A Reluctant Daughter 2 - Sex Stories

A Reluctant Daughter 2

... “Let’s fuck in my room. Daddy wants to cum while looking at your mother.” The frankness of his words instantly jolted me out of my sex filled daze. I pushed back a little, surprised beyond belief. “Dad, she’ll wake up. Are you crazy? No way.” “There’s no other way baby. I need release. Seeing your mom will push me over the edge. Seeing her while I pound your pussy will make me cum. You want me to cum don’t you?” The entire time he spoke he continued to pillage my cunt, his cock as stiff as a board. I knew he needed it. My dad was a lightweight when it came to viagra. He usually only took it for the long weekends we had to ourselves. If he took too much or fucked too much the medicine worked against him. Eventually his erection would stop him from having any orgasm. His face told me what I already knew. He wanted to cum so badly he would risk his marriage and freedom over it. I nodded my consent and let him carry me up the stairs, his arm muscles tense with the extra weight. He brought me into the room, opening the door quietly and slipping us inside. As he turned around to close the door I saw my mom’s form lying on the bed. Her legs were stretched over the blankets, her pale naked skin shimmering in the moonlight. “Did you fuck her tonight” I hissed. It was obvious he had. Her hair was messy, a smile on her face that I knew only came from a good fucking. I had been such a fool. I had actually believed that he would have the courtesy to not push my mother’s cunt juices into ...

... me with his cock. It was sick. My dad was sick. “I had to Steph. The viagra began working earlier than I thought. She saw my erection and offered to help. She is my wife you know.” His whisperings did nothing to control the situation. Just like he had been jealous about Ricky I found myself jealous now. My Mom had fucked him way too much, granted it had brought me into the world, but other than than she had taken what belonged to me. Her presence had forced him to leave me every night after our love making and go back to her bed. She would pay for it. Her husband was going to fuck right here. He was going to cum in me harder than he ever had in her. The anger I felt over the whole thing was slightly surprising, but with my dad’s cock still in me I could only feel jealously towards the woman on the bed. Hobbling over, he took a seat on a chair on the other side of room, the chair my mother used every morning to put on her makeup. The position allowed him to look at Mom while I faced the vanity mirror behind us. Sitting the way we were gave me the perfect view of my mother, her reflection in the mirror making me angrier by the second. I smiled, for once my dad was choosing me. With us settled he began his assault. Slowly at first he bounced me up and down his pole, for once his eyes not trained on my face but instead trained on my mothers sleeping form. With each bounce he grew harder, his cock lengthening inside me. The taboo nature of our coupling was making me as wet as ever ...