Tabby had decided to skip school that day, she really wanted to play in the chatrooms where she could talk with men about all sorts of things. So, after walking to school, she walked past the entrance and on to the shops. Her Mom wouldn’t leave for work for another hour so the 18 year old decided to buy a magazine and take a look in some of the shops in the mall.
Soon the hour was up and Tabby was able to make her way back to the large two-story house she lived in with her parents and two sisters. Tabby walked in and hurried up the stairs to her large bedroom.
The door was slightly ajar and through the opening she could see someone standing near her clothesbasket. Immediately she recognised her father standing there naked except for his boxer shorts and holding a pair of lace panties he had taken from the basket. The boxers revealed a level of arousal that tented the silk boxers out in front of his athletic body.
Tabby recoiled back at the sight. What should she do or say? And anyway it was her that was skipping school. The temptation was to back away and go back down the stairs, slip out and go to school. But the sight of his near naked body and his predicament turned her on. Tabby was no prude, nor a virgin. Anyway she didn’t have enough of her school stuff to return to school without collecting it first from her bedroom.
She peeked again. Now he had the crotch of her panties at his nose. They were a bright red pair of skimpy lace bikini panties. She smirked seeing him lost in his ecstasy.
Quietly she stepped back from the door and then noisily stepped forward, bursting into the room. He quickly tossed the panties way onto her bed and turned to face the door, red with embarrassment. His hard cock waved within the lose fitting boxers.
"What are you doing home?" He demanded with fatherly authority.
"What are you doing in here?" Tabby replied quickly. "I thought you were going to work."
"Um...err...I was just getting the washing together, I wasn’t feeling too good so I came home," he stuttered.
"Yeah, Dad, sure," Tabby retorted her hands on her hips. "I saw you...sniffing my panties."
"I wasn’t you silly girl," he stated quietly.
"Well what do you call that?" Tabby pointed at the now less rigid cock.
"Now hon’, I was...I..." he stumbled and stalled.
"Come on Dad, you were getting off on my panties, weren’t you?"
"It’s not like that," he was still trying to find a way out of his situation. "I just came to collect the dirty clothes...I was going to help your Mom out...seeing...."
"Speaking of Mom," Tabby took a step forward, her own panties were getting damp now, and she was enjoying having the upper hand. "I think she might need to hear about this."
"Tabby, you wouldn’t!" her father exclaimed. "Please don’t tell her, please. I really couldn’t...." He was close to breaking down.
"Now, Daddy, I don’t want to tell her," Tabby smirked. "And I don’t like you suffering like this."
He looked up at the young girls face. There was a pathetic pleading in his eyes. By now there was only a faint outline of the hard cock that had been on proud display under the silk boxers earlier.
"Do what I want and you will have nothing to fear. Don’t and I will call her and tell her everything."
"But...I’m your father...I can’t...."
"You have no choice, now do we have a deal?"
"No Tabby I can’t agree to that."
Tabby stepped forward toward the desk with the computer and telephone.
"Ok, ok, don’t call her, please. What do you want?"
"That’s better Daddy," Tabby smiled. "First I want to see you in those panties." She pointed to the red lace lying on her bed.
"What...no...please. They are too small...I’ll rip them."
"Just do it. I’m sure they will stretch."
With that he turned and picked the little lace panties up. Turning away from tabby he puled the baggy boxers down and stepped out of them.
"Turn around," Tabby ordered.
Reluctantly he turned, one foot hooked in the red panties. His cock was coming back to life, hanging as a half stiff pole, wobbling as he pulled the panties up. The tight material stretched over his much larger frame. He struggled to tuck his now quite hard cock into the red lace and his large balls hung to one side, exposed through one leg. The lace was stretched to the point of transparency as he stood up straight.
The cock continued to grow, the swollen purple head protruded over the narrow waistband of the panties. He looked more embarrassed. Tabby giggled. Her father was suitably humiliated, but not enough for this sexy brunette. She walked past him to the clothesbasket. She tossed a couple of shirts to the floor, then a pair of jeans, another pair of panties and then she pulled the red lace bra that matched the panties.
"Hold these," she said tossing him the bra. "Now sit on my bed."
Grabbing the lace bra he stumbled back to the bed and sat. He bowed his head, staring in at his red lace covered crotch. The cock was stiff as a board now, at least eight inches long and very thick.
"Now wank yourself with my bra," Tabby growled.
"What?" he exclaimed. "Please Tabby, don’t do this. I beg you."
"Dad, you should have thought about this when you came in here today. Now just get on with it. You will feel better afterwards, I promise."
"Tabby, I shouldn’t...I mean you are my daughter," those pleading eyes again.
"Get on with it Dad, you should be flattered that I think someone so old is still worth looking at in this way," Tabby replied. "Now start tugging that cock, and use my bra as a glove."
Slowly he started stroking the head of his cock as it stood up above the waistband of the panties. Rubbing the soft red lace across it. Then he grasped the stiff rod with his had, stretching the panties further as he rubbed up and down the hard cock. For the most part the cock was obscured by the red lace of bra and panties, but every now and then the head would pop into view.
Tabby walked to the computer table and wheeled the swivel chair over. She sat facing the action, looking intently as her father tugged up and down on his cock. A minute after starting his show Tabby stretched her legs apart and balanced them on either side of her father on the bed. He glanced at her without missing a beat with her soft silky underwear rubbing against his cock. Then Tabby slowly unzipped her tight fitting jeans, opening the fly wide to reveal a pair of white lace panties. With a low moan she rubbed the front of the white material before plunging two fingers inside the waistband.
Her father looked at her in shock. His mouth opened to say something, but no words came out. He could see the small dark triangle of hair trimmed away from her pussy through the white lace. Tabby’s long delicate fingers floated across her pubic mound then down to touch her clit. Again she moaned as she inserted a finger in her warm moist pussy. Her father felt his cock stiffen even more.
Now he was rubbing more furiously, moaning once or twice himself as he watched his beautiful slim daughter pleasure herself less than a yard from him. The soft lace was rubbing against his dry skin, he could feel it burning slightly, but he didn’t mind, it felt so sexy. Up and down the hard cock his hand tugged, his balls getting tighter and tighter.
Tabby’s fingers were working on her clit, making her hotter and wetter. Every so often she would plunge one or both fingers deep in her tight snatch and fuck herself furiously for a moment, then she would settle back to play with her clit. Each time a shudder would go through her body, building each time.
"Oh, Tabby, oh," her father cried out as his cock began to spurt. "God yes, oh."
Spurt after spurt of hot cum sprung from his cock head, hitting his stomach, filling a cup of the red bra and dribbling down the outside of the red panties. A white string of cum extended from the head to the bra as he pulled his hand away. Finally a sticky dribble flowed down the cock and hit the waistband of the panties, pooling there before spilling over onto the crotch. He collapsed back on the bed sighing.
"Oh God, yes," Tabby called out as her finger fucked her pussy harder and harder. "Oh yeah, I’m cumming." Her hot juice flowed and her pussy tightened as a wave of ecstasy flowed over her body causing her hips to buck in the chair.
Her face was red and her finger sticky as she sat up straight in the chair. Her father stared at her as lent on one elbow on the bed.
"That was good," Tabby stated. "Did you enjoy that?" She started to zip up her jeans.
"Tabby, I...I feel ashamed," his head was bowed again. "I shouldn’t have...."
