When grown up daughters embrace do all Dads get a hard-on?
Roy was hot; his wife Shelly was burning. They were watching a movie on DVD. It was a movie with explicit sex scenes; not the usual boring stuff of most blue movies, but the depiction of sex scenes neatly dovetailed into an absorbing story. It was enthralling. A young man and woman get to know each other in an intercontinental flight they make love in the cramped space of the rest room. The camera is viewing the scene from floor level. The pussy glistening with juices, the throbbing cock, the smooth entry as delicate fingers guide it in, everything is seen in close up in clearest detail. The girl's rear is pressing on the wash basin, and the boy most considerately inserts both his hands and lifts her up bodily, and they pump in frenzy. Roy's hand subconsciously slides under Sally's T-shirt, and she catches hold of it and leads it to her breast. He kneads, and she leans sideward and kisses him on the cheek and then presents her neck. He nibbles. It is a tender moment.
He heard a click. Was it his daughter coming in at this the most inappropriate moment? She was not due home from college for another hour. Shelly had not heard the click or she would have jumped up. What if daughter sees them make love? After all she is eighteen and legally fit to watch porn. Hey! Wait a minute, wouldn't it be splendid if she does.
Of late Roy has been watching his daughter with an eye that was not quite fatherly. He was aware that he was sinning, but he could not help it. Were all fathers like that or was he a horrible type he wondered. When at home Ritu often wore shorts so short that when she was leaning back with leg up on a foot stool and reading, something she does all the time, she exposed her thighs right up to the crotch. But try as he would he could see no further. He would feel guilty afterwards, but he was never able stop trying. In fact he made use of every opportunity hoping against hope that one day he would see more. Her valley must be grand too, but unfortunately, for reasons unknown, Ritu preferred neck lines that came almost up to her throat.
He listened. Ritu always moved about silently. He did not hear the door open. He wondered if the click he heard was in his imagination. No, it was not. He could see movement reflected on the polished ash tray. He could make out the distorted but clear image of his daughter. She was climbing up the stairs to her room. The drawing room was cathedral type, and the stairs led to the loft and the three bedrooms. She saw them and froze. She moved up more slowly. From the stairs of the loft she would be able to see them but they would not for she would be behind their backs. She stood at the banisters and watched for a very short while, and then she disappeared. She was not in view but the movement of the curtain indicated that she was watching. Roy's cock was now larger and harder than it had ever been. He was turned-on as never before. He wanted to make a grand show for his daughter's sake.
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Roy lifted Shelly's T-shirt and started sucking. Shelly was so hot that she peeled off her T shirt.
"We'll watch at the same time," she said, 'but be quick. Ritu would be in any moment."
Roy placed a pillow on the central table. She rested her chest on it and lifted up her rear. Her pussy was on full display. Ritu from her position on the gallery would have a clear view. Roy now bent down and applied his tongue to the pussy. He started slowly and then picked up speed. Shelly was so hot that she was swaying forwards and backwards with great speed. Then she came. She moaned. Roy folded his lower lip over his teeth and catching the clit between the lip and the under surface of the tongue he applied pressure with his upper teeth. Shelly screamed with pleasure. He then mounted her from behind—the perfect copulating position for TV viewers. It did not need much movement for both to reach the climax. It was a command performance.
