The characters in this story all exist. Names have been changed. Some of the events are true (I wish). All participants are over 18 years of age.
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Alf
"D-a-a-d. What on earth are you Doing??"
My daughter Michelle (aka Mickey) stood in the bathroom doorway, staring in disbelief as her "old man" leaned against the washbasin, one hand pumping his healthy 8" cock while the other rubbed the gusset of a pair of her panties over his nose and mouth.
Not certain of how to react, I tried to hide my rapidly fading erection with the skimpy silky material.
As she turned away, I was sure I noticed a glint in her eye and the beginnings of a smile.
Mickey
Wow. Catching Dad beating himself like that was a real eye opener. I've seen quite a few good looking cocks in my time, but, for a fifty - something guy, my old man has one absa-fukn-lutely gorgeous piece of meat. Not excessively large (I guess about 8 1/2 inches), but beautifully shaped. I'm sure he could model for a dildo factory. Much better than some of the guys my own age that I've worked on. By the way, I'm considered quite good at the art of blow jobs. My friend Kelly says I'm also not too bad at giving the occasional clit lashing either. She should know - she is openly bi. I'm still trying to figure out which way to go. But, back to the story...
After seeing Dad like that, I barely made it back to my room before I had my hand down the front of my panties and my fingers working their way into my rapidly moistening slit. Just the mental picture of that cock was enough to make me s-o-o-o horny.
After I had jilled myself off good and properly, I realised that what I'd seen explained quite a few things that I'd noticed over the previous 6 months. Things like the laundry basket not being in the same place I'd left it, Mom's and my underwear mixed up, occasional sticky patches in the bathroom. But the vision of that cock... how to get a feel, or even better, a taste. Just thinking about it made me wet all over again.
Maybe, just maybe...
Alf
Over the next few weeks, I was a lot more cautious in my adventures, making sure that no one was home before I sampled the laundry basket. Just as well, for some reason Mickey's panties seemed more aromatic than before. Also, Mickey started openly staring at my crotch area, especially when I was in my bathing costume. Over and above that, she appeared more clumsy than usual, bumping into me and almost grabbing me at times. My daughter the vamp???
Mickey
Once I decided that I wanted a taste of that lovely cock, I tried my best to let Dad know what I really needed. I changed underwear morning, noon and evening. Just to make it even more tempting, I would give my panties an extra rub over my slit before dropping them in the basket.
Getting physically close was a special challenge. Although Mom is frigid, (I haven't heard anything from behind their bedroom door in ages) she is insanely jealous. Pretend clumsiness could only get me so far, although it did give me a couple of good gropes at Dad's tackle box, and a few rubs of my tits against his back. I had a choice... Straight talk, or something more erotic...
Alf
On a warm Sunday morning, thinking I was alone in the house I heard scratching sounds from Mickey's room. Thinking that one of our cats had (again) gotten tangled in the blinds, I slowly and quietly opened her bedroom door, not wanting to cause further panic & risk a destroyed blind. Not a cat, but Mickey, lying on her bed, panties around her ankles, knees apart, working her fingers into what must be the most gorgeous pussy I've ever seen. Neatly trimmed coppery-blonde curls around a perfect, moist slit. Her eyes were half-closed, and the occasional whimper crept through her lips. I stood rooted to the spot, unable to comprehend what I was watching. Eventually I backed out of the doorway, and barely made it to my bathroom before ripping off my pants, grabbing a handful of liquid soap, and spending the next half hour yanking every last drop of cum from my aching prick.