Filthy Shorts 01

Filthy Shorts is a series of vignettes. There may be loose ties but there isn't any particular order.

ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18!!!

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, ANY SIMILARITIES TO PERSONS OR PLACES IS COMPLETELY COINCIDENTAL!!!

This story contains incest. If this isn't your cup of tea please move on.

I write primarily for myself. I'm not very good but I hope you enjoy.

All rights reserved.

Lots of Love, Casino

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Filthy Shorts - 01:

Walking up the front walk after school, I knew I would have to change my demeanor. I had a really great day at school but I needed to act crabby and pretend like I had a bad day. When I have a bad day my Daddy treats me like a princess and makes me feel good.

It all started a month after my 18th birthday. A skinny girl, named Angela, called me a fat slut and humiliated me in front of the entire lunch room. I ran out in tears, my friends trying to console me but I was devastated.

At least I got to take out my rage on Angela at tennis practice. We were practicing against each other and every time she charged the net, I went for a straight up body shot. I pelted her twice into her chest, three times in the stomach and once in the ass as she tried to turn away. The last body shot I aimed for her head and hit an overhead smash into her nose. There was a crunch and blood squirted out all over her tennis whites. I was satisfied with my revenge. I'm sure she was bruised as fuck as well when practice was over. She never said another bad word about me and neither did anyone else.

Anyway, I was still in a foul mood when I got home that day. My Daddy was sitting on the couch reading a book. He works a really early construction shift so he was always home by the time I was finished with my tennis practice.

I slammed the door and he jumped. "What's wrong, princess?" He said looking up from his book, clearly concerned.

My lip quivered and I started crying. I dropped my school bag and tennis racquet and ran to him. I plopped down on his lap and cried into the crook of his neck. He wrapped his arms around me, one rubbing my back the other gently resting on my knee. He whispered gently, "Ssshhhhh, Baby, Daddy's got you. Tell me what happened."

I told him about what Angela had said and my revenge. Then I asked him quietly, "Am I a fat girl, Daddy?"

"Absolutely not. You've got the body of a gorgeous woman. My guess is Angela is jealous because of the attention you get from boys."

"You're just saying that because you're my Daddy." I pouted and sniffed, my tears subsided a bit. At least I was no longer hysterical.

"No Penelope, you have the same gorgeous curves that your mother has and you're skinnier than her. Tell me, do you think Mommy is fat?"

"No." I hated it when he used cold hard logic. Granted, Mom had a little more meat on her bones but she wasn't fat.

"Then why would you think you are fat?"

I sighed but didn't answer. He squeezed my knee and patted me on the butt, a normal signal for me to stand up. I ignored it, I was comfy and safe in my Daddy's arms.

He did it again, with soft words, gently asking me to hop off his lap, but something feral sprouted in me. Sure I had thought about it since I turned 18 but now my body carved him. I started kissing his neck and spreading my legs. I moved his hand to the inside of my thigh about an inch away from my pussy.

"Uuuuhhhh, sweetheart... that's not..." He tried to protest.

I interrupted him, "Make me feel good, Daddy. Make me feel sexy and desirable."

"That's not what daddys are supposed to do, honey. I'm supposed to..."

I interrupted him again, pulling at his hand and pressing it against my pussy, grinding on the back of his hand. "I need it, Daddy. I need you to make me feel like a woman." I kissed him passionately on the lips and he tentatively ran his fingers over my quim, still covered by my tennis bloomers. Mom had a nine to five and usually worked late so I knew we had a few hours before she would get home. Even though she probably wouldn't mind, but we'll cover that later.

He ran his thumb over my clit and I shivered and moaned. "Are you sure you want this, Penelope? We won't be able to go back once we cross this line."

I nodded and but my lip, "Yes, Daddy, finger fuck your little girl. Make me feel good, please." I pulled the crotch of my bloomers aside feeling heat and my scent escape.

Daddy closed his eyes sniffing my scent wafting up to his nose. I felt his rough middle finger tease my soaking wet hole. He gently pushed it all the way in, his rough finger no match for my gloriously slippery juices. I held his wrist with both hands, rotating my hips grinding on his thick finger. His middle finger filled me nicely but I wanted more. "Put another finger in, Daddy." I whispered, nibbling his earlobe.

He pulled his middle finger out adding his ring finger, slowly sliding all the way in. I shuddered and gripped his wrist again, "So... big..." I hissed.

"Are you ok, baby?" He whispered, slipping his tongue into my ear.

"Yes." I said breathlessly, "Let me get used to your fingers. They're so much thicker than mine." I blushed having realized I just admitted to masturbating.

"It's okay, baby girl, you just let me know when you're ready." He fondled my ass making me even hornier.

I rotated my hips again grinding on his fingers. I quivered feeling my body tingling, already close to an orgasm. I took a deep breath and looked into his eyes, "I'm ready, Daddy."

I felt his dick harden against my hip as he slowly fucked me with his long thick fingers. The friction was absolutely incredible. I moaned and quivered, completely consumed with pleasure.

"Good girl, does my dirty little daughter feel good? I can't believe she asked me to finger her." He curled his fingers up inside me rubbing my G-spot.

"Oh daddy! That feels so good." I was so close, I started rolling my hips in time with his thrusting hand.

He could sense I was close, "That's it Penelope, cum for Daddy. Cum on my thick fingers, I'll always love Daddy's girl."

"Daddy..." I whispered, unable to get anything else out. I was caught in a silent scream as I came. My juices flowing out of my pussy, staining my Daddy's blue jeans. I was panting like an animal, limp in his arms.

He held me tight as I quivered, feeling him pull his fingers from my slutty hole. I suddenly felt empty and whined like an insolent child. "Please put them back in, Daddy. I want more."

"There will be time for more another day. Right now be a good girl and open your mouth. My baby girl needs to clean my fingers."

I did as I was told and sucked his fingers clean enjoying my taste and scent.

When I was finished, Daddy gave me a naughty slap on the butt and told me to go shower. I did as I was told, hopping into the shower. Touching my swollen pussy in the shower was electric as I cleaned myself. After I dried off I put on some short shorts and a tank top, I skipped the bra and panties. I knew mommy would scold me later in private for teasing Daddy but I liked getting scolded for being naughty.

I made my way down to the kitchen. Daddy had changed into a navy blue Adidas originals tracksuit with white stripes and logo. I called it his Russian mafia outfit. In the evening he always took out his contacts and wore these thick framed square glasses which complemented the look.

He had his back to me reading through a recipe in our family cookbook. I snuck up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. "Thank you again for making me feel so good. My pussy is still humming, Daddy."

He hesitated, "You're welcome, Baby, but I don't think we should do that again. It was a line we shouldn't have crossed. I broke in a moment of weakness, I'm sorry for letting you down."

"I'm not sorry, Daddy. Please don't on't feel guilty. I kinda pressured you into it." I squeezed his cock through his pants. It was impressive and throbbing. "I can make you feel good too, Daddy."

"That's not your job sweetheart. Mom is going to be home soon, I'm going to try to talk her into a tumble in the hay and release some tension."

"I bet I could suck you off real quick." I squeezed his cock again and felt it twitch and throb. "I can even take my shirt off, give you a little added eye candy. What do you think? I can get down on my knees, pull out your cock, suck Daddy like a good girl."

"That's quite enough, Penelope." He said wriggling away. "Come on, let's start the lasagna."

'WOW, my Daddy is quite disciplined.' I thought to myself, impressed. I think any other man would've ripped my top off, pushed me to my knees and fucked my face. That just made me want to do it more. I put that thought aside for now.

Daddy and I put together a lasagna for dinner. It was one of Mom's favorites and was comforting at the end of a long day. I whipped up a Caesar salad to go along with it. The whole time I pressed my body into his, teasing him. I repeatedly grabbed his cock, keeping him hard, much to his chagrin.

We slid the lasagna into the oven and I grabbed his dick again. He gently swatted my hand away. "Penelope, you need to stop. Your mother will be home any second."

"Don't you want to have a raging hard on when Mommy gets here?" I teased.

"No, I don't and you know why. Your mother cannot find out what we did."

"Ok, Daddy, I'll be good." I gave him an impish smile and a wink.

Daddy sighed and shook his head sitting on the couch. I sat next to him and we watched the news. I kept checking out his bulge and it seemed to have subsided a little. Then we heard Mom's car in the driveway.

She opened the door and Daddy stood up walking to her, "Hey babe, how was your day?"

"Long and I'm beat." She kissed him lightly, "Something smells good."

"Daddy and I made lasagna." I beamed.

Without a word, Daddy scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder.

"What's gotten into you?" She said, mildly alarmed then amused as he turned towards the stairs.

"Penelope, don't let the lasagna burn." He said over her shoulder.

She took a good look at me and gave me a scolding glance, "Penelope! Have you been teasing your father again?"

"Who, me?" I said with feigned shock.

Daddy marched them up to their bedroom and I heard Mommy giggling as he shut the door. Over the next twenty minutes I heard Mommy moaning and she cried out 3 times. I was jealous that he only made me cum once but I felt good knowing Mommy had some well deserved orgasms.

I put the oven on warm and set the table. Eventually, they came downstairs in their robes, a little disheveled but clearly glowing. He smiled and swatted Mom's butt. "Dirty girl."

She giggled, "You know what happens to me when you go into caveman mode."

"Well it's nice to see you two fuck bunnies are finally ready for dinner. I'm starving.

"Language, Penelope." My mom admonished me.

They say down at the dinner table and I pulled the lasagna out of the oven. I placed it on the table and sat down. We prayed, then plated our food. We chatted about our day as we ate. Then Mom dropped a bombshell.

"So, Penelope, did you get your father to finger you after tennis practice?" She gave me sly grin.

Daddy dropped his fork and went white as a ghost. He looked back and forth between us, stunned. Mommy patted his hand and he almost jumped.

"He did, Mommy. It was the best orgasm I've ever had."

She winked at Daddy, "Well done, Steven. Did you offer him a blowjob, Sweetheart?"

"I did but he refused, Mommy."

"No wonder he carried me off to bed the second I got home." She winked at me and turned back towards her husband who was still clearly stunned. "No wonder you came so much. It felt like you filled me up with a quart of semen."

He finally spoke. "What the hell is going on, Maddie?" He asked in a smooth way not betraying an ounce of emotion.

"I'm impressed that you were able to resist our sexy little daughter's offer of a BJ."

He couldn't find any more words and just sat there mute.

"Oh, Steven," she said, giggling, "Do you really think our obedient little Penelope would betray me? She sought approval on her 18th birthday. She was so sweet and bashful when she asked permission. I'm impressed she finally got the nerve to go for it."

"I don't know what to say." Was all he could muster.

"How about this," she gave him a wicked grin, "After dinner you and I can sit on the couch while our sweet little girl gets naked, kneels in front of you and sucks your cock."

Daddy's eyes went wild "I... I..."

She reached under the table and he jumped. "Your cock is telling me that's a yes."

"YAY! DESSERT!" I cheered, biting my lip and giving Daddy a stare filled with naughty delight.

"Our daughter sure is excited, Steven. Aren't you?"

"Saying no would be a lie." He said with a slight smile, winking at me.

And that's been the status quo for the last 3 months. I get home from school and we roleplay my having a bad day. Daddy fingers me and makes me cum as many times as I like. Then he and I cook dinner and after we eat as a family, I suck my Daddy's cock in front of Mommy. She gets really hot and bothered when he jizzes in my mouth. Quite a few times she's mounted him in front of me and I get to watch. It makes me so hot watching her bouncing on his cock, most of the time I make Daddy finger me again.

Things would get a little crazy on the weekends. Mommy likes to watch Daddy finger me while she fingers herself. Quite a few times she's gotten so revved up she's squirted all over me and Daddy. After, we share his cock, sucking back and forth until one of us wins his creamy reward.

I like our current arrangement but I'm trying to get up the nerve to ask Mommy if I can fuck him. I've been on the pill for a month now. I hope she doesn't say no.