“But, Daddy….!” Young Jessica wailed, tears welling up in her eyes.
“Shut the fuck up, you little bitch! I”ve got something right here to stop up that big mouth of yours.” I replied. I quickly hauled her down onto her knees in front of my chair. I yanked my belt open and shoved my trousers and shorts down to my ankles. Grasping my semi-erect prick in one hand, I caught hold of my daughter and pulled her face toward its raunchy, bulbous head. With my hand gripping her behind the neck, I began to stuff my meaty shaft between her pillowy lips. (more…)
“Goodness, Rox, he was just masturbating,” Arianna told me quietly, licking her ice cream cone in a delightfully inappropriate way, getting our table all kinds of looks. Old habits die hard.
“Yeah, to my movie, Ari,” I pointed out, breaking off pieces of my empty waffle cup, dark and flimsy with melted ice cream. I munched on a few pieces, swallowing hard. Shame and guilt teamed up on my stomach, the ice cream in my belly stirring uneasily. “I shouldn’t have told him about my career, even if I am retired now.”
I had peeked into his room three days ago to see if there was anything wrong, as he’d dashed out of the living room in such a hurry after sitting silent throughout the entire evening. He hadn’t heard me open the door, his headphones over his ears. And I’d caught him, stroking himself, with a video of me getting doggyfucked on his computer screen! My maternal instincts screamed for me to storm in, unplug his computer, and toss it out in the street. (more…)
