Jake's Magic Remote, Part II - of Pranks and - Sex Stories

Jake's Magic Remote, Part II - of Pranks and

... bathroom where she’d find them. He pulled out his cell phone to order the pizza, but there was no signal. Chuckling at his own silliness, he started time again. The shower was running as he got off the phone. He’d ordered a couple larges for himself and Petra, and a box of the chicken bites that his wife Sarah enjoyed, since she’d likely be home soon enough. He glanced over toward the bathroom door. It’s said that absolute power corrupts absolutely. Jake was fully aware of this as he stood and walked over to the bathroom door. But on the other hand, there really is such a thing as a victimless crime in some cases… he pressed the button on his remote, so familiar already that he didn’t even need to take it out of his pocket. The sounds of the shower halted, as did the TV in the background. He opened the door and stepped in. Jake’s bathroom was pretty nice. It was one of those things that he really insisted on: a large, convenient washroom near the bedrooms with a jacuzzi tub and glass walls instead of shower curtains. The glass was stylishly opaque up to neck lever, but he could see his daughter’s figure silhouetted against it, back arched. According to the laundry, she’d crossed into D-cups, and it showed. Her eyes were closed and her hands were on her head, leaning back to rinse her hair with what looked like steamy-hot water. Jake opened the shower door. His heart skipped a beat as he saw how beautiful Petra had really become. Her skin was milky-pale all over, her breasts ...

... were round and full and topped by pale pink nipples, and her hips had rounded out to match. Between her legs, the water was beading in a triangle-shaped patch of hair as coppery-red as what grew from her head. The water was really intriguing, too. Jake reached his hand into the shower, marveling at how he pushed the mist and droplets aside, creating a dry tunnel in the cascade coming from two of the three shower heads. His hand came away wet. Jake noticed three things: that the water was beautiful, that Petra was even more so, and that his cock was so hard it hurt. He bit his lip indecisively. Looking was one thing, but actually doing anything… He looked again at the gorgeous frozen girl before him. Then he looked in front of her, under the third shower head, at the ledge on the side of the tub where he liked to sit sometimes when his wife was bathing and wanted company. “Well, if it’s just looking…” He started forward, then stopped when he touched the mist filling the stall. “No need to get everything wet,” he said to himself, unbuttoning, unfastening and stripping off his clothes. Jake stepped into the shower stall, sliding past his daughter, pushing his hips back so his nine-inch erection wouldn’t slap her thigh, and sat down, admiring her. He reached down and began stroking his cock slowly, letting his eyes drift up and down her body. He took his time, reaching over and getting some lotion, sliding his hand up and down in a relaxed way as he memorized every inch of his ...