The bathtub was filled with bubbles, the way Kimmy liked it. She lathered her skin with soap and smiled, content with a productive day. She and her father had made it inside the house minutes before her mom showed up. She could just barely hear the soft murmurs of their voices from downstairs. She knew her mother would be starting supper and her father would be talking to Anne about his day ... well, about some of it anyhow, she grinned. Looking over at the pile of cum covered clothing in the corner, her father's collar was laying on top. He probably didn't realize he wasn't wearing it. Her mother would notice its absence though.
Humming softly, she ran the cloth down her stomach and past her belly button to her mound. Lightly placing her bare hand against the soft, wet flesh she decided she should shave it soon. Continuing to rub it, she barely heard the light tapping at the door.
"Can I come in Baby?" Rev. Cummings whispered.
Grinning, Kimmy answered softly, "Yes daddy, please."
Cautiously opening the door, Rev. Cummings peeked his head in and seeing his beautiful daughter's glistening nakedness, quickly entered and closed the door. Her hand was buried in her pussy and instead of removing it she continued pleasuring herself. Her head was slightly tilted, eyes just barely opened, observing her father's reaction. She lifted her pussy to him, once, twice.
He groaned, dropping to his knees on the tiled floor. "Oh my God, you are so beautiful," he whispered gruffly. Gazing intently at her pussy, he reached out, running his hand up her smooth thigh and touching his finger to her hand, the one half concealed in her cunt. She removed her hand, allowing her father to see her hidden treasure. Oh yes, she thought to herself, he's mine now.
"Where's mommy?" she teased.
Barely able to lift his eyes, he looked at her like he was in a stupor. "Ah ... she's ... She had to go to the store for something," he mumbled, covering her slit with his hand.
"Daddy," she whispered, "Will you shave my pussy for me?" she asked sweetly, thrusting her cunt against his hand. She gestured towards the cabinet where the shaving cream and her razor could be found. Rising, he quickly got the razor and cream and kneeled back down beside the bathtub.
Looking hesitant, "I've never done this before Kimmy," he explained.
Smiling, Kimmy raised her knees, grasping them underneath, she held them up and opened. Her upper body lowered in the water, her tits bobbing in the water. Her feet touched the rim of the tub and she gently lowered her feet and knees over the sides, spread wide for her father.
Scooting closer to the lower half of her body, her legs soaked his clothing. His cock was erect, hard for her. He took the can of shaving cream and shaking it, released the cream all over her pussy. He used his hands to smooth it over her pink flesh. Kimmy's breathing increased as she watched her father.
He slowly ran the blade down one side of her mound, the foam disappearing into the bath water. Then ran it up over the same spot, smooth and wet. He did the same to the other side, careful to avoid cutting her tiny clit. He shaved the tiny hairs that sprouted just above the hood of her sex and again washed the razor in the tub. By the time he had finished, she was panting from the exertion of holding her body upright, the pain of spreading her body so wide and from having her father touch her so intimately.
After washing the area with the soapy water, he suddenly plunged the tip of the handle of the razor into her cunt. With a hiss, she hunched her hips forward, swallowing the razor's handle further. He rotated the handle, twisting it and sliding it in and out. She rocked her hips, moaning, eyes closed. Tom watched entranced by his daughter, her sexuality so much a part of her beauty. Grabbing the shampoo bottle, he replaced the razor's handle with the bottle's neck.
"Oh yes Daddy! Fuck me with the bottle ... make me cum ... so good. Do you like me like this Daddy? Do you like fucking me like this?" she panted, gripping the bottle with her pussy, riding it. A wide smile plastered across her face, her hands fondling her tits as they bounced toward her chin.
Tom knew he had to release his cock before he soiled himself. His wife would ask questions. Jerking at his buckle and pants with one hand, he finally freed his dick. Laughing at her father's frantic movements she grunted and directed her energy into cumming before her father spattered his seed all over the bathroom floor.
"Oh Daddy ... so nice ... we should do bath time more often Daddy ... I love this!" she squealed, twitching and twisting her hips. Her father pumped his cock in one hand and watched her cum all over the bottle, holding on to his wrist to apply pressure where she needed it.
"Oh yes! Fuck me .. Fuck me ... fuck yes," she whimpered and pleaded, creaming on the bottle head.
Gasping for breath and watching her gyrate, water splashed onto the floor and then he felt his balls squirt, shooting up and spraying onto her wet stomach. He watched as she smirked and began rubbing his semen down her belly to her cunt, mixing it with her cunt juices.
They both jumped when they heard the door downstairs slam. "I'm home!" her mother yelled.
"Fuck!" he father growled, leaping off the floor, pulling at his pants. He quickly left the bathroom, almost slipping on the soaked tiles of the floor.
Kimmy giggled, rising from the bathtub and squeezing the water from her hair. She walked to the vanity and began brushing her hair. Opening the medicine chest, she reached for the toothpaste. Seeing her mother's electric toothbrush, she smiled and flipped on. Smirking naughtily, rubbed the brush against her still wet clit, running it over the lips, coating it with her oily liquid. Satisfied, she put the toothbrush back and proceeded to brush her teeth with her own toothbrush.
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The table was modestly set and after prayers were spoken they began to eat. Kimmy lightly swung her foot against her father. She slipped one foot up the bottom of his pant leg and gently caressed his ankle.
"What time is your class tonight sweetie?" Anne Cummings asked, reaching for the salt.
"It's at 7pm. Why do you ask Mom?" she observed her father, swallowing his meat with difficulty as she ran one hand up his thigh.
"Oh, I have to oversee the prize bingo for Mary Seward and thought you might like a drive, but I have to leave at 6:30 on the dot. Would that be too early for you?" she invited, passing the peas to Tom.
"Nope, sounds good," Kimmy answered squeezing his cock.
"Oh ... oh .. I .. Ah, thought that I would drive her to class tonight. I have to stop at the library anyhow," Tom explained, closing his legs, trapping her hand.
