Kitchen Safety

David startles awake from his afternoon nap to a clanging sound. Blinking sleepily, he looks around his office until he recognizes the sounds of pans and plates being used to prepare dinner. With a smile he recalls that his children and grandchildren are in town. He peels his naked body off the leather recliner and becomes acutely aware of the full-strength erection left behind after sleeping. Can't let this go to waste, he thinks, heading out of the room. In the hallway, he can clearly hear his wife and daughter talking in the kitchen, and the TV going in the living room. He heads that direction, glancing briefly into the guest room but moving on when it turns out to be empty.

At the foot of the stairs, the kitchen is beyond the first door, and his boner pulls him in the direction of the female voices coming from within. Coming in across the room from the stove and countertop, he's greeted by the sight of his wife Mary and daughter Emily's bare asses. They're both in aprons, facing away. Emily got her mother's body - they're both on the thin side, with smallish-asses and enough open gap at the top of their thighs that David can see the pearly trail of residual semen that must have very slowly run down the inside of both women's legs.

"Your nephew has turned into quite the young stud, you know" is the first clear sentence he hears. "He's packing eight inches and he's learned how to use it, trust me". His wife cackles a little to herself at her own implication.

"Oh really, James is all grown up, huh?" Emily bites her lip and looks off into the distance for a moment with a faint smile.

"Yes, your sister is really proud of him. But I think she might be over-indulging in him now that he's eighteen. She says that she and Steve have been fighting more often lately."

"Ah, that totally happened in our house when Aidan turned eighteen. And again when Hailey did. Doesn't every couple go through this when their kids become fuckable?"

As his daughter says this, David has quietly moved up behind her without either noticing.

"Indeed, you remember how frustrated your mother was with you and I until you were at least nineteen." He says, inserting himself into both the conversation and his child's ass-crack.

"Daddy!" Emily squeals in surprise and turns her head for a deep tongue kiss with her father. When they break apart, she grinds her ass up and down along his shaft a few times. Each time she lowers her hips David can feel his prickhead catch momentarily on his daughter's tight anus before it slips down his length. But the fun is short-lived.

"You two can still frustrate me. Watch the knife, honey!" Mary says sternly, gesturing with a look at where Emily had stopped chopping vegetables on the counter but is still holding her knife.

"Sorry, dad, can't play right now. Dinner will be in a hour or so. Plus we played with the boys right before we started." Emily looks genuinely sad to deliver this news.

David reaches out for his wife's ass and manages to get two fingertips between her sticky labia before she swats his hand away.

"Hot stove, hot stove! Tchhh!" She was smiling as she hissed him away, for now, but he knows she'll actually get upset if he pushes.

David pumps his cock idly with one hand, while looking at his two naked girls. Precum flows freely over his knuckles and pools on the floor. Both women are watching this. Emily is biting her lip with a dreamy look locked on her dad's dick, but Mary is frowning. "Now we have a slip hazard too" she grumbles.

"Oh come off it, mom, we're both leaking jizz all over the floor already and you know it!" Emily points at her mother's feet.

Mary jerks her head down and emits an audible sigh at seeing the minor mess. She throws a hand towel down and stands on it.

"Yes, we rushed to start dinner instead of cleaning each other up. I raised you better than that, and your father knows better than this too!"

This last comment is directed with a shake of the head at where David is standing, still pumping his cock and pouring ever more of his organic lubricant into the widening puddle between his feet.

"You two are just such a beautiful pair of little chefs showing off in your aprons, how am I supposed to resist?" David tries a fake pout and another grab at his daughter's ass.

"Go fuck your granddaughter, you horny old goat!" Mary raps his groping knuckles with a wooden spoon. "She's eighteen years old, twenty feet away, and probably bored to ****."

"OK, OK, I surrender," David backs away, grinning, with his hands up like she's wielding a gun.

"Aww, you can fuck me for dessert, OK, daddy?" Emily gives her father a heart-melting, doe-eyed look.

"Stop teasing your father, honey. Yes, we'll do a double blow job, even. Just don't come back until your balls are empty, shoo!" His wife gives him one more serious look, as she throws another towel onto David's slip hazard.

As David turns to go, Emily has an idea that sets her smiling: "If you finish in the next twenty minutes, tell Hailey to bring your load back here and we'll make a girls' dish out of it to go with dinner. You can watch us eat it to get your appetite up for dessert."

"Will do, baby girl."

"Make sure she brings it in a glass, not a vagina," his wife adds, wiping at her thighs with yet another towel.

"Yeah, yeah, safety first."