Family Secrets 1 - Sex Stories

Family Secrets 1

... 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 ...