No one in this story is under 18!
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My pussy freshly shaven, I didn't put on any panties. I did put on a white wife beater. This had become my favorite shirt because my huge tits stretched the fabric extremely taut, making it virtually invisible, yet the shirt hugged my small waist.
I looked like a slut in it, and that is exactly the way I wanted it.
I put my hair up in a pony tail and pulled it tight, securing it with a scrunchy. I added a black band around my neck. It had a small heart in front.
I gave my tits one last squeeze, then another, and then a tweak of my nipples.
I couldn't wait for Daddy to get home, but I would have to stay in my room until he was home. My Mommy would make me put clothes on or we would have a bad argument. Could I shock her anymore? I hoped so.
I puttered around my room, listening to music, and let my mind wander to the only place it ever wandered lately. I thought of fucking Daddy in the shower, fucking both my brothers in their bedroom last night and the large group of cocks that I let use me and humiliate me earlier.
I went by the mirror and gave my tits a little squeeze, positioning them a little better in my shirt. Yes, my nipples were visible through the thin fabric. Good.
Then, I went about doing the things that everyone does, except I was doing them almost naked. I made my bed. I cleaned my room. I got out my computer and went online. I checked my email. I looked on an online store for dildoes and sex toys. I ended up where I always ended up, however. I was looking at porn.
I looked at incest porn. I looked at gangbang porn. I looked at public sex porn. I loved it all, and the dirtier and more taboo or slutty it was the more I liked it.
Then, I heard a truck pull in the driveway. I ran to the window and looked out to see my Daddy's red Ford pickup. I waited for the front door to open and then I bolted down the stairs. I bounced across the dining room to my Daddy's arms.
I grabbed him before he could put his lunch box down and put my arms around his neck and kissed him. He kissed me back and his tongue found my lips before Mommy came out of the kitchen.
"STOP" she yelled at the top of her lungs. I had never heard her raise her voice to Daddy. He didn't like it.
He dropped his lunchbox where he stood and strode purposefully to my Mother. His hand flew as he backhanded her hard on her cheek.