Found this half-finished story on my computer decided to complete it. Hope you like it.
All characters are over 18.
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Erin kissed her father goodbye, his lips seeming to linger upon her cheek a tad bit longer than she would consider appropriate, but she shrugged it off. 'He must have missed me,' she thought to herself as she watched him walk towards his car parked on the street. In his early fifties, her father Frank, was still an attractive and distinguished man. She hoped that her own husband looked as good at that age.
Waving as the car pulled away, she closed the door and set about the task of unpacking from a long trip. Janie, her two year old daughter, was fast asleep in her bed already and her husband, James, wearily unloaded the bare necessities for the night. A day of battling the crowds through airports and airplanes had left them both exhausted, though not so much that Erin wouldn't check her email before heading off to sleep.
She sat down at her desk and found that her computer was already on. Her father must have been using it before they'd come home, she guessed. Clicking on to the internet, she checked her email, writing a quick response to a friend. Her last task was to update the finances in her spreadsheet. Navigating to the 'Recent Documents' folder, Erin stared dumbfounded at the list of files before her.
Normally her spreadsheet was at the top, it being the file she accessed most on her computer. It was pushed nearly to the bottom of the list, seven movie files now above it. Her heart sank as she quickly realized what she was looking at. Her father had found the private movies she and James had made in their bedroom. Movies James swore he'd never show anyone. Her husband may not have shown it to her father, but it was plain that he'd seen them. And if she was correct, he watched them a number of times each.
Clicking on the first one, labelled a cryptic '11-20-07.mpg', Erin immediately remembered the night when she saw herself on her marital bed. She was kneeling on the bed naked, waiting for James to come up behind her. Her belly was rounded, being about 5 months pregnant at the time, her breasts hanging heavily underneath her like udders full of milk, capped by large dark circles where her stiffened nipples thrust out proudly.
"Come on daddy!" she heard herself say through the small speakers on the desk. On the screen she was gesturing with her fingers, beckoning her husband to come take her. "Hurry up daddy," she purred. James appeared in the frame, his backside filling the camera's view for a moment before he shuffled to the side. She watched as they kissed noisily, James' tongue delving deeply into her mouth, his cock rising steadily like a flag rising up the pole.
Erin chuckled at the sight, she'd never noticed his reaction to their kiss before. It was heartwarming to know that despite the obscene proportions of her body, her husband still found her desirable. James climbed up onto the bed, though his face was no longer visible due to the angle of the shot. Unseen, he inserted his penis into her body, Erin watching her own face melt with sweet pleasure as he penetrated her.
After a moment, Erin felt her body react to the sight before her. The remembered sensations, the beauty of watching oneself, a disembodied voyeur to a night of love, all made her body tingle nicely. Before too long she was pressing her fingers gently against the vee of her legs, the soft tights she wore providing easy access to the growing warmth in her sex.
"Oh fuck daddy, fuck me. Do you like fucking me daddy? Do you like fucking mommy?" The words had been a specific part of James' fantasy. The act of fucking his pregnant wife was a particular thrill to her husband, the words 'daddy' and 'mommy' eliciting a delightful extra hardness in his cock that was a treat. "Oh yes, daddy, you fuck me so good. Fuck me daddy, fuck me."
Erin's fingers slipped under the waistband of her tights, pushing past the briefs she wore and dipped into the wet folds of her sex, her opening welcoming the invasion. Pulling back she gently rubbed her hooded clit in slow circles as she watched her husband taking her on the computer. Her breasts jiggled in time with his thrusts, swinging back and forth as he pushed and pulled her onto his fleshy bayonet.
It was as if she were right there again, her body was reacting in time to the fucking she had received three years ago. James' grunts could be heard over the slap of their bodies coming together and her face was beginning to show signs of the impending orgasm. At the desk, Erin's hand worked her cunt steadily, the other cupping her breast and tweaking her nipple. She watched intently as their fuck came to an end, James pulling her back onto his cock, shoving himself as far into her as he could manage, his hot seed spurting into her body, triggering her own climax.
Erin threw her head back, rubbing her pussy furiously as she achieved her orgasm, gasping quietly as the torturous pleasure washed over her. For long moments she sat at the desk, her legs spread wide before her as she luxuriated in the afterglow of a nice cum, wondering if she shouldn't wake James up for a quickie.
As she came down from her euphoric reverie, she considered what it meant that her father had found the videos. Had he pleasured himself, just as she had? Had he been sitting in this very chair and stroked his hard cock watching his daughter fuck? Calling out for daddy? Did he cum? Without a doubt, she knew that he had. No way he would have watched all of those videos, and more than once she was certain, without having a nice, big orgasm. 'What had he done with his jizz?' she suddenly wondered.
With a detached sense of curiosity she set about finding the evidence, her mind deliberately ignoring the implications of her father masturbating to images of her. She looked in the wastebasket next to the desk, empty. She headed to the downstairs bathroom, though the trash was empty as well. Shaking her head, she wondered for a moment.
What would it look like to see your father jerk himself off? Would he shoot it all over the place? Erin discarded that idea, knowing that her father would be aware enough that he was in his daughter's home, he would have to take special care not to make a mess. Perhaps tissue would not have been enough. Maybe he would have needed something sturdier, like a paper towel. Suddenly she had an image of her father leaning back in the desk chair, a white sticky jet of cum shooting up into the air, only to splatter on his exposed chest and belly as it came back down. The large amount of seed she envisioned convinced her that he must have needed more than toilet paper to clean up the mess.
Stepping into the kitchen her eyes immediately sought out the paper towel dispenser. The last tear was ragged and the roll appeared loose, as if someone had unrolled too much and then backed it up hastily. With a satisfied smile Erin moved to the trash and lifted the lid. A couple of envelopes filled with junk mail sat on top, which she moved aside quickly and her heart beat jumped into high gear. A crumpled white paper towel sat in the crease where the plastic bag clung together, not fully opened.
Drawing out the fibrous material, she felt strangely elated that it did not unfurl, though no stain was immediately visible. Holding it, she spun it around in her hand, studying it intently. With a nervous look to the doorway, she brought it close to her face and smelled it quickly. The scent of spunk was overwhelming, sending a dizzying wave over her and a new wellspring of wetness in her loins.
