Rob stirred as Monique crept out of bed. A dim light bathed the room, barely illuminating the rich wood of the headboard, the tumbled deep blue of the duvet and the sensuous yellows and blues in the Kashmir carpet. He snuggled into the silky softness of the cotton sheets, missing her warmth beside him. He felt pleasantly sleepy and relaxed for the first time in days.
Quietly, Monique slipped into the attached powder room, donning the clothes she had left ready the night before. Tiptoeing back in the bedroom, she went to where her husband slumbered, leaning down, and brushing soft lips across his forehead.
"Eh?" Rob mumbled.
"Shhh. Go back to sleep. I'll see you later – I have to get to the airport." she whispered.
Rob reached up sleepily, tangling his big hand in the silky strands of her dark hair. Pulling her down, his sleep softened lips captured hers. He breathed in her scent, clean and sweet and soft and his morning erection twitched. Still half asleep, he reached for her hand, placing it on the mound now pushing up the duvet.
Monique giggled. Squeezing, she grinned as he moaned. Pushing aside the duvet, she admired him as he lay still half asleep.
A big man, shoulders wide and strong, a slim waist and narrow hips and that big beautiful cock, now tumescent and full, laying twitching across his left thigh.
Leaning down, she breathed her warm breath along its length, her tongue flicking out to lap at the tip.
Rob groaned and his hand came down and pushed her head towards his groin.
Monique complied, opening her mouth and sucking the spongy head of his prick into its warm cavern. He groaned as her mouth enveloped him, thrusting his hips up and pushing his stiff prick further into the warm prison of her mouth.
Monique's mouth stretched wide as the heavy prick pushed in toward the back of her throat. Experienced, her tongue flicked at the sensitive underside, relishing the reaction as his prick jumped. Then, reluctantly, she pulled back up, her mouth leaving a glistening trail along the swollen shaft.
"Sorry, sweetie, gotta run." she said, dropping a butterfly kiss on his sweet cock.
Rob opened sleep gummed eyes and grimaced.
"What about this?" he said.
Monique grinned then leaning down, brushed her lips against his.
"You'll have to take care of that yourself." she said.
"I'll make up for it when I get home!".
With that, Monique grabbed her overnight bag and in a swish of perfume and warm woman scent, left.
Rob lazily brushed his cock with his own hand, running fingers up and down the shaft, slick with his wife's saliva. His mind wandered over various scenarios, shying away from the one he most wanted to explore.
It was several days after he and Aisling had had that incredible sex session in his office. Unexpected and unbelievably erotic, he was consumed with guilt that he had fucked his own daughter. He took full responsibility for their transgression – it was he after all who had been lusting over those heavy firm breasts, those long legs and that curvy ass. Seeing her with that boy's cock fucking her mouth had been too much and he was weak.
Rob dropped his cock as it twitched in his hand, swollen, its tip wet with pre-cum and slippery with the clear fluid.
He WOULD stop thinking of his daughter! He had apologized to her profusely the next morning, when guilt ridden and mortified he had seen her at breakfast. She put on a sprightly air, he noted, acting as if nothing was wrong.
"Don't be silly, daddy!"
"It was wonderful!" she had said grinning.
She had pushed up to him then, warm girl scent and heavy breasts loose under a tee-shirt, her long legs bare and the firm warm globes of her bottom glimpsed under the tee-shirt's edge. Rubbing those beautiful breasts against her dad's chest, she had reached to cup his erection, which despite his best intentions, was straining the front of his pajama bottoms.
Determined to be strong, Rob had pushed her away. He knew what was best, he explained, and they couldn't do this. It was just plain wrong!
Aisling had been furious.
"I'm 20 years old, for God's sake!" she had yelled at him.
"I KNOW what I want and what I want is to fuck you!"
Despite Aisling's rage, he had persevered. He had done this to her, he was going to make it right, he had decided.
Lying in bed, Rob felt a deep, intense sadness – that he would so lust after his own child, but, if he was honest, what he really regretted was he would never again feel his prick pushing up that tight wet cunt.
Groaning, Rob rolled over, his heavy prick flopping to the bed as he buried his head in the pillow and determined to forget it all.
Drifting, he started to fall back asleep, lulled by the warmth of the room, a shaft of morning sun just starting to illuminate its interior, dust motes dancing in the weak light.
***
The next thing Rob was aware of was the delicious, indescribable pleasure of a warm mouth sucking his cock. He had fallen back asleep and still dazed, eyes closed, grinned.
"Getting the next plane?" he asked.
The mouth on his prick ran experienced lips up and down the swelling shaft, lapping at the tip then enveloping its heavy length in a warm prison. Her mouth felt particularly tight around his cock today, an exquisite unyielding pressure which made his balls tighten.
"God, baby, that feels amazing!" he said, his voice thick.
The bed, ruffled and warm, enveloped him in the smell of the sex he and his wife had indulged in the night before. That tangy scent drifted around his face like a sweet veil of arousal. He stretched, keeping his hips still, focused on keeping that warm mouth wrapped around his turgid member.
His hips tensed and reaching down, his eyes still closed as he savoured the sensation, he tangled his hand in curls. For a moment, it didn't compute, then as he held the head firmly so he could thrust up into that delicious mouth, he gave a startled exclamation.
"Monique?"
His eyes snapped open and he stared down the length of his naked body to see the dancing eyes of his daughter, her little mouth stretched wide with the thick shaft of her father's prick.
"Aisling!" he said, horrified and tried to pull his prick from her mouth.
Two capable hands came around and clasped the firm globes of her father's buttocks. Determined, Aisling sank her mouth right down on the delicious cock, pushing his ass up toward her mouth so the big prick sank further down her experienced throat.
Rob was lost. Groaning, watching with a mixture of horror and lust, he grabbed the red curls and began fucking his daughter's mouth.
The long shaft, swollen and red, a large vein throbbing along its length looked incredibly good pushing in and out of that soft mouth. A mixture of his little girl's saliva and precum which was now flowing out of the purple head of his cock glistened each time he pulled his stiff prick out of that sweet mouth. Then, exquisitely, the warmth and sensation of her mouth as he pushed his prick back in, deep.
Aisling gagged slightly as the thick cockhead touched the back of her throat. Then relaxing her throat, she was able to swallow and now almost the entire prick was in her mouth. Her tongue busily ran up and down the shaft, lapping at the head and inserting its tip into the slit at the top.
God her dad tasted good!
Aisling took one of her hands and ran it between her dad's strong thighs, trailing a finger up between his legs until she reached the heavy balls. Groaning around her delicious mouthful of cock, she cupped the heavy testicles which were already tight and starting to pull up towards his groin.
Carefully, she scraped the lightly furred surface of his turgid testicles, and was rewarded as she felt that great prick jump in her mouth and swell even more.
"Baby, you have to stop ... otherwise I'm going to cum." Rob groaned.
The fingernail again scraped lightly at the surface of his balls, which tightened up further, gathering and ready to push all that sweet cum up the heavy shaft now buried in his daughter's mouth.
Rob looked down and thought he had never seen anything so erotic. Aisling was crouched over him, her heavy breasts swinging and jiggling as her mouth worked busily sucking her dad's cock, the nipples engorged and stiff. Her little ass was up in the air as she knelt over him, he could see the crack at this angle.
His whole groin felt on fire, his cock felt like it was three feet long and all he could think of now was he wanted to spurt his prick right down his daughter's throat. He wanted to hold her head while he did that so he could make sure she swallowed every drop of her dad's cum.
Groaning, he pushed her head down and closed his eyes as his balls gathered and then spat their load up into the turgid shaft. Rob actually felt the cum as it filled his prick and then almost painfully erupted from the tip of his prick, buried deep down Aisling's throat.
Aisling choked for a moment as the hot, heavy jets of cum began to spurt down her throat. Pulling back slightly she began to frantically swallow all that yummy frothy white cum, but despite her best efforts, her mouth filled, ballooning out her cheeks. Cum squeezed out the tight sides of her mouth, which, stretched and pulled was barely able to encircle her dad's cock.
Rob felt like he was dying. His hand on his daughter's head weakened and fell off as his spasming prick emptied itself, his hips thrusting up. He looked down his body and watched as his hot cum dripped out of the side of his little girl's mouth, full of his cock.
As the last dribbles of cum jerked out of the spongy tip, he lay back, exhausted and depleted.
Aisling waited, savouring every drop of cum, and lapping very gently at the now extremely sensitive tip of his cock.
"God, that was SO good." she thought as the prick began to shrink and soften.
Her tongue carefully cleaned the sweet prick, lapping up every drop of cum and cleaning it thoroughly.
Rob's chest was going up and down like a bellows, his heart still beating frantically as he recovered from an incredibly intense orgasm. He lay, catching his breath as he daughter crawled up his body to lay a curly head against his chest. Encircling her, he tried to process what had just occurred.
Aisling kissed the side of his neck, then taking his hand she placed it on her swollen breast. Rob cupped that beautiful, heavy orb, squeezing gently, his fingers pinching the stiff rubbery nipple. Aisling groaned and sat up. With a lithe move of her strong body, she straddled his chest, her breasts jouncing, her wet slit trailing a glistening trail along the hair on his chest.
"Me now, daddy!" she said imperiously.
Rob looked up at her.
Putting his hands on her hips, he pulled her towards him.
