The Bed

Heather curled up her fathers bed. The apartment was warm, heat from the summer day lingered in the air and made a blanket or sheet unnecessary. Instead she pulled down her thong, stretched out across the mattress and pondered the change in her life.

She had resented her father for years, but when he spoke to her on the porch it was like all the lies simply fell away. She knew the truth of what happened between her parents. She didn't know how she knew, but she did. After that she had grown so comfortable around him, to the point where changing her clothes with him in the room didn't seem wrong at all. After that things had gotten more heated, she still couldn't believe she had told him about how much she enjoyed being looked at. The teen wasn't upset that her father was checking her out, but she was excited to see her effect on a handsome man.

Heather lay quiet for a while before her thoughts turned to what she knew to be wrong. She recalled what her father had said earlier in the day about sleeping nude. Curiosity pulled her from the bed. Quietly, carefully, she crept from the bedroom and crossed the apartment.

Dean lay upon the couch, his slumber confirmed by a light snoring. Though the apartment was dark, her night adjusted eyes could still make out some details. He was in good shape, fit. His body wasn't overly hairy, masculine. And his cock lay flaccid between his legs, thick. She had seen the bulge her teasing had created and somewhat knew what to expect, but the teen still wasn't sure how large it would grow.

Honest and straightforward, that was their deal. Despite having nothing to say Heather found herself acting in an honest manner. She squatted next to the couch and slid one hand between her legs while staring intently at her fathers manhood. She started slowly, rubbing and teasing the stiffening nub at the crown of her womanhood. Her pace quickened as a wetness grew in her crotch. Soon enough the girl was rubbing herself rather aggressively, biting her own lip to try and keep silent while she stared at the cock that sired her.

She wanted to see it. To truly see it as it was when it made her. Her fingers dove into her moistened cunt and began to squirm, coating themselves in her desire. She then reached forward, her hand lubricated, and gently gripped her fathers shaft. He lightly moaned, but he did not stir from his sleep.

Heather began her incestuous, nocturnal hand job. First came gentle rubbing, but as Deans tool engorged she felt confident in giving it a more vigorous pumping. Precum leaked from his tip to mix with her own juices and coat his cock in slick fluid. It was longer then average and noticeably thick, a shaft of meat that glistened in what little light the apartment held.

"Heather?"

The voice came quietly. For a moment she thought he was talking in his sleep, but his eyes fluttered open and stared down at her. She froze.

"N-no..." Honesty **** it's way into his speech. "...don't stop. I want you to keep going." It took only a moment for her to smile and return to the task at hand. She pumped her fathers cock with greater intensity.

It wasn't enough for her. She was just as **** to her teasing and flashing as those who watched her and, just like her father, she desperately needed release. Quietly rubbing her clit wasn't enough, she needed more. Heather's spare hand crept down along her hip and slid around her back. She relaxed as she prodded her back door first with one finger, then with two. The teen gasped as she slid her digits up her ass.

"Daddy, daddy I..." Her anal teasing grew in intensity. "...oh daddy I'm- I'm..."

Dean was left speechless at the sight. Watching his daughter finger fuck her own ass was too much for the man to bear. He grit his teeth as a rope of cum flew free. It landed somewhere on the couch, a stain to be cleaned later. The first spurt spurned Heather to pump her hand faster.

Another blast of hot white spunk erupted from Deans cock. It landed straight on his daughters hand and served to further lubricate her efforts. She didn't stop, didn't slow down, he bucked his hips up as a third blast fired out to land in her hair.

Touching her fathers cock and playing with her ass were enough to get Heather going, but seeing him cum was what she needed to push herself over the edge. Her back arched as her lower body began to spasm. She bucked her hips and shook her ass as the feeling overwhelmed her.

"Mmmm fuck!" Hazel eyes rolled back in their sockets as her anal **** grew in intensity. Her fresh young pussy, bare and soaked as it was, twitched, spasmed and squirted. The spray of her orgasm covered the front of the couch. She collapsed thereafter, a quivering nude with a mess between her legs.

A minute later Heather could still feel waves of pleasure wash over her. She opened her eyes and looked to her father, his manhood remained rigid. He wasn't satisfied yet.