Talk and get a blowjob

When I found Caitlyn in her room, she was still struggling out of her wet shirt, although she’d already managed to get her shoes and tiny skirt off.

“Here, let me help,” I offered, and assisted my daughter out of her cum-stained top.

“Thanks, Daddy,” she said. “So, Mom sent you up here to give me a ‘talk,’ huh?” she asked knowingly, giving me a smirk.

I grinned at her. “She did. Now, I’m going to tell you exactly what I think about your behavior, just like she wants,” I said.

Caitlyn raised an eyebrow, but I was still grinning at her. I took Caitlyn gently by the shoulders and moved her over towards her bed, then turned her around and bent her over, while I undid my fly and pulled my dick out.

My oldest daughter giggled, then reached back to hold her labia open for me as I slid into her. Caitlyn’s pussy was so full of cum that my prick slid right in with no resistance at all. As I fucked my pretty daughter from behind, I chatted with her, although not the way her mother had expected.

“Very cute style for the pubes; I like it,” I told her.

“Thanks, Daddy,” she replied, sighing as I drove my cock into her.

“You know, you need to figure out how to talk to your mother,” I advised my daughter. “I know you’re growing up, that you’re a woman now, and that you can be trusted to make your own decisions and come and go without checking in with your parents. But your mom hasn’t figured that out yet.”

“Can’t you talk to her?” Caitlyn asked me, reaching back between her legs to fondle my balls.

“I’ve told her what I think about it, but this is between the two of you. It has to come from you if it’s going to really make an impact,” I counseled my daughter.

“Okay, if you think so, Daddy,” Caitlyn accepted, then we quieted down so focus on fucking.

After a few minutes, Caitlyn moaned softly and her body shivered as she came. When she did, her arms wobbled and she fell forward onto her bed, getting cum all over the coverlet. I followed her down, fucking her sloppy pussy from behind for a few more minutes before I grunted and added another load to the many already inside her warm snatch.

After I’d finished, I pulled out and stood up with a contented sigh. Seeing how messy my crotch was with all the cum that had rubbed off on it from Caitlyn’s pussy and ass, I gave her a little pat on the shoulder.

“Katy, sweetheart, could you lick this cum off me? If I took a shower, there’s no way I could convince your mom we were just up here ‘talking,'” I said with a conspiratorial grin.

Caitlyn laughed. “Of course, Daddy,” she agreed, and got down on her knees in front of me. She took my softening cock into her mouth for a long, slow suck, then used her tongue and lips to lips the remaining cum off my crotch.

“Thanks, honey,” I told her when I was mostly cleaned up, putting my dick back in my pants and closing my fly. “You’d better grab a quick shower then hurry down for dinner. Don’t bother getting dressed. You’re late as it is, and it’ll save some time. Your mom certainly won’t mind if you come down nude.”

“Ugh, Joey’s gonna be all over my tits if I go down naked,” Caitlyn protested.

“Well, honey, you have amazing tits,” I reminded my oldest daughter unnecessarily. “You can’t blame your brother for loving those huge puppies. But if you don’t want him to play with them at the table all you have to do is say so. He knows better than to grope you if you tell him not to, especially in front of your mother.”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s not that I mind him touching them,” she told me. “Hell, he can grope them all night, for all I care. But he does it while I’m trying to eat, and makes me spill stuff all over!”

I laughed. “Well, then tell him that: if he doesn’t touch you at all until dinner’s over, you’ll let him fuck your tits. You tell me: do you think he’d go for that deal?”

Caitlyn gave me a considering look. “Actually, yeah. You’re right. There’s no way he could resist that. I never let him fuck my tits.”

“Why not, sweetheart?” I asked her curiously. “You let me fuck them all the time.”

“Yeah, but you always warn me when you’re gonna cum, Daddy. Joey just goes, no warning. If he’s fucking my tits, he could hit me in the eye, or something,” Caitlyn explained.

“Ah, okay; I get it. Can’t you just ask him to warn you?” I asked.

“Don’t you think I have?” she asked, exasperated. “He says he will, but he never does.”

“Maybe he’s learned better manners at college,” I suggested.

“I doubt it,” Caitlyn said bleakly. “We’ll see.”

I left my daugher to get herself cleaned up and headed back downstairs. When I sat down to dinner, my wife looked at me expectantly. “Well?” she asked.

“I really gave it to her,” I assured my wife.

Liz looked satisfied, but I saw Tina look at me suspiciously.

We started getting ready for dinner while we waited for Caitlyn to come down.