't happening," Betsy gulped to herself.

He stood, bristling with macho strength, making it clear that he was neither drunk nor sick. Indeed, there seemed only one logical explanation for his astounding behavior-he was horny as hell. And, as his stunned daughter lost her grip on the incredible situation, he was also totally in control.

"When you were growing up, little girl, did you ever wonder what it'd be like to fuck your old man?" he boldly asked. "You ever fall asleep at night thinking about daddy's big, hard cock? Maybe play with your hot, little pussy a little about it?"

Betsy Underwood tried to keep her hold on the present, but she uncontrollably slipped back into the past now. Her father had accurately guessed many hidden truths of her girlhood and something hidden within her snapped. Suddenly she was listening in awe to herself as she revealed secrets that had been buried so deeply that they had never consciously surfaced before.

"I was so jealous of mom," she eerily whispered. "That you were fucking her tired, old cunt, Daddy, when mine was so young and hot for you. I tried to tell myself it was Matt I wanted, but now I know that even if he'd fucked me it wouldn't have been enough. It was your cock I really wanted, Daddy, your cock the whole time."

"And?" he said, his hand lowering to unzip his swollen fly.

"I… Daddy, I think I still do," Betsy panted.

Her father pulled it out, ten-plus inches of hard, throbbing prickmeat.

"I know I still do!" Betsy cried.

"Then prove it, little girl," her father prompted. "Suck daddy's cock!"

Betsy didn't need to be asked twice. She felt like a cherry teenager all over again as she knelt before the man of her dreams, her father.

"Or maybe," her father now said, "you want to do more than just suck. Maybe you want me to fuck you in the mouth as hard and deep as I can."

Betsy eagerly nodded. Her father's hips bucked on cue, powering his massive cock down her throat. He didn't stop until she was gagging on his prick.

"Now squeeze my balls, little girl," he called down. "That's it. See how that makes my cock move so your mouth's like a cunt? Just keep it up and daddy's hot cum'll be all yours to drink."

As Betsy rhythmically pumped his balls, it set the tempo for the repeated cock-strokes in her throat. She was, of course, an expert at sucking cock, but giving head to her own father provided a whole new experience for her. All at once she trembled with an unmistakable climax, the first time she'd ever come from just giving a blow-job.

Her father picked up on it right away. "Coming, huh, princess?" he chuckled. "Well, maybe I'd better hurry up and catch up with you."

His crotch bucked with added force, making Betsy lose her balance. When her knees started skidding from beneath her, her father piled on top of her. Her ass thumped and her skull cracked on the floor. But she couldn't cry out, not with her mouth more filled with cock than ever. Her father pinned her down with all his weight, laying on her as his huge prick jack-hammered her throat.

"Yeah," the old man with the hard-on of a teenager rasped, "time for me to come now, too. Hope you're thirsty for daddy's jizz!"

Then he grunted and shot his wad. It was a creamy flood but his daughter sucked it down as fast as it gushed from his prick. What she didn't swallow slobbered down her chin and trickled from her nostrils. It was probably more jizz than any prick had ever given Betsy, but, best of all, it was her daddy's jizz.

"Well, now let's take a look at you," Betsy's father said when his balls were drained. "Every man thinks his daughter is the prettiest girl in the world, but after he's fucked her mouth she really ought to outdo herself and give him the biggest, sweetest smile he's ever seen."

And, sure enough, when his sucked cock pulled away, Betsy flashed a sticky grin. She didn't need to be told she was beautiful in this state because she knew it full well for herself.

"Am I really as beautiful as I feel, Daddy?" she asked.

"Look young and sexy enough to be your own daughter," the old man chuckled.

At the suggestion of Millie, Betsy suddenly lost her grip on her carefree smile. She couldn't help wondering if her father meant something special by bringing Millie up, or if it was just coincidence. But once it had crossed her mind, Betsy had to know for sure.

"Well," she haltingly said in response to her father's remark, "I, uh, don't know about that. Millie's such an attractive girl."

After she'd said this, Betsy knew there was definitely something in the air. The tension she now felt was electric, as her father paused to lock his eyes with hers before answering.

"M-Millie's such an attractive girl," a stammering Betsy repeated. Then, borrowing her father's words, added, "So young… and sexy."

"I know," the old man quietly stated, saying more with his piercing stare than with words.

Overwhelmed by what she chillingly suspected, Betsy gulped, "Y-you mean?"

Her father nodded.

"You fucked her, didn't you, Daddy?" Betsy whimpered. "Fucked Millie. Your own granddaughter. That's who you were talking about when I first got here, wasn't it?"

Her father laughed, but gently. "I lied some, too, though. At least the little girl doesn't have an old man's baby growing in her belly. When I started fucking young pussy again after your mother died, I treated myself to one of those operations so I only shoot blanks."

"Then why did you tell me such a terrible thing?" Betsy croaked.

"Had to get your attention somehow on the subject of fucking," her smirking father explained. "Wasn't something that'd pop up between us unless I made you listen up. And I couldn't just come right out and tell you first thing off how I fucked little Millie. You'd have had a heart attack, called the cops, hit me over the head, something. Had to draw you out to start with."

"And then fuck me," Betsy sighed, realizing how thoroughly she'd been set up.

"Whoa, don't get ahead of yourself, darlin'. I haven't fucked you yet," father reminded daughter. "'Course I will just as sure as the two of us are in this room."

"Why?" Betsy hissed. "So you can run and tell Millie what a horny old fool her mother is after the way you two cooked this up?"

"Well, from what I hear," the old man answered in measured tones, "this isn't the only thing that's been cooked up in this family lately that left somebody feeling like a fool."