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Just Visiting

... dad. She turned around to let the water splash onto her head and face, reached behind her to grasp her father’s hands and brought them onto her breasts. Breasts that were growing by the second, or so it seemed.

She felt wanted. Needed. Loved. She needed to feel loved in so many ways.

Peter caressed them gently before rolling her nipples in the palm of his hand. An act she relished, since they first fucked when she was seventeen. At thirty-five years old Barbara liked it even more than she had back then.

A kiss landed on the nape of her neck and with only a brief adjustment to the expanding appendage between her legs, she aimed it between her legs before closing them tight. Her father’s cock nestled there for some time, aching to push onwards and feel his daughter’s hot pussy engulf it, warm it, soak it with her juices.

The last time they fucked was over seven months ago. He didn’t count the blowjob that she gave him when they met a month ago at her marital home. That was a quickie that not even her mother knew about, an opportunistic moment when her husband, Bryan, popped out to the shops to get a couple of bottles of wine, taking Lucy with him, or was it Lucy’s plan all along? Anyway, the bump could hardly be seen by then and Barbara was as raunchy as she had always been and just as desperate to get fed her father’s cock.

For some reason‘the hots’ she felt for her father had never waned, and there was no sign of them waning either.

Barbara slipped one of ...

... her legs to the side, allowing her father’s cock to slip along her pussy lips, though the time she could see it blossom in front of her was well and truly gone. All she could see now was the bulge. Her hands felt it though, and her fingers smoothed over its bulbous head before it was gone again.

She looked behind her, a sincere pleading met her father’s eyes and then both of her hands came upon the tiled wall, she bent as far as she could and in no time at all felt his stiff cock enter her warm and welcoming cunt. Her loud moan was music to Peter’s ears. It always had been.

Her explicit use of the English language found her father fucking her cunt faster and faster with his hands on her waist steadying her body, her feet slipping further and further apart as the rutting became more intense. Her breasts dangled heavily, swaying from side to side as the water pounded onto her back. She desperately wanted to pinch her nipples but her stability was more important.

A figure in the doorway smiled. Her mother stood naked watching them fuck. It wasn’t the first time she had done that. The first time was when Barbara came home unannounced one evening and caught her parents fucking on the sofa. She was supposed to have been at a sleepover with some friends but she walked in on them and saw her mother dressed in her school uniform, fucking her father on the sofa.

To say that Barbara was shocked was an understatement. There came no explanation, just stony silence until she ...