My daughter Jennifer has always been hot. Cute in her younger days when her mother and I first married. Then hot through community college. She got a good job, bought a nice car, then married this absolute loser. She had an apartment near where she worked for some attorneys.
Then this fucking David moved in. She never saw what a conniver he was until time rolled around to divorce his ass. The main thing being they had three kids and he was fucking some eighteen year old at work.
"But, Honey. She was throwing herself at me. What was I supposed to do?"
On to the next guy. This guy 10 years older than herself. Closer to my age. Her Mom is five years older than me and has had two more marriages, so the gap narrows to twelve years between Jennifer and myself.
Jennifer has always bounced around with her weight. I mean perfect, then plus ten pounds, plus twenty pounds some times. Yet this story happens right at the perfect time.
I always told myself that I wished that Jennifer was as easy to fuck as her mother. My wife isn't opposed to slipping off for some extra dick. I'd put my balls on the line to fuck the daughter.
So, she's late thirties. I'm pushing fifty. Her kids are gone. Things could be better at home for her. My wife is fucking some other guy again. The daughter knows it.
My wife works at a grocery on the weekends. Mother and daughter were visiting in the kitchen. Mom leaves for work. Jennifer comes in the living room where I'm watching a jaguar kill an animal on television.
"How's it going?"
"Oh, not bad." I answered. "You know me. Staying out of the line of fire."
"I know what you mean. She was complaining again about you not wearing underwear."
"That's grounds for divorce you know, or a sign I am cheating ever though it's been twenty years."
"Don't get a divorce. Your the best step-father I've ever had."
We laughed. She sat on the arm of the chair.
"I think it's her justification for doing what she does. Finding fault."
"Yeah, we've been through it several times."
"Has it ever just flopped out on you.?
"What?" It took me a second to get that she was talking about my penis.
"Uh... no. I don't think so."
"I've caught a glimpse of it a few times. Never a good look at it."
"Oh, sorry."
"No, listen to me. I said that I never got a good look at it."
Showing a lack of patience she grabbed for my crotch. I deflected her hand and pulled my dick out for myself. It started to grow as she got a good look.
"I always thought Mom married you for your dick. Maybe I wasn't wrong. Nice one, Dad!"
With just those few short words I was as hard as I had ever been.
"I never knew why Mom wants to fuck around with this at home. I guess it's the conquest, and, you know, running up the score."
I had to laugh. "What do you think the score might be?" I asked.
"I don't know. Twenty, thirty?"
"We've been together since you were eight. Almost thirty years."
"Oh, fuck! I guess we are into the hundreds." She spoke in amazement.
"Could be. She can't seem to be around a man very long and not want to fuck him." I offered.
"How about you, Dad?"
"Oh, no. Since your mother? None. I get plenty right here at home."
"We need to fix that. I don't suck cock and I'm not going to fuck you in that chair."
She stood up and took off her top. I had been watching a little wobble earlier. She wasn't wearing a bra. My Jennifer has the best set of tits ever. Then off came her jeans. No panties, light pussy hair that didn't seem to have been trimmed.
"See, I don't wear underwear either." My daughter giggled.
Gym shorts and t-shirt. Off! I was naked. Seeing Jennifer naked might not have made my cock a lot bigger, but it was sure as hell harder. My testicles had never seemed happier and were building up a load to plant inside her.
In the bedroom Jennifer was looking at the bed her mother and I shared.
"We're going to get caught. She's going to know we fucked in there." I worried.
She went to the spare room. I thought we were going to fuck in there. A little bit of cum had already made it sticky at my cock slit. I was ready to go. Jennifer came back with a blanket, pulled the spread, blanket, and top sheet to the far side and folded the cover double over the near side.
"Are we doing this, or what?" he chided teasingly.
I smiled and nodded thanking the stars for my good fortune. Jennifer slipped gently onto the bed and opened her thighs, exposing her pink slit to me. She grabbed my cock to guide the head into her outer lips. It was certainly tight compared to her mother's always welcoming twat.
As she guided and adjusted me into her she giggled.
"I hope my pussy recovers from the damage. If not Phil isn't going to be happy."
"Phil's smaller?" I had to hear it for myself.
"About by half. David wasn't any better. Actually, I don't care if it stays just the size you leave it."
"Let's try it and see." I offered.
Not that it wasn't going to fit. At about seven and a half inches there aren't a lot of women that would have a problem with it.
"I like where your cock is going. It feels o good inside me."
I didn't know why she was fucking me, but I sure as hell not going to ask her as I reached the point to which Phil had been many times before.
"New territory?" I teased.
"For quite a while it has been. I got some variety dating between my divorce and marrying Phil. One guy had nine inches, but we never got it all in. Not that I didn't try. I actually thought he had me pregnant for a while."
She gave a little lunge and I met her force. An inch more went.