"Suck it....mmmmmm....That's right baby suck it deep.......aaaahhhh, Good girl!... C'mon slut, suck it harder ... .Gonna cum down your throat baby.....C'mon baby you gotta suck my cock better than that..."
The scene unfolding in front of me seemed like a vintage porn movie except for two things. First the girl in the scene, while suitably hot and exposed, was apparently near to passing out. Because of that the blowjob was definitely not going the way her lover wanted it to go. She was on her knees between his thighs but the cock kept plopping out of her mouth and sometimes she just rested her head on his thigh rather than resume her cocksucking. I could see the guy was getting frustrated, holding her head between his hands at some points and just trying to fuck her stationary mouth. But he wasn't really getting that far with it.
".....Damn....Open your mouth again...Can you get it wet? C'mon slut, keep it in your mouth for god's sake."
Oh, and the second difference with most porno films? The girl was my 18 year old daughter Jamie.
I'd watched the 2 kids come in the basement rec room door from behind a decorative screen my wife had purchased for the living room and promptly banished to the lower regions of the house. It suited me fine. I'd been watching porno -- which is why it was on my mind -- with the idea that my wife Karen was gone for the weekend and that Jamie was over her friend Beth's for the night. My original plan was going out with some of the guys from the office -- but when my best friend at work came down with the flu that plan was cancelled. It appeared now that Jamie had not got the memo on that. She obviously thought she had the place to herself till my usual return time after midnight. And it was only about 9 p.m. now.
When I heard them coming down the path to the basement door my first reaction was to stop and try to hide the porno DVD I had in -- something like Daddy's Little Princess part 77. I got as far as stopping it and turning off the TV when I heard the key in the door. Since my cock was still out for stroking (even though the hard on was definitely gone by this point) I decided to forget the DVD which was still in the player and scooted behind the screen just in time.
Jamie came in first with her boyfriend Robbie behind her. The two of them had been dating -- against the objections of my wife and I -- for about 2 months, and it had become painfully obvious to us that the relationship was at the point where sex was either going to or already had reared its ugly head. See even though Jamie was 18, her boyfriend was 22 and almost ready to graduate from college. He was at a very good local college but working a co-op job for the spring term in some high tech firm. And there he'd met Jamie -- the girl Friday they'd hired as a senior in high school to do little odd jobs a couple of days a week. Of course we objected right away to the difference in age and experience, but Jamie claimed there was no romantic attachment at all -- just 2 friends who'd met on the job. After a few weeks of that we knew and she knew we knew that they were dating -- but by then we'd seen enough of the kid to feel more accepting. He seemed in fact like a really nice, bright and sincere kid.
Before she'd left for the weekend my wife Dana had made a point of telling Jamie that there was to be no entertaining of anyone in our home while she was away -- and that I, her loving father, was going to be on the lookout for that. But in fact I wasn't too worried about it. Jamie was a good and sensible kid -- and as I said I thought Robbie was too. Of course I realized that kids their age would want to have sex whenever they could -- hell I'd banged my first girlfriend when she was 13! And Dana confessed to me that she'd begun giving head to her boyfriend when she was a sophomore. So I wasn't dumb, just one part disbelieving my little girl would do that and one part saying what the heck they all do it eventually. But now there was going to be no eventually about it.
As they came in I immediately saw two things. First his hands were on her ass, cupping the cheeks as she came through the door. And second that she must have been drinking far more than she ever had in her life. She was swaying and reeling and he was using her predicament to run his hands protectively all over her body - holding her up by holding her ass and tits. She was giggling but he seemed pretty serious. When she stopped in front of the couch and threw down her purse and jacket, he used the opportunity to hold her tits from behind. She bent to pick up the jacket and this time would have fallen except for his hands. So he let her slide down to the couch in front of him as he said:
"That's it baby -- that's a nice position to start it."
She looked up from the couch, almost too woozy to understand him. But then she giggled again and slurred:
"Help me unzip this."