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"Kelsey, are you even listening?" My mom's voice came through the phone. She was droning on and on about something.
"Of course I am listening, mother." I rolled my eyes. Thankfully she couldn't see that. I opened the next drawer seeing what else I could find.
"Kelsey, I need you to help your father out this weekend." She said as if she was repeating it. Maybe it was a good idea to listen.
"Help with what?" I said sitting back on her bed closing the drawer to her nightstand having come up empty again.
"See, you weren't listening." She sighed. "Kelsey, pay attention. I am going to be gone for four days and I expected you to get your shit together. We can't let you keep freeloading in our house."
"I am not freeloading, mother."
"What would you call it?"
"Did you need something? Or you just calling to bitch at me yet again?" I always knew how to push her buttons. I went to her dresser and opened the first drawer and found only panties. Gross! Old granny panties. No wonder dad needs porn.
My stomach fluttered at the memory of watching him. I really needed some relief.
"Young lady, you listen to me good. You better have a good plan ready to execute when I get home from this trip. I am tired of your father sugar coating everything for you. You are making the decision now about finishing college or getting a job."
"I have a job." I reminded her.
"A real job!" She raised her voice and I couldn't help but smile. I closed the granny panty drawer and went on to the next one. Still nothing good, just some socks and other boring things. "I mean it, Kelsey. You better have a plan or you can find somewhere else to live!"
With that she hung up. I looked at my phone to make sure, but yes she had hung up on me. She must really be angry. I would have something figured out, but there were more pressing matters first.
Watching my father masturbate to incest porn on the big screen TV in the living room had been the hottest thing I'd ever seen. I had given him a few minutes to compose himself before I walked back in the house and had to give him some story about my plans falling through.
Technically that wasn't a lie. I had plans to meet a boy, but he had chickened out. College-aged guys are fickle.
When he realized I'd be home for dinner he had to run out and grab something to cook. I guess he was planning on the burritos in the freezer for his bachelor night. Normally I wouldn't mind that, but if it meant giving me some alone time to take care of a need then I didn't put up much of a fight.
I didn't know how long he would be gone, but I did know it wasn't going to be enough. I opened the next drawer of mom's side of the dresser. Nothing. "Ugh!"
This wasn't my first time snooping in my parents' room. I knew they had sex toys somewhere. I needed one in the worst way! Every time I seem to find them they move them on me again. You'd think I'd be able to get my own, but my mother is such a drill sergeant that if she found them in my room (which she definitely would do on one of her random inspections) she'd kill me.
I moved to dad's side of the dresser, but those three drawers bore no better fruit than mom's side. Closet! I opened the door to their master, walk-in closet. There were several boxes along the top shelf and some in the floor. Knowing my mother, it wouldn't be something I could stumble across, especially since she knew I snooped. She had to know, why else would the toys keep moving?
The fourth box I opened from the back corner was the jackpot!
Too much time had passed, but my pussy was still driving the shots here. I carried the box of toys out to their bed. That's exactly what I should do. Teach mom a lesson by using her toys on her bed.
God, I'm an evil bitch. I smiled to myself as I pulled my top off and slid my shorts down. Not brave enough to get completely naked I kept my bra and panties on before settling against their pillows. I laid right in the center of the bed and started pulling out the toys.
Nothing new, and I'm not surprised. My mom must be very boring in bed. At least that's what I thought since we'd just fought. My poor dad.
My Daddy. The image of his hand wrapped around his cock as he shot a load in the living room flashed back through my mind. Such a hot scene to watch.
I pulled out the one dildo mom had. The thought of her using it was quite arousing in itself, but the real knowledge that dad might have used it on her was even better. I ran my hand into my panties and rubbed over my mound as I looked at it. Flesh colored, thick head at the tip, simulated veins running down the length which was probably six inches if I had to guess.
I knew it was smaller than Daddy, and I knew that for a fact now. I pulled my panties to the side and started rubbing the tip against my folds. I'd really prefer more time to tease, but dad would be home any minute.
Oh, Daddy.
I tried to push inside, but I wasn't quite wet enough. I found the small bottle of lube in mom's treasure box and smeared some on the toy before pulling my panties to the side again and trying one more time.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" Much better. I felt it slide deep inside of me. Dad's image flashed through my memory again. I closed my eyes and let it all overtake me. The way he stroked himself so perfectly on the sofa.
I was definitely going to have to play in that same spot sometime. Whenever I had more time, of course. I pulled the toy out almost completely and then slid it back inside. Gasping at the full intrusion and feeling that delicious feeling.
What would it be like to feel stretched even more? A bigger cock? Daddy's cock?
The thought made me tighten around the toy and I pushed harder. I brought my other hand to my chest. I loved my tits, and they got me a lot of attention from the guys in my course, even some of the professors. Did Daddy like my big tits?
Mom wasn't as large as me so maybe not?
I ran my finger into the fabric and pulled it beneath my tight nipple. Imagining Daddy seeing that bare nipple was intoxicating. Would he like it? Suck on it? Lick it? Nibble it?
I pinched it lightly between my thumb and finger. "Oh, Daddy." I whispered. I turned my head to his pillow. Feeling even closer to him in that moment. I inhaled deeply. The pillowcase smelled like his body wash.
I drove the toy in and out in a steady rhythm now feeling myself getting wetter as the thought of him being inside me took over. Sliding into his little girl. Showing me how a real man takes what he wants.
"God!" I moaned loudly and pinched my nipple harder. I felt my orgasm building. "Fuck me, Daddy!"
"Well, well, well." His deep voice drew from the doorway. My eyes flashed open and there he stood leaned against the doorframe with his thick, tattooed arms folded across his chest and a smile stretched on his lips. "You naughty girl."
***
"Kelsey?" I said walking in carrying an arm full of groceries. I was almost embarrassed to face my daughter. She had gotten back home just moments after I'd cleaned up my mess in the living room and gotten clothes back on.
I shuddered at the thought of what would have happened had she arrived just a little sooner. By then the fog of horniness had worn off and reality had settled back into my brain. If she had actually caught me that would have been devastating. My sweet little girl didn't need to know the darker side of her father.
"Kelsey?" I called out again, but the kitchen was empty. I sat the groceries down and started putting everything away. She was probably in her room, hopefully deciding whatever she wanted to do with her life.
Her mother wanted to kick her out. I would never let that happen, but I did agree she needed to make smart decisions for her future.
I got everything put away and still had about an hour before I needed to start dinner for the two of us. I'd picked up a movie for us to watch, hopefully together. I never knew if she wanted to spend time with her old man or not, so I'd leave it up to her.
I made my way upstairs to let her know I was home. Her room was empty though. She couldn't have gone far, her car was still in the driveway when I had gotten back home. Maybe she was out by the pool?
"Oh, Daddy." I froze in my tracks. Kelsey's voice was a moan. A moan that any man would instantly recognize. The strangest thing that would not click together in my brain was the location from where it came from.
My bedroom?
I turned in the hallway and saw my bedroom door was standing slightly open at the other end of the hallway. Kelsey had no reason to be in my room, and she certainly had no reason to be moaning while she was in there.
Unless her mother was right all along? Had Kelsey been sneaking into our room to use my wife's sex toys? The thought had been something I couldn't agree with my wife on, but that first night she had brought it up to me I'd fucked her so hard that she came three times as I imagined my daughter instead of her.
Dear God, was she right?
I stepped closer to my bedroom door. My feet were moving on their own and I could barely breath as I heard sheets shuffling in the room. My sheets. Where I slept. My hand reached out and pushed the door open.
My brain could not believe what my eyes saw. There she was, on my bed. The box her mother kept her sex toys in was opened beside her on the bed. The small bottle of lube I'd been meaning to replace was laying beside it. My wife's dildo was buried in her pussy. Kelsey!
Jesus Fucking Christ. My lungs ached for air, but I didn't dare move as I watched her. She was even more beautiful than I had imagined. Oh God, she had her left tit out and she was twisting her nipple. The beautiful pink nipple that was thick and budded between her fingers.
My mouth watered as I watched this forbidden scene laid out in front of me. My dick ached in my jeans, but I didn't dare move. "Oh, Daddy." She whispered as she turned her head to my pillow and breathed. Fuck! She was a deviant just like her old man.
I couldn't keep the smile off of my face. My little girl was just as bad as I was. I leaned against the doorframe determined to enjoy the show. Confidence building back inside of me. After all, it was she that was in the wrong bed.
"Oh God!" I heard her gasp and saw her body tightening. Her orgasm was building and I could see how she flushed. Her skin turning a pink tone as the warmth of pleasure raced through my little girl. My hands ached to touch her when she cried out, "Fuck me, Daddy!"
