Incest stories: A Perfect Thunderstorm – Chap 1A
“Oh, I see he does! Well, I wonder how he’ll like the taste”
My chin automatically dropped half an inch, my tongue stuck out past my lips. As she rolled the shorts along my mouth, her free hand finally found where my cock was poking up out of my flannels, and she stroked it, firmly and confidently.
She shoved the fabric into my mouth, her eyes locked on mine, our noses almost touching. I could feel her warm breath on my cheeks as she tugged the panties, taking care to make sure I had a good tongue full, but as she asked, “Can you breathe?”
I nodded, and made some muffled sounds of encouragement. This made her grin spread even wider as her hand pumped my shaft faster and she bounced her wet cunt against my leg. That was almost certainly the first time that I had ever thought of my baby’s vagina as a cunt- a crude, obscene object made for fucking.
Before I had much time to roll that thought around my overheated mind, she giggled again and rubbed he tip of her nose against mine. Her tongue then flicked out where her mouse had just been, and the next thing I knew, my daughter was kissing my face, while still stroking my cock. I felt her rock hard nipples press against my chest and then tantalizingly dance away as she swayed on my leg, not quite my lap, because she wanted access to my cock.
My cock that badly wanted her to suck it, to fuck that cunt. To this point, she had been the seducer, in control, but I felt my blood rising to a boil, and knew I was about to pass the point of no return, to take her. here tiny.cc/tptq3x
I swallowed, tasting the musk of her excitement from her used panties as I allowed my hands to caress her tanned back, travelling from her shoulders to her ass. She moaned extra hard when I cupped her butt and squeezed.
Just then another lightning bolt lit the sky, and the thunder that rolled after made my baby jerk on my lap, her ass bouncing on my thigh, bumping against my shiny knob. My fist tightened instinctively around my cock, as if holding onto my life-maker for her dear life. As suddenly as it happened, it passed and she released my cock, which still stood upright between us. She moved that hand to one shoulder while settling her head on the other. Her thigh was warm in my lap, close enough to my cock that I felt her warmth.
“I’m sorry I jumped, Daddy,” she whispered in a little girl voice. “You really do make me feel safe, but I was startled. I hope I didn’t choke your chicken.”
She giggled, lifting her face closer to mine, eye to eye, nose to nose. I just mumbled in response, my words absorbed by the fabric filling my cheeks.
“Cat got your tongue Daddy?” she giggled harder, her groin now rolling up against my cock. Her hips rolled, grinding her wet cunt against my aching cock. “Or I guess, it’s the pussy cover that is the trouble.”
Her fingers brushed my lips, easing my jaw down. She slowly extracted her sodden boxers from my mouth, making sure to rub the gusset against my lower lip a bit extra as she finished. Her tongue dashed out of her mouth and licked her own fluid off my lip, pausing briefly to tease my teeth. As she licked, her hips rolled against my thighs and my cock was trapped between our bodies.
“My cock feels fine,” I shocked myself by using the common vulgar term for the organ which had spurted the seed that grew this vixen, but there it was, that word, hanging in the air between us.
“Fine? What sort of word is that?” she pulled her body back a touch, allowing her arm room to move and squeezed my balls hard. “MY Daddy taught me that if I used weak words like that in essays, he would spank me.”
She chuckled from her belly. I had never spanked her, but perhaps had threatened it a few times.
“Something tells me that you would have enjoyed that too much to learn a lesson.”
Mmmmm…maybe,” she moaned, nibbling my ear. “But back to your cock- it is a beautiful cock, not just a fine cock- though I am sure it does the job just fine.”
She was still speaking in some conditional grammatical sense, not yet admitting that we were about to fuck, but her fist had resumed pumping my shaft.
The next bolt of lightning was weak, and the thunder seemed more distant. Rain now beat hard against the glass, leaving us enclosed in the barely lit room. I wondered whether she might decide it was safe to return to her room, in which case, would she masturbate. I wished that I could watch that. Or maybe she would still want to crawl into bed with her Daddy.
For now, she seemed content to curl up with me in the chair, and I wondered if we might doze off, but her lips and teeth continued to explore my ears, my neck, my shoulder. Her palm stayed loose around my cock, giving it a tiny tweak just often enough to keep me hard.
“Your cock is bigger than I imagined, Daddy,” she giggled. “Yes, Daddy, your naughty daughter masturbates herself to sleep almost every night and dreams about big fat hard cocks, and the one she likes to dream about most is yours. And now, I have it for real. My dreams will be so much better after tonight.”
Her hand slid halfway down my shaft, and then back up, her palm surrounding my head. She then lifted her hand to her mouth and licked, slowly, her eyes locked on mine as I saw my precum coat her lips, her tongue.
“In my dreams, Daddy, your cock is always the biggest, and tastes the best,” she continued. “I don’t have much to compare to, but it sure does taste great so far, and should be more than filling enough.”
Every nerve ending in my body was humming with more electricity than the storm outside supplied. A fresh lightning bolt lit the distant sky, as if offering me a recharge. I tried not to think about her final words, the suggestion that I might fill my baby, in case it was a tease, but could not help wondering whether she wanted her mouth filled, or her cunt, or both.
She began to move her hips harder on faster against my leg. “Hold me tight, Daddy, I’m scared.”
I complied, wrapping arms around her back, feeling her tits tight against my chest. She brushed her cheek against mine, and then her tongue teased my mouth open, initiating a deep kiss.
My cock throbbed, trapped between our bodies. It yearned to be buried deep inside that womb, inch by inch. I no longer doubted that we should fuck, but still was unsure whether to just lift her onto my hardness right in the chair, or to snuggle in bed and fuck her rear entry, that delicious ass pressing into my groin, my arms holding her tight, fingers teasing her tits, tugging her nipples.
I was hard, she was wet.
“I want you inside me,” she breathed, removing any doubt, knowing that as the adult, I needed her consent before I violated this most sacred bond. Now, I knew, we would form a new union.
She shifted her hips slightly, moving with intent, then she lifted her body, still pressing her nipples against me. She felt so soft and warm. The tip of my cock was tracing along her taint. Electricity flowed between us as much as it was lighting up the sky. I kissed along the side of her neck, not trusting myself to talk, as the room lit again from a lightning bolt.
She jolted slightly, grabbing two fistfuls of my hair, and gasped, covering her fright by sticking her tongue down my throat. Settling back down after being startled, her ass slid back along my thighs and finally, my cock slid effortlessly up inside her cunt entering her completely in one continuous motion. Our bodies were fused together from chest to groin by the heat the passion and the sweat. Her breathing was hard and fast, driving her nipples against my flesh.
We held each other tightly, my motionless cock en-gloved in her hungry pulsating cunt, kissing each other passionately for what might have been a few seconds, but seemed like an eternity.
“I’ve never wanted a cock more than I want yours right now,” she sighed as she came up for air. She began to fuck me hard, bouncing her hips on my lap, fast and hard. I grabbed firmly onto her ass with both hands and began to give me the pounding of a lifetime, ramming every inch of my cock hard up into her as she thrust back meeting each stroke.
“I can feel every inch of your cock deep inside me,” she cried out, breaking the kiss and throwing her head back, pressing her pelvis even harder against me from a fresh angle. Her cunt squeezed tightly around my shaft with each downward thrust, and at the end of each contraction as her muscles relaxed just ever so slightly, I began pushing up to meet her thrusts more rapidly. I could feel the pleasure coursing through her wherever our skin touched, as if the electricity from the storm was flowing through us. I wanted this to last as long as possible, to give my baby as much pleasure as possible.
A few minutes later, she cried out in orgasm, her climax making her whole body quiver. She pulled my mouth to hers and first stuck her tongue deep inside, and then bit down hard on my lip. I held her tight, feeling the tremors slowly subsiding, her quim still clenching my cock.
“You…you haven’t cum yet, Daddy,” she whispered as she settled her head back on my shoulder.
I ran my fingers through her hair, and caressed her back, calming her.
“This isn’t about me, baby girl, it is all about you, about making you feel safe, about making you know how much I love you, about your pleasure…”
She rewarded me with another chuckle from deep in her belly.
“But sharing that pleasure would just give me more pleasure Daddy,” she explained, her voice suddenly reminding me of the little girl she had been just a few years ago, and once again I worried about having taking advantage of her vulnerability. My cock started to wilt.
“Oh, no, Daddy, that will never do,” she spoke emphatically, and then paused, chewing her lip in a characteristic manner that reminded me of when she was about three, learning to tie shoelaces, or a bit later riding her first bike, and more recently, driving a car.
“I know,” she sat bolt upright, my semi-turgid member still trapped in her womb. “What would really add to my pleasure right now is finding out how I taste on my Daddy’s cock.”
She must have seen the shock in my eyes.
“Oh, poor Daddy- not wanting to know that your baby girl loves the feel of a nice fat cock like Daddy’s getting good and hard in her mouth. Well, I do, and I’m not ashamed of it. But since I make the guys I fuck where condoms, I’ve never tasted myself on their meat. I think tasting that would be really neat.”
Before I had a second to react, my baby bolted up off my lap, my cock making a soft “plop” as it fell free of her labia. She sank right to her knees in front of me. A fresh boom of thunder shock the glass as I automatically spread my knees wide.
I felt her breath warming my flesh as she took my cock in her fist and slowly pumped it back to fullness. Even though we had fucked, and that had to be the worst incest taboo, I still wanted to scream out to her to stop, as if her worshiping my cock orally would violate pour sacred trust even more deeply. Despite this thought in my brain, I remained powerless, unable to deny her. Whether it was my heart or my cock, some other organ was in charge and my brain had to accept that reality, because my mouth could not form the words to tell her to stop.
She took her time, planting tiny fluttering butterfly kisses inside my thighs, and even on my soft fuzzy middle aged belly, her hair gently brushing the tops of my thighs as she explored. I leaned back in my chair, eyes closed, and when something warm and wet was surrounding my cock, it took me an instant to register that it was my daughter sucking my cock, the cock that had birthed her, but also the cock she had just had in her twat.
As if reading my mind, she popped her head up long enough to comment, “Mmmmmm, Daddy, I’ve tasted myself off my toys and my fingers before, but off your sweaty flesh, I like my flavour best, I think.”
I thought, ‘Good, you’ve tasted yourself off of me, now just stop, please’, but I was still silent. In the darkness between the lightning storms, I could just make out her head slowly bobbing up and down belly the swell of my gut.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to blow my load,” I finally found words to speak.
Her reply was muffled, due to her mouth being filled with cock. She must have realized this, as she quickly switched to licking up and down my shaft, fondling my scrotum, long enough to say “but Daddy, you deserve some satisfaction, for giving me such fabulous protection from that storm.”
This was followed by another of her girly giggles. Continuing to knead my balls, she ran her tongue once up the underside of my shaft, rimming my helmet and then took me back into her mouth, sinking her throat deep to bury her nose in my grey pubes. She started bobbing up and down, each pass a different depth, as if toying with me.
The pleasure we were sharing made my whole body hum in response, but soon I was forced to focus on my groin, because my balls were contracted tightly, and I knew I would come soon. My baby had not said anything about swallowing. I tried to tap her head, in a signal I vaguely recalled from long past single sex. She not only ignored me, she slid a digit along my taint. My hips lifted in automatic reaction, and my daughter’s finger slid smoothly past my rosebud and stimulated my prostate, causing me to spurt great gobs of goo into her warm, wet mouth. I felt her throat convulse as she swallowed until my climax subsided.
“Daddy, you taste even better than I expected,” she said excitedly as she lifted upwards, her eyes dancing, her tongue flicking across her lower lip to capture a stray string of my seed. I watched her throat muscles as that spunk slid to her belly.
In the next moment, my baby slowly lowered her mouth to my belly and began licking her way up my body until she kissed my neck and snuggled with her head on my shoulder and her ass on my hip. Her fist settled loosely around my deflated member.
“Ummm… thank you? Is that the right thing to say?”
She just giggled in response.
“I feel like I ought to return the favour,” I spoke, not realizing I was thinking that until I heard it out loud.
“Shhhh…not yet… the storm seems to have subsided but if I recall the forecast, we might get more in the morning. How about you carry me to your bed and hold me tight in case. Then maybe when we wake up, you can come inside me for the first time, and eat a nice fresh cream pie?”
She giggled as I stood with my baby in my arms and carried her towards my bedroom. I wondered how she knew about my love of cream pies.
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