I deliberately do not go into lots of details of characters to allow people to fill in the blanks with who and how they want the characters to be, this is pure fiction, I hope you enjoy, my email will be at the bottom for any feedback comments ideas …. and pics 🙂 …etc. I get off on getting you off.
John fumbled quietly at the front door lock, it was almost midnight and he knew his son daughter and his wife would all be asleep by now. He hadn’t meant to stay out this late but one of his friends had turned up as he was about to leave so he stayed and had a couple more drinks.
He was mildly drunk but he managed to get through the front door quietly enough he thought.
He walked toward the staircase and saw the kitchen light on so he entered the kitchen. The top fridge door was open and he could see his wife standing behind it, she had on a pair of comfort leggings on he had not seen before, but the sight of her little round ass was still prominent and he felt his cock stir a little as he watched her rummage in the fridge.
His wife was a few years younger and a little shorter than him, slim and in good shape for a late 30 year old. John felt quite fortunate as he spent a second watching her butt cheeks, he doubted his wife would let him fuck her tonight as it was quite late, but the alcohol made the decision for him to try.
“Hey honey, your up late” he said as he walked into the kitchen.
He walked towards her admiring her bottom. He placed a hand on the centre of her ass and squeezed playfully as she reached to close the fridge.
There was a a squeal and she stumbled clumsily away from the fridge.
Johns draw dropped, it wasn’t his wife. His daughter was now standing in front of him clearly startled, her mouth agape.
“Daddy!!” Abbey exclaimed looking shocked.
“Sweetie I am so sorry, I thought you were your mother!” John hurriedly attempted to apologise.
Abbey was becoming very womanly, she was now the almost the same height as her mother Helen and John couldn’t help but notice she was beginning to look more like her mother every passing week, she still had a small remnant of her childhood face but it was fading into womanhood quickly.
John also couldn’t help but notice that in Abbeys hand was a carrot.
Seeing the confusion on her dads clearly drunk face, abbey attempted to move her hand behind her back.
Abbey looked down at her fathers groin then looked away blushing, she could see there was a bulge there she had never seen before.
“Its ok Daddy.. it was a misunderstanding” Abbey said softly, clearly embarrassed and flushed.
“Err..” John tried to compose himself, he was also fairly certain that the reason Abbey had hidden the carrot meant it was not a late night snack, and what shocked john the most was that the thought of his daughter doing what he thought she was going to do with that carrot was not helping his stirring cock, he should not be having these thoughts.
“Well, I am again really sorry Abbey…. that was an embarrassing moment…. so Io am going to head to bed and lets pretend that didn’t happen” John chuckled raising a hand in an apologetic manner as he turned toward the stairs.
Abbey couldn’t help but glance down at her dads crotch again as he turned, she could still see the bulge. A cold shiver of excitement rushed through her and she felt a small warmth spread to her pussy. This reaction confused her, but also excited her.
“okay … Night Daddy …” Abbey said quietly as she watched him go upstairs.
Abbeys breathing was quickening, her hands were trembling slightly, she looked at the carrot in her hand, her mind went straight back to her Dads crotch, she felt her pussy getting damp.
Quickly she turned off the kitchen light and quietly as she could she went upstairs and into her room, closing the door.
She tiptoed to the bed, her pussy now clearly needing her immediate attention.
She laid back on her bed, her heart thumping and an undeniable throbbing between her slender young legs.
She lay there for a moment, the house was quiet.
Abbey thought about her dads bulge, she couldn’t help but picture what Daddy’s cock might look like as she excitedly began to stroke her wet slit under her leggings, it felt electric. She was so incredibly turned on, more so than usual.
She closed her eyes and tried to recall how it felt when her father grabbed her ass. As much as she almost screamed, it did give her a thrill , it was the first time her ass had been squeezed by a man …. she wasn’t expecting that first time to be her Daddy.
She started to rub the thick end of the carrot slowly up and down her slit.
Her mind started to fill with images. She imagined instead of her Dad grabbing her ass in such a fashion that he instead slid his hand between her legs from behind and pushed roughly upwards until she was on tiptoes, the blade edge of his hand intruding between her pussy lips.
Almost panting now, Abbey slid the end of the carrot inside her now very wet pussy hole, she groaned quietly at the feeling as she lazily and slowly pushed it in and out an inch or two, she wanted to take her time, she felt so incredibly dirty as she spread her legs open as wide as she could, images of being fondled and groped in the kitchen.
She couldn’t believe she was having these thoughts, sure, she had now and then looked at her Daddy differently sometimes now she was growing but never seriously, she loved her Daddy and had noticed she got a lot less cuddles and kisses than she used to get, this did make her feel a little sad but she understood why.
As she slowly slid the carrot in and out of her mound she began to let out little gasps and moans, her mind racing with quick little images of her Daddy having two fingers inside her, thrusting them quickly in and out as she stood at the fridge in the kitchen.
She imagined him clamping a big strong hand over her mouth so that her little gasps didn’t wake Mom.
Abbeys legs began to tremble, her heart raced, she quickened the pace of of thrusting the carrot in and out, bumping against her hymen. Her other hand went to that little sweet spot as she made quick circular motions around the hood at the top of her pussy.
“Daddy …!!… ” She moaned shakily ” Ahh.. AHH AHH… AHH…”
Her orgasm ripped through her, her back arched and her legs spasmed.
She flopped back down and threw her head into the pillow so her cries wouldn’t be heard as her juices streamed out into her leggings, her orgasm finally subsiding.
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John closed the bedroom door quietly, his mind reeled with the alcohol and the event in the kitchen. Was his daughter going to be using that carrot to masturbate with?
The thought of his daughter pushing a carrot inside her little young pussy both excited and made him feel shame.
Helen lay in bed on her side.
“Hi Babe,” she muttered sleepily.
“Good night?” she spoke quietly again.
“Err… yea.. sorry I know its a little late
John was full of lust, he stared at his wife’s figures, half covered by the sheets. He got in bed and lightly put a hand on his wife’s shoulder. She moaned softly.
Johns cock was now hard, he nudged it against Helens backside.
“Honey…. not tonight ….its late … ” Helen muttered sleepily
John sighed and rolled onto his back staring into the darkness at the ceiling.
His mind wandered back to the kitchen, he thought about how Abbeys arse felt, it felt good, he couldn’t tell it wasn’t his wife’s.
Then he thought about the carrot.
John quietly crept out of bed and went into the en-suite bathroom. He closed the door quietly and stood at the basin.
His cock was not going down, he was trying to push thoughts out of his head of his daughter thrashing around on her bed, thrusting that carrot in and out of her wet little snatch. He couldn’t help it, John firmly grasped his now rock hard shaft and started pumping his fist up and down the length, his trembling hand went for the hand cream, he smoothed it over his helmet, slick with precum.
he staggered to the toilet and gave in to abandon, his mind now not even attempting to stop imagining his teen daughter yelling out and cumming hard as she plunged her improvised toy deeper and deeper into her dripping wet hole.
John came hard, two then three thick hot streams of cum shot onto the raised toilet seat as he steadied himself with his other hand on the wall, it kept going, a forth convulsion sent a spattering of smaller drops in various directions as he gasped and convulsed, almost dropping to his knees.
“Wow…” John muttered, his intense and hard orgasm subsiding.
Immediate guilt and shame flooded his mind as he came down form the incredible high of picturing his daughter.
As best and quietly as he could, he cleaned up his mess and flushed the toilet.
As he quietly went back to bed and settled down, he heard Helen mutter
“Night babe ..”
“Night … ” John replied a little sheepishly, he closed his eyes, wondering what dreams awaited, and how he would face his daughter tomorrow.
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It was morning, John had gone to make coffee for himself and Helen, he came back into the bedroom in his bath robe and boxers, he placed the coffees on their dressers, took off his robe and slid back under the sheets.
“Morning Honey” John said as Helen stretched and sat up.
“Morning” Helen sighed and yawned and reached for the coffee.
“Good night last?” Helen asked.
John began telling Helen about his evening, about how a friend turned up and why he was later than normal.
“Yea it must’ve been one in the morning when you came in.” Helen remarked.
“I guess so.. sorry if I woke you.”
“Woke me? You speared me in the back if you remember….. and don’t think I know what you did in the bathroom” Helen laughed as she lightly slapped johns chest.
“Could you not have waited for this morning?” Helen smiled sweetly as she brushed Johns cheek with the back of her hand.
“Sorry babe, i was a little drunk” John grinned, and leaned in to kiss Helen.
“I heard you talking to Abbey last night, what was she doing in the kitchen that time of night?
” Oh….. err…..” John paused for a minute.
“Was everything ok?” Helen asked sitting up more.
“Well…. its a little delicate…” John replied awkwardly
John decided it was best not to mention grabbing his daughters ass.
“When I came in the kitchen, she had a carrot in her hand, which she quickly hid behind her back” John remarked matter of factly with a faint smile on his face.
Helen looked puzzled.
“What do you mean? Why would she hide a carrot, that doesn’t make any sense.”
John didn’t answer, he just gave Helen a meaningful look.
“OH!! …… Hmmm… I see….” Helen chuckled.
“Well I guess our little darling is growing up” Helen grinned and raised an eyebrow
“Maybe you should have a chat with her?” John suggested, the thought of what he did last night came back to him, causing a flash of guilt.
“God no! You don’t understand young women do you, she would be mortified!”
Helen pondered for a moment
“Maybe I should buy her a … toy… and just leave it discreetly in her room from me?”
John swallowed hard, he felt his cock twitch.
“Just something simple and small, nothing too naughty.” Helen continued sipping her coffee.
“Well… I suppose it would stop the late night fridge raids” John chuckled awkwardly. He tried not to think of Abbey unwrapping her present and her jaw dropping as she did. Johns cock was now semi erect.
Helen suddenly turned her head to look at John.
“Wait!!…… is that… tell me that’s NOT why you went to the bathroom last night!!”
John feigned a look of puzzled innocence, he was not convincing.
“That’s your daughter, that’s our daughter!!” Helen gasped, a shocked expression on her face.
“Honey no of course not!” John stated, his face reddening.
Helens face flushed.
“You pervert ! You…. you were …. getting off thinking about it weren’t you!” Helens said in a hushed tone.
“Honey I was just a little drunk and turned on, that’s all, I was not… y`know..” John looked embarrassed and a little scared.
Helen looked down in shock. There was an awkward silence for a minute.
John didn’t know what to say, but he noted the change of pitch in her voice. He went to say something but didn’t know what to say
Helen hated to admit it, but for some reason she found herself getting a little turned on.
“You were pulling on your cock last night thinking about Abbey … your DAUGHTER…. masturbating with a carrot!” Helen said quietly in a now slightly trembling voice.
Johns cock again twitched, he felt the tip starting to leak against his boxers.
“I bet you would’ve liked to watch wouldn’t you!! Watch your daughter playing with herself….”
Johns breathing started to get heavier, he looked at Helen, Helen looked back at him. Was she getting aroused? John thought.
Helen was indeed getting aroused, she looked into Johns eyes, she could see he didn’t know what to say or do but he wasn’t denying it.
John glanced down nervously at Helens chest, her breathing was noticeable and he could see her nipples starting to show through her nightie.
“Oh my God, you really would wouldn’t you! If you walked into her room and her legs were open…… her…. pussy …. on show.”
John swallowed again.
“Helen….. its not like that ….” John realised now that his own breathing was clearly showing his guilt and arousal.
He looked down and saw movement under the covers.
Helen had been subconsciously pressing the tips of her fingers between her legs. Her mind raced with thoughts of John wanking at the doorway of their daughters bedroom while secretly watching Abbey thrusting her toy in and out of her little pussy.
Helen stopped when she saw John look down,
“I bet your fucking hard right now aren’t you, you fucking pervert!!” Helen now sounded full of lust.
She whisked back the covers. John could not hide his erection straining against his boxers, a large wet patch clearly evident at the tip.
John looked down at his crotch guiltily but his breathing was quickening. He could almost come just listening to how turned on his wife seemed to sound.
“Dirty fucking pervert ….” Helen muttered now, she got to her knees on the bed and slapped johns face.
“Helen ….” john mumbled, feeling the sting of her slap.
Helen got off the bed, pulled her nightie up over her head and threw it to the floor.
John looked at Helens pussy, it glistened with her juices. John was confused, he wanted to take her right then but she also seemed angry.
Helen got back on the bed and straddled Johns crotch. She slapped him again harder.
“Dirty fucker, do you also want to fuck her now? Now that you know she has learned how to get herself off?!” Helen thrust down onto johns crotch.
“Get your fucking pants down you pervert! Go on!! Put your cock in me and pretend its her, show me how you would fuck our daughter if you had the chance!!”
Helens voice trembled She began to grind back and forwards on Johns crotch.
John was trembling all over now, he was going to cum before he even had the chance to enter his wife’s dripping folds.
He pull his cock out the side of his boxers and tried to aim for his wife’s snatch as she rubbed against him. Both their fluids drenched johns thighs.
“AAAaah Uhhh ” Helen found the tip of Johns rock hard cock and sank down on it with all her weight, it slid in easily into her soaking tunnel as she felt her clit press on Johns stomach.
“Oh my God …. ” John Gasped as Helen began to raise herself off of his cock until it was almost all the way out.
Helen sank down forcefully again and again gasping and staring into Johns eyes.
John could barely speak as he saw a level of lust in Helens eyes he hadn’t seen for a while.
They both just stared at each other, panting, as Helen continued to pound up and down as hard as she could on Johns cock.
“How far …would you …go?! Would you… CUM in your… daughters pussy?!”
Helen now could barely speak as she bounced hard on Johns cock, she pulled and kneaded her nipples as she felt a powerful orgasm shocking her pussy.
“UUUUUuuuuurhh AAAH AAAAAHHHH OOOhhhh” Helen collapsed down on Johns chest, cumming hard, her vagina muscles spasming around Johns cock.
John threw back his head, he felt his own orgasm rapidly approaching, he felt his cum surging rapidly, he thrust up against his wife’s convulsing shaking body , his cum flooding Helens pussy, pulse after pulse spewing into her as her pussy muscles squeezed his cock as her orgasm subsided.
” AAAAAA ooooooh uuuuuu my….. god …. ” John gasped as his crotch kept on twitching under the weight of his wife.
Helen raised her head now her orgasm had waned.
She squeezed Johns chin and kissed him roughly.
“Fucking pervert …… that was a GREAT fuck though ……” Helen whispered, her energy gone.
“I know…. sorry…..” John gave in. His mind reeling at what had just happened.
Helen rolled off of John.
“Now go get me a coffee, mines gone cold!” Helen said sternly
“Yes honey, love you”.
John kissed his glowing wife of the cheek and stumbled out of bed towards the door
“Well put your robe on! What if Abbey walks out and catches you in those drenched boxers!” Helen grinned at John.
“Doesn’t bear thinking about!” John grinned back.
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End of part one
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