Recovery and more Questions (Common Interests)

As James came down from that unbelievable high, he expected guilt to hit him - but it never did. He found himself panting as he squeezed out the last of his cum into Belle's sock, looking her in the eye as she smiled encouragingly.

Finally he was done, mopping up every last drop of jizz with the now soaked cotton cloth. He pulled the soiled white garment from around his cock, out into the open.

"Let me see!" Belle enthusiastically requested. Amazingly, it felt natural to pass the cum-rag back to its rightful owner. Belle held it near her nose and inhaled deeply, before opening the sock and looking inside.

It was obvious, from the way it hung and it's dark lower half that it was heavy and full with James's cum.

"Oooh," cooed his daughter, "Is that a lot? Does that mean you really enjoyed it?"

James's cock had been thoroughly limp from seemingly emptying his balls and yet every step of this conversation was returning life to it. Was Belle a virgin? Completely inexperienced with sex? She certainly wasn't with porn....

"I loved it baby," he answered truthfully, "It was amazing."

Belle broke into a beaming smile, "I'm glad dad, I had a good cum too. It was fun!"

And with that, she curled up her legs and slipped the spermy sock back onto her bare foot, like it was the most normal thing in the world, before walking off with a swing in her step.

James felt the blood pulsing back to his crotch in response, imagining her delicate toes coated in his sticky seed.

For the next hour or so, Belle was in her room with music blasting - that suited James just fine. He was trying to process what had happened and then, finding that he wasn't weirded out by anything from the encounter, trying to process that.

It was surprising they'd masterbated together. It was new. He would be shocked if any other father and (step)-daughter told him about doing the same. But as he mulled it over, he didn't find it odd that he and Belle had done so. It had felt more than good - it had felt natural. It had felt like what they should be doing.

Weirdly, it felt like what was best for the family, not just for the two of them.

Similarly, he was worried about his wife finding out - but not because she'd think it was infidelity, or perverse, or evil. No, he was more worried that she'd misinterpret the affair as an attempt to seduce her daughter.

No, it was merely two people sharing a hobby, helping each other with it and enjoying it together.

Ok, yes, he did look at Belle sexually. He imagined pinning her down on that sofa and replacing her hand with his cock. He'd even imagined doing it against her will. But, rationally, that was all just part of the fantasy, something to enhance and add to their masterbation. Yes it was sexual, but he wasn't about to fuck Belle - just actively think about doing so in order to be a better wanker. And Belle would hopefully do the same.

No, Amber, as someone who didn't share their interest, would possibly misunderstand and get angry. Upset even.

Women were emotional like that, thought James.

When Belle eventually did come down, she'd ditched the hoodie and was wearing a simple loose top that hinted a bit more at her ample chest. The main change that caught James's eye though was to her leggings - the plain, black, pussy-dampened pair from before were gone, replaced with an old pair that he hadn't seen in years.

She'd evidently bought them before her ass was quite as curvaceous as it was now, and her body stretched the material to the point where it went from dark to translucent.

James's eyes boggled at the sight and he made no attempt to hide his leering.

She just smiled though in acknowledgement and shrugged, "I didn't really have any other options..."

Her eyes twinkled, but her provocation wasn't done there.

"You know, you never answered my question." her eyebrow was raised and she cocked her hip to one side.

"What question?" asked James.

"Which would you fuck?"

There was a pause as the cogs turned in James's head, trying to remember. He was close to grasping it when Belle explained anyway.

"Kim, Kylie or Kendall?"

She seemed to be in a playful mood and her teasing outfit went along with that. Even knowing that she was pushing buttons, he couldn't resist. He slowly looked her up and down again, noticing the slightly shrivelled and crusted sock on one of her feet.

Slowly, his shaft began become engorged again. It didn't take much to arouse him today, with this teenage sex pot constantly doing her best to keep him on edge.

"Remind me what they look like again?" he said. Considering the rewards last time, he was definitely going to see where this lead.

An eye roll was her response but still, she brought out her phone and began tapping, "Well there's Kim-"

"Not Kim." he interrupted firmly, "I thought we already established her sex tape wasn't all that."

Belle looked up sharply to see her father sticking his tongue out at her and winking, before saying, "Besides she's already taken by you and your strap on."

She blushed and quickly looked down, tapping once more,

"Ok, these two - Kylie," she turned the phone towards him and pointed, "and Kendall." she pointed at the other.

Her father inspected them for a while before looking his daughter in the eye, "Show me more of her."

"Dad!" she groaned in a way that was obviously not genuine, even as she turned the phone back to herself and began tapping once more. Finally she held out the phone to him, "There, Kendall."

She began scrolling through pictures at an awkward angle, her phone now upside down to her. James for his part looked on and made the occasional murmured comment, "Nice.", "Good legs.", "Bit slutty."

Belle felt the same squirming inside her that she felt before as her dad objectifed Kendall. It was the squirming feeling she'd had when he'd told her about Julie, or when he'd been stroking himself while looking at her.

Finally she got impatient with having to scroll through pictures upside down, "I wanna see."

From her position leaning back against the kitchen counter, she turned around, away from her dad, almost presenting her tight butt to him. Looking over her shoulder she gestured with her head to him, "Come here."

She laid the phone down on the counter as he approached behind her, tall enough to peer over her head at the screen.

"Closer dad, you need to see!" she protested. He moved in until her head was nestled neatly at his chest. His cock, hot and stiffening in his pants, was now pressing into her peach of an ass, the thin leggings not much of a barrier and his own pants the main obstacle between them.

He tried to fight his arousal but she encouraged him, "I'm glad you're enjoying the photos dad. She's hot, right?"

James croaked out a yes and she lifted the phone up so they could both get a closer look. He tried to ignore the lovely scent of his baby girl, but focusing on the phone and the endless sexy pictures of Kendall Jenner didn't help either. As his hardening cock felt itself rubbing against teenage ass with every inch of growth, it only became more enraged.

Then one picture came up and James, not thinking, involuntarily tapped Belle to stop her scrolling. The only slight issue was that the easiest place for him to tap her was right by his hand - on her ass.

Belle didn't react to the touch, other than to stop scrolling. He could just hear the sound of his heartbeat getting louder, his breathing seemed to be more of a pant in his mind. She'd said nothing. He swallowed hard and then nodded, "Ok."

She began scrolling again and so it began. Every so often he'd lightly tap her rump to stop her scrolling, then make some admiring noises and words about the woman they were ogling, before telling Belle to continue.

Finally a picture came up that made him practically slap his daughter's ass, with a little squeeze thrown in for good measure.

"Fuckin' slut!" he gasped in partial amazement, at Kendall in a full length gown that was so see through she looked naked.

"What an attention whore," he quietly spat and his daughter nodded.

"I know...it's hot right? So would Kendall be your choice?"

"Damn right," grunted James and moved slowly, grinding his now hard dick against Belle's ass. Trapped as she was against the counter, she couldn't escape if she wanted to, "I'd prone bone that little bitch."

Belle was breathing hard at her father's quick transformation into a lust-filled misogynist, at the feel of him now blatantly rubbing off against her body.

"Dad...what's a prone bone?"