Instigation

(Danny Herbert)

The relief to finally be at home was only matched by the relief of being able to change out of my unusually tight jeans. Maybe it was the prospect of what Taylor had mentioned in the car that made the front of my pant so uncomfortable. Whatever the case may be I was quick to ditch my jeans as soon as I got in the house.

I realised Taylor was watching me as I bent over to pick up my discarded denim pants from the floor.

“What is it sweety?” I wondered, and I followed her stare.

“Your balls…” she breathed, and I was surprised too when I looked down. My underwear was bulging, and I suddenly felt very heavy. Though I was never one to brag or compare, I thought my dick was a pretty good size. No complaints. But not once did I think I had especially big balls, in either the metaphorical or literal sense. But all of suddenly it looked like my scrotum had grown three times its normal size. I pulled down my underwear, fully aware that my teenage daughter was standing right there but for some reason I didn’t care.

“What in the world…” I grabbed them and felt at the still wrinkly flesh. While they were bigger they didn’t hurt or feel especially different to my balls from this morning. They did feel heavy. And full.

“Looks like you’re pretty backed up there dad,” I heard Taylor say as she came up to me. “Luckily for you, I have this.” She flashed her sex license at me again and my erection was already erecting.

“What are you going to do?” I asked my daughter, swallowing and feeling an excitement that felt normal… but at the same time was odd. This was my daughter, but she was making my cock hard and was now on her knees in front of me.

“I’m gonna suck you off now, dad,” she told me, and I just nodded and sighed when I felt her soft hand wrap around my shaft. Oh my pretty little girl. I looked down at her, saw her keen expression as she stroked my dick. We hadn’t even made it that far past the entrance way of the house and she was already jerking me off.

“Taylor… that’s good,” I said encouragingly.

“Call me names,” she said, and I was confused again.

“Huh?”

“Come on dad, say something,” she went on. “Tell me how much of a slut I am. I’m about to suck my daddy’s dick after all.”

When she explained this to me I felt my cock get harder and pleasure shot up through me. My daughter was about to suck my dick… that was amazing.

“You’re a slut, aren’t you Taylor?” It felt good to say that, almost as good as the feeling of her slender hand moving up and down my shaft. I wasn’t sure if that was what she was after, but apparently it was sufficient enough. My daughter brought her lips up to my cock and gave it a kiss on the tip, then licked the underside. She was humming, tasting each inch of my dick. Of her dad’s dick. Boy that seemed thrilling for some reason. Her fingers were also massaging my engorged nut sack, sending more pleasure up my spine.

“Good girl, Taylor,” I nodded, which she was further encouraged by. She enveloped the swelled head of penis with her mouth and started to suck. “Oh fuck, baby, that’s it. That’s a good slut.”

Now the name calling was starting to come easier. Looking down at my daughter’s pretty face with her lips wrapped around my fat cock was all the inspiration I needed. I wanted to do so many things to her now… to every hole in her taut body. She bobbed up and down, taking a little while to get a good technique and rhythm going. Soon I felt her spit dribbling down to my balls as she took my dick deeper and deeper. I was feeling so proud of my girl… but for some reason there was a twinge of shame mixed in and I couldn’t figure out why. There was a pop as she removed me from her drooling mouth.

“I want you to cum now dad,” she said, stroking me firmly.

“Okay baby,” I grunted, her words almost like a command to my body. “I’ll cum for you, you little whore… sucking on your dad’s cock… begging for my… oh fuck fuck… here it comes!”

She had her mouth open and tongue out to receive my load, stroking me furiously. With the head of my cock resting over her bottom lip I came into my daughter’s mouth. The pleasure was almost blinding and my legs locked. Taylor didn’t let up, stroking jet after jet of my white hot cum straight onto her tongue. I squinted down to take in the sight, of my baby girl draining my cock like the eager cum whore she was. Fuck. I knew something wasn’t right about this, but that inkling feeling made this orgasm feel a ten times better than any orgasm I had before.

And I couldn’t believe just how much she made me cum. I must have shot over a dozen times into her mouth, and when she finally saw my dick was no longer forthcoming for the moment she just stared up at me, jaws wide. She wanted to make sure I could see the big gooey white load I had left on her tongue, in her mouth. And then she swallowed it all down. She grimaced, needing to take a second gulp to fully put down my thick load. Wow.

“Wow,” I breathed, watching my daughter wipe her chin then smile up at me. Her hands were back on my balls, gently squeezing them.

“Looks like you still have some gas left,” she noted. I looked down and though my ball shad indeed become less swollen than before, they were still huge and felt heavy. And my dick was still rock solid even after coming so tremendously hard. I knew I could give more of what my daughter wanted and to be honest I was really, really wanting to.