Five hours later, we come stumbling through the front door, the house dark and silent. I had plied Janice with enough alcohol so that when her head touched the pillow she would be oblivious to the world...and me fucking the ever living hell out of our 18 year old daughter, Whitley. The earlier interlude in the laundry room just an appetizer. Deviously underhanded, maybe, but the appetite I had for my daughter was insatiable.
After getting Janice situated in our bedroom, passed out just how I had planned, I slip off my loafers and socks before quietly making my way out of the room, closing the door silently behind me. I move to Whitleys room further down the hall and across from the home office. Opening her door, I see her passed out on her back on top of the covers, her laptop open to a free porn site. I cross Whitleys room until I'm standing next to her bed, taking in the scene of an older man going down on a much younger woman.
I gently caress her slightly rounded stomach, my eyes following the path of my hand. Taking in her smooth skin exposed behind her now tiny white tank top, realizing she must have changed after our escapade earlier, her panties now a sunny yellow. My caresses get firmer as they drift down to her thick thighs, her tight pussy hidden between. Whitley shifts her legs and lets out a tiny whimper. Coasting my hand back up, a groan escapes my throat as I squeeze her plump tit in my hand, her already hard nipple poking my palm.
Whitley comes awake with a startled gasp but once sees that it's me quickly calms down. "Oh god, Daddy you scared the hell out of me!"
"Sorry, baby girl, didn't mean to frighten you." My hand continues to squeeze and mold her tit as my other slowly unbuttons my dress shirt.
"What are you doing? Where is mom?" She asks, shifting restlessly under my hand, her legs rubbing together. No doubt trying to ease the ache I am causing between her legs.
"Mom is passed out in our bed, baby girl." I pinch her nipple hard with a little twist, a small smirk blooming on my lips.
"Oh fuck Daddy!" Whitley moans from the sting. "Should you be doing this with her right down the hall?"
"Don't worry about your mom, baby girl, it's time to make Daddy happy again." Whitley watches breathlessly as I disrobe before her. I pull my shirt out of my pants, tossing it to the floor and then reach down to my slacks. I unzip, bringing instant relief to my hard, throbbing cock and shove them down before stepping out of them.
My eager, fat 8 inch cock springs out, pointing directly at my baby girl. Grabbing my length firmly with my right hand, I kneel on the bed beside her pretty face. Pointing my cock at her mouth, I slowly stroke it up and down, over the flared, shiny head.
"Open your pretty little mouth for me, baby girl." I say, scooting closer to her mouth, my hand grasps the headboard as I run the bulbous head over her plump lips. "Daddy wants in."
Whitley opens her mouth, beginning to protest, "But Daddy, I want yo--!" She is cut off as I shove my length in to her mouth. I clench her hair tightly, directing her hot mouth over my swollen length.
"Oh, yea, that's it. Take Daddy's cock." I moan as I feel her begin to suck, her head turned to the side and moving back and forth over my length.
"Mmmm..." She moans around my cock, her small hand reaching down to fondle my nutsack as she takes me deeper.
"Mhmm, baby girl, you are such a good little cocksucker. Making Daddy so fucking happy." I shove my cock further in to her mouth, right down her throat. She starts to make gagging sounds, causing my dick to twitch.
"Take all of Daddys dick down your little throat." I sigh, feeling her relax, I push my cock all the way until my nuts rest on her cheek. Leisurely thrusting in, holding for a second to feel her choke on my dick, then slowly sliding out until just the domed head remains in her warm suctioning mouth. Skimming my hand back down to her tits, I tweak her nipples. Making her whimper around my cock with each pinch to the tightly furled buds.
