Get another drink

As the video was playing, I pushed the blanket off me, hoping to get a better view of my father’s huge pole, but it got stuck on his hard cock. He grabbed it and pulled it back into place as I stood up “What are you doing?” He asked me.

My jeans were still unbuttoned and hung open a bit. I picked up my glass and held it up, “Scotch,” I said. I noticed his eyes dart down to my crotch, he certainly would have been able to tell I shaved, “Want some?”

“Sorry,” my father fumbled.

“Want some scotch?” he nodded, and I went over to the liquor cabinet. I crouched down, deliberately pushing my tits out while my back was turned so my buttons started to pop. They popped all the way down to under my tits and the shirt gaped wide. I poured two glasses, his slightly bigger then recorked the bottle.

When I turned around, I saw dad adjusting the blanket and wondered if he had just pulled it off while my back was turned. I had a glass in each hand so could do nothing about my popped top. Dad’s eyes darted between my cleavage and crotch as I walked back over and handed him his glass. Then I crawled back under the blanket. The video with the black man had only been a seven minute thing so it was winding down as I pulled the blanket over me. As it finished I saw what the next video was and decided to leave it, as an excuse I brought both hands under the blanket and started to wriggle out of my jeans.

Dad turned to look instead of watching the tv and said, “What are you doing?”

“What?” I asked innocently, “You know how hard it is to rub one out while wearing jeans?”

He was about to say something else when the audio of the video kicked in. “I’m sorry daddy, I know I’m late home,” it began.

Dad’s eyes went wide, “I think maybe we should change the video,” he said, but his hand didn’t stop stroking his cock.

I had put the phone on my left, the far side of me from him when I sat down and shrugged, “It’s not like they are really related so who cares?” I said.

“It’s one thing watching porn together, it’s quite another to be watching daddy daughter porn,” he replied.

I turned to look at him, his hand was still moving on his cock. I brought my whiskey glass to my lips as I asked, “So you’ve never watched any **** porn, it’s kind of hot.”

His hand stopped, “What!” he said half way between a question and a demand.

“Oh it’s no different to the interracial stuff, it’s just a taboo. I mean admit it you would love to see someone like me plowed by a big black cock.” He cleared his throat but didn’t say anything. “Come on Dad, wouldn’t you like that? Or do you prefer gangbangs, sluts, pregnancy risk? What do you look at?”