Hank kept hold of her hips, occasionally slapping her butt upon sliding his cock up inside her wet, warm pussy hole. She's on top, he is on bottom. Looking up at her small little breasts moving up and down with her body. The only way they can move given their small size. Her petite frame, sweet, soft and rosy white skin, and average height. Janey is one heck of a girl, and he knows it. Her grunts and moans filling the bedroom, her brunette hair bouncing lightly around, long enough, but given the weight it doesn't freely flail just bounces when she does. His cock filling her pussy, sliding in and out of her wetness, his body is easily bigger than hers is. Hairy, thick, muscles, given his age they lost their tone, but he still comes off as a walking tree trunk.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me daddy!" Janey kept bouncing up and down on his cock, until those words echoed back to her in the, what now seems like, an empty bedroom. Her hips stopped bucking and she immediately felt the thick cock inside of her that she was just seconds ago riding. It is known that alcoholics have what they call a 'moment of clarity' when they usually find themselves in a horrible spot in life. Instead of alcoholism it is incest. Looking down at her father's face she lost it, "GET OUT! GET OUT OF ME!"
Janey quickly getting up feeling the hard thickness sliding out of her and hearing a wet noise when he was completely out. The feeling of pleasure and ecstasy now replaced with shame and embarrassment. Janey ran out of the room. Hank left on the bed, his bed, where he and his wife sleeps at night. His penis still hard, wet from her juices, and he looking confused. Having no idea what just happened. He just stayed there on the bed now looking up at the ceiling. He knew this day would come some time...
*******
The next day he talked to his daughter about the day before, what had happened, she wasn't wanting to talk about it. She spent an hour in the shower cleaning herself. His wife, her mother, Leslie, came home at her usual time. Dinner was made and they sat at the table in a heavy silence. Leslie asked how the day went and usually followed answers to her question, but not that time, so they just sat there eating.
"Janey?" Hank took a seat in his recliner, Janey on the couch watching TV. "You ok?"
"I guess. I'm sorry about yesterday. I totally freaked out, didn't I?" she looked over at him, the first time she has done so since the day before.
"I-it's ok. Don't worry about it." He tried to comfort her. Wondering what will happen now between them.
"I don't think we should have sex together anymore."
A dynamite went off in his chest. He felt each word hit him one after the other. No more fucking Janey. It was fun while it lasted, he tried to comfort himself silently. "Why?"
"You're my dad. We never should had started it in the first place. I'm sorry, but no more. We aren't doing it anymore."
"A whole year worth and now all of a sudden you are feeling this?" Hank asked, trying to figure it out before he calmed down, letting his emotions ask the questions rather his logic.
"We never should have started. I lost a year of my life because of it, well, social life, but still, it's not healthy and it's not right. I'm in college; I should have a boyfriend by now; I should be out at parties; I should be working more at my job, too! Jeez! I shouldn't even be here wasting more time talking to my dad about fucking my dad and about how I am not going to do it anymore! I'm sorry! I'm sorry it ever happened!"
With that she got up and ran to her room, closing the door behind her, feeling tears well up in her eyes. Her mind flashing back to all the times they had sex together, which was a daily basis, but looking back on it now instead of pleasure she feels dirty. A dirty that can't be cleaned.
Hank sitting in his recliner in shock. He started fucking his daughter a year ago, indeed. She was 18 at the time, flirty, cute, it started out innocent. She would give him pecks on the cheek, then the lips, soon they graduated to accidentally rubbing up against each other. One of them would accidentally walk in on one or the other in the bathroom whether they were peeing or changing or getting out of the shower. Following that, one night when they were home alone at night, while Leslie was at work for overtime, Janey came up to him after dinner in the living room right before they watched TV. She said she just finished taking a shower and that she had a question for him. Opening her bathrobe up, letting it slide off of her body and fall to the ground, she asked her father if he thought she was beautiful for a skinny girl.
He put his hands on her hips and moved them all over her body, starting with her stomach, sliding up to her little breasts, and sliding back down to between her legs where he trailed down her thighs back up to her pussy. Where he cupped it, felt her wetness, and he pulled her to him where they fucked for the first time in his recliner, during a TV show, while his wife, her mother, was at work. Ever since then they did it everyday.
Now he is feeling a void cracking and opening up in his life. He came to enjoy their fucking sessions. Now who is he going to fuck?
The next day he went on feeling empty still. Normally at this time he would be screwing his daughter's brains out right now. Maybe eating her pussy. Or her taking his whole length in her mouth, where he feels her throat with his head, her saliva soaking his cock and her tongue wriggling under it, adjusting position around him. Yes. That is what should be going on right now. Thing is, Janey isn't home, she's out with her friend. For the first time in a month. At some shopping mall, maybe a movie, coffee. Whatever the fuck girls their age do. The thought hit him hard when he thought about guys their age checking them out, talking to them, talking to his daughter. Damn. He went to the kitchen and made himself a sandwich.
Janey came back home with her friend Brittany, waking him when they came in laughing, carrying noisy shopping bags. Pulling himself up on the couch he looked over at them. Janey's laugh went down, she cleared her throat, said hello and went to the kitchen. Brittany smiled at him and waved, hurried to catch up to Janey. Her red hair bouncing with each step, along with her breasts under her belly shirt. Little shorts wedging up between her butt cheeks. Athletic spandex kind. Cheerleader she is for the college she goes to.
"Janey, do you mind if I change into my uniform here before I leave?" Hank overheard the question in the kitchen.
"Not at all. I noticed you brought it," she laughed, figuring that's why she came over, too. Closer to the college where her cheerleader practice is.
Hank felt a stir in his pants upon thinking of the sweet redhead in a cheerleader uniform. The little skirt, those shorts that they put on under the skirt, the cute little skimpy top. Doing the splits, jumping high with her legs spread, the showering at the end of practice.
Janey and Brittany kept in Janey's room most the time, Leslie came home for a short while before she left out again to go out to dinner with a few women from her job. They usually do this a couple times a month. Brittany went to the bathroom with her cheerleader uniform. Red, yellow, and green were the colors on the uniform. The skirt wasn't as short as he'd like it to be, but still a nice sight to think about.
She didn't see him when she walked from Janey's bedroom to the bathroom. Hank gave it two minutes and he hoped the bathroom door wasn't locked. He knows Janey will stay in her room. Turning the knob, success! Unlocked. Walking in he kept his eyes trained in front of the sink where most likely she will be standing at. Her cute little butt showing and a piece of cloth going between her cheeks. Brittany turned around with shock, her breasts full and heavy, her nipples a light pink. She quickly covered herself with her arms.
"Calm down. Don't act like this is first time someone ever seen you naked. Especially in a bathroom. I bet you like it like that, too. Bent over the sink, getting a hard cock up your pussy, your tits bouncing around and hitting into the cold surface of the counter. I came in to make you an offer."
By now Brittany's eyes wide, her mouth open, shocked, but impressed by such boldness. A boldness only a older man can have. She let her arms down, showed herself for him, grinning and her eyes playing delightfully over his body. Hank stepped up to her, standing in front of her, looking down, he shoved his hand down her thong and cupped her pussy. Feeling hair on his palm, wetness on his fingertips, he pushed a finger inside her pussy. She shivered, let out a little gasp, and took hold of him by his arms. His face straight, no expression, just feeling with his hand and finger.
"Not now." With those words, he removed his hand from her thong and walked out, leaving her to get dressed.
She wanted to protest, to make him stay and fuck her, but she didn't dare do so. Not with Janey down the hall. But, oh, how she wanted to grab him and just screw him. Never has someone made her feel like that in such a short amount of time. The boldness, his maturity behind it all, the fact he just shoved his hand down the front of her thong without so much as a warning or anything, he just did it.
A few days later Leslie went grocery shopping with Janey, when Brittany came over to the house to see if Janey wants to go to a party that night on campus. Hank answered the door and to his delight found the cute little redhead at the door. Wearing a skirt and a little tank top, a blue beret, and knee high plaid socks. Without warning before Brittany had a chance to say goodbye or anything, Hank grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her inside.
Shutting the door, he turned her around to where her back is towards him, she giggled when he reached under her skirt, yanked her yellow panties down, opened her legs and had his hand between them working her pussy. Rubbing his forearm against her butt cheeks, sliding between them, making a sandwich with them. She's cute, definitely. Not as skinny as Janey, she has some meat on her, but it is toned nicely. Fair white skin and sparkling blue eyes.
