The fire drill took a turn no one had expected. When the alarm went off, the sprinkler system did too. Literally everything in the office got soaked – carpet, papers, people. Probably millions of dollars of equipment got ruined. Hopefully, we had a solid insurance policy.
The only good thing to come out of it was that everyone got sent home early, with pay. It was rare for me to get home before 6 or 7, so I was thrilled to get an extra 3 or 4 hours at home. I sat my purse down onto the kitchen counter and walked towards the living room, from where I could hear the TV playing. The living room was separated from the dining room by a door. It was painted white and had two columns of plexiglass windows running down the middle. As I approached the uncharacteristically closed door, through one of the windows, I saw two bare feet, soles up, on the floor. With another step, my eyes traced up the legs of my daughter. I don’t know where she got the running bug, it certainly wasn’t from her dad or I, but it left her with strong, finely toned calves. Another step closer to the door, I saw her bare ass poking out as she leaned forward on her knees.
I stopped cold in my tracks. I knew she was sexually active, we’d talked about it last summer when she wanted to go on the pill, but I didn’t really want to know what she was up to. Now, I guess, I didn’t have that choice. She, clearly, was at least up for giving head. As I stared in surprised, I watched her ass bob around a little. It looked, probably not surprisingly, a lot like mine did at her age. Each cheek was very round, but her’s was firmer than mine had been (probably, again, thanks to the running). I liked a little more jiggle, but her’s was still very nice. When she leaves for college in a month or two, that’s going to get her a lot of attention. It definitely had my attention as I could feel my chest start to get warm from staring at my daughter’s ass.
I inched forward a little. She had the same wide hips as me, which then narrowed quickly to her stomach. Damn, her stomach was flat. She occasionally was around the house in a bra, so it wasn’t a complete surprise. But seeing her bent over and from the side, just how thin she was was very evident.
I moved forward a little bit more, just enough to see a pair of men’s legs in front of her. I noted the legs, but wasn’t really interested in them. I wanted to take a peek at my daughter’s breasts. Those, she didn’t inherit from me. Mine were large and fully, and always had been. Hers were barely a B-cup, taking them from my husband’s side of the family. They looked great on her body, though. They formed perfect soft little mounds, capped with tiny pink nipples. They were bouncing around gently as she sucked on the cock in front of her.
Another small step forward left me stunned. My sweet innocent daughter was giving her dad a blow job. I knew it was him from the moment I saw his hands wrapped around the back of her head. Her long blonde hair was in a ponytail, which he had put his fist around with one hand. His other hand was palming the back of her head just above the pony tail. The light reflecting off his wedding ring, the one I placed on his hand just months before our daughter was born, shined into my eyes.
I remained silent and watched my husband control our daughter’s head as she sucked his cock. As a teen, I regularly fantasized about my own father. I used to occasionally sneak peeks at him while he was in the shower. I would pretend to have to use the bathroom and try to catch him getting into or out of it. The couple of times I saw his dick, I would rush to my room and masturbate, dreaming of getting to feel it in my hands, in my mouth, in my pussy. Now, years after my own father had passed away, I watched my daughter get to live out the fantasy I never got to.
I took another step so I could see the scene fully on the other side of the door. My husband sat naked in his favorite chair, his eyes closed and his head leaned back and facing the ceiling. His chest was rising and falling quickly, telling me, with my decades of practice of getting him off, that he was getting close.
My daughter was using expert form. Her hand closest to me was wrapped around the base of his dick. It slid up and down, keeping contact with her lips as to fully pleasure her father. The other hand, I could just barely see, was wrapped around his balls, carefully rocking them around in her palm. Her soft full lips were wrapped firmly around his dick.
She turned her head a little, pressing the head of his dick into the side of her cheek. My husband responded favorably and opened his mouth wide in a gasp. He quickly pressed her head down, forcing his daughter to take more of him into her mouth. He held her head down. Slowly her lips inched down his shaft. A couple of times, I saw her chest heave as she must have coughed. She finally pushed her head back up off his dick. As it emerged from her mouth, long, thick strands of saliva stretched from the tip of her father’s dick to her lips. She jerked my husband hard a few times and took a couple of fast gulps of air. My husband opened his eyes and looked down at her. They exchanged a few words, none of which I couldn’t hear through the door.
My daughter took him in her mouth again. She worked fast, largely under the control of her father, I’m sure. My husband began to rock his hips a little in time with her head. With a loud grunt, one I could probably have heard anywhere in the house, he shoved her head back down, pushing himself deep into her. He held her head in place, rocked back his hips and then thrusted hard into her mouth.
He repeated this motion, which was very familiar to me, a few times before his body went limp. He took his hands from our daughter’s head and let them fall to the arms of the chair. She leaned forward next to the chair and spit a very large wad of cum onto the hardwood floor. Long strands of spit and cum dripped from her lips. She whipped her lips with the back of her hand and stood up. She bent over my husband, pecked him on the lips and walked out of view behind the door.
I took a few steps backwards. I was breathing heavily and shaking. I walked back through the kitchen and picked up my purse from the counter. I went out the laundry room door to the driveway along the side of our house. I climbed into my car and stared out the front window for a few long seconds, trying to gather my thoughts.
I was furious with my husband. How could he cheat on me? I had sex with him every chance we got. I was disappointed in my daughter. I don’t know why. In theory I was fine with her fooling around, but seeing upset me a little. I was scared that all of our relationships were going to change. Maybe they already had, and I just wasn’t home enough to notice. Was this all my fault? Anger, disappointment, fear, guilt. All swam around inside my head. To add to my confusion, I was also very, very turned on. I reflected back on my days dreaming about my own dad and an idea popped into my head. It forced out all other thoughts and took over my body entirely.
I started the car and backed out of the driveway. Once I got around the block from our house, I called my husband’s phone.
“Hey!” he greeted me cheerily. “What’s going on?”
“The office got flooded and we all got sent home.”
“Holy shit. What happened?”
“I’ll tell you I get there. I’ll be home soon.” I lowered my voice and whispered a little. “You wanna play around, daddy?”
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