Father and Daughter hide out in the storm (FM) – part 2

Both me and my dad were on the couch now, almost touching but trying to separate ourselves. I glance at him as the scene of the young girl getting fucked by her coach plays on the TV.

“This is so weird Dad” I tell him, “Yea it is Jamie” he tells me. He does not dare look at me, I only catch glimpses of him, not wanting to see how hard my dad is in his wet boxers. I try not to look at his cock and think about how good it would feel in my hands, in my mouth, inside of me.

Maybe it was the gummies or the excitement from the night, almost dying a few times out on the road, but I felt closer to him than I ever had before. My body felt hot, while I felt cold. My mind was swirling. “Dad don’t look” I tell him as I get up to take off my wet shirt and ring it out into the trashcan before hanging it up. I start to walk back and decide to take off my panties as well, I might be able to get new ones here. I strip out of them and hang them up, stepping back as the next scene begins. It is a girl studying some schoolwork.

I sit down on the couch as my dad refuses to look at me, at least not when I look at him. “You may want to hang those up to dad” I tell him, aching to see his cock. He doesn’t say anything, but he does get up and goes back. I can hear the water splash into the trashcan as he wrings them out. When he returns, I look over to him and see his cock bobbing about. He was pretty big.

The scene starts to play out, the girl’s ‘daddy’ comes in. Oh god a daddy daughter scene and here I was with my dad. This was too much, I had to do something before I jumped my dad. I reached down to rub myself, trying to hide it. I let out a soft moan as I rub on my clit, picking up speed. I glance over and see my dad making small rubs on his own cock.

“I’m kind of cold dad” I say, he responds by moving closer to me, taking his hands off his cock. Its not long before he is rubbing again, not hiding it as much. I was rubbing and pushing two fingers into me. Father and daughter watching porn together while pleasuring themselves. I let out another moan and look at him.

He is looking at me as our eyes meet, both of us playing with ourselves in this den of sin. We stare at each other as I gasp and moan, then I lean towards him as his face meets mine as we kiss. His hands take the place of mine as I moan into his mouth, breathing heavy on his lips. I start to shake as I feel my orgasm start to build. I grab on tightly, not daring say anything as I move my hips against his fingers and ride it to climax.

I pull back panting and look at my father, lust in both of our eyes. He leans me back and dives his face into my bare pussy and starts to lick. Oh god, he was good. I had been licked before, but only by an ex who was timid about it, I’m not even sure he wanted to do it. But Dad was loving it, and so good at it. Tongue all along the lips, humming on my clit, fingers inside of me; I was in heaven.

He moved me up and laid on his back, moving my hips to sit on his face. I moved by body around so I could face his cock as he continued to taste me as I moaned. I took his cock in my hand and started to kiss it, before taking it into my mouth. I had my dad’s cock in my mouth, and it was glorious.

It was not long before I came again, moaning onto his cock with it deep in my mouth. I don’t wait for instruction; I pull my hips from his head and move them down and slide him into me. I gasp as I feel my father filling me and start bouncing on him. My ass slaps into his body as he holds onto my hips, pulling me down. The rhythmic slaps fill the small room, drowning out the fake incest couple with the sounds of a real one.

Then I feel him pull me up and sit me on the couch, spreading my legs and thrusting into me. I grab onto his back, and pant and gasp as my father fucks me. I moan and start to use words “oh god yes fuck me” I say, mimicking the porn with better passion than she can muster.

The TV goes off as the darkness fills the room. We keep going at it. I moan out “fuck me dad, fuck me” as I hear him grunting into me ear, his body pressing me into the couch. He pulls me into him and slaps me back down with his hips. My sweet father who was too nice to cuss in front of me was now balls deep inside of me.

I start to shake in his arms, he is breathing faster. This is it; we’re going to cum together. I moan like a whore and he growls like an animal. “Oohhhh FFFuuuuccccck” I call out as he slams me into the couch and starts to pump his cum into me. He thrust in again and again and again. I could not count how many times he pushed into me.

Then it was over, he collapsed on the couch as I sit up, breathing heavy. The TV comes on, with some message for a screen saver. “we better get going Jamie,” He says as he starts to slide on his shorts, shirt and shoes, leaving his socks and boxers. “yea dad” I say, feeling dirty calling him that as his cum oozes out of my body. I slip on my shirt and shorts and my shoes as well, grabbing my bra and leaving my panties.

We leave the back as the clerk says “Power went off, but guess your video still worked, heard it playing”. Both of us blushed as we hurried out to see the rain had let up enough to see, getting into the car and driving off.

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