Roger's wife Beth was at his sister's Sandy for their Thursday night card game. His daughter, Angie, went to her room an hour earlier to do some reading before she went to sleep. Roger watch TV but all he could remember were the commercials, the shows were so bad. The sodas he had urged him to head for the bathroom.
The bathroom was the next room down the hall from Angie's bedroom. He relieved himself and headed back to catch some cowboy movie coming on starring The Duke. The door was open to Angie's room, so he did what any father would do with an open door. He looked in on his little girl.
His little girl was not so little anymore. At nineteen, she was in the final stages of becoming a woman. A woman who, apparently, liked to sleep nude. Angie's quilt covered her legs and lap but not her breasts as she sat up in the bed, reading. Roger stopped to study his daughter. He thought she had her mother's long red hair, freckles that outnumbered the night's stars, and green eyes. And large tits. Tits that were at least thirty eights and needing a C-cup.
Angie used one of those e-book readers. She needed only one hand to operate the device. The other hand was under the quilt. And it was busy. Roger shook his head. He had to move, it was his daughter he watched. He watched her as beads of sweat formed on her forehead. She chewed her lower lip in an effort not to make noise. She did not want her daddy to hear her.
Daddy did not hear his baby. Worse. Daddy stood there, imagining what that hand was doing under the quilt. Daddy was rubbing the growing problem in his pants. That was when it happened. Daddy sneezed. Busted!
Angie looked at the door. Her eyes eventually focused on her father. She smiled at Roger but did not stop. The movement under the quilt got faster. Angie let her sounds out.
"Hi, Daddy."
Daddy's hand fell as did his cock. But, not his gaze. He will his feet to walk away from his baby's room but they took him to Angie's bedside. He told his hand to take the quilt and cover Angie's breasts but they uncover Angie's body. He stared down at Angie's hand. She was not fingering herself.
No, she was using a huge latex cock that had him by at least three inches when fully aroused. It looked as big around as a twelve-ounce beer bottle. How could any woman use such a monster without permanent injury?
Roger noticed one difference between mother and daughter. Mother kept herself trimmed so that a small patch of curly red pubic hair tickled Roger's nose. Roger liked that bit of tease. Angie kept her mound smooth and bare. Roger's hand reached out to feel the smoothness of his daughter. That touch, what Angie compared to a butterfly landing on a flower, triggered her orgasm.
Angie lift her spine off the bed. "Oh God!" echoed in the room. Her hand fell from the dildo. She convulsed around the lump of latex that no longer moved inside her.
"Daddy? Please help me."
Roger took hold of the dong. He hesitated to finish the pleasuring of his daughter.
"Daddy?" she begged.
She took hold of Daddy's hand holding the dildo. She moved his hand which moved the dildo. The smile came back, but it was as weak as Roger's efforts.
Angie rubbed her clitoris. She rubbed her hand in her own juices. She held that hand under her father's nose. Instinct made him lean over and smell her fingers. Angie held the fingers on his lips. Instinct again reacted. Roger first licked, then suck his baby's love lotion. Now, he was back to full erection. As if touching his daughter's bare pussy did not put the fire back in his loins.
Roger's hand increased the speed of the rubber piston in his daughter's cunt. He bent over to smell the fresh wetness flowing from Angie. Angie exposed her clit. Roger touch it with the tip of his tongue. This triggered another orgasm in his daughter.
The best part of having someone else masturbate you was that that party does not stop when the cumming starts. Roger continued driving the dildo into Angie and licking her hot button. Angie kept cumming. Her sex water dripped from around the latex that tried to seal her hole. Roger went from licking to sucking. Roger removed the dildo and covered the sex fountain with his mouth, using his tongue to funnel Angie's juices into his mouth. He used his right thumb to keep her clitoris stimulated. He kept up his licking long after Angie stopped moving.
"Okay, Dad. Let me breath."
Roger collapsed fully prone and fully dressed on his naked but happy daughter.
"Dad, if you're going to be on top of me, please, undress."
Angie demonstrated her desire for her father to stay like that by unbuttoning his shirt and unbuckling his belt. Dad finished her job. He soon lay naked next to Angie with his pre-cum dripping on her sheets.
