The Couch

Heather lounged on her fathers couch. 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 her makeshift bed 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 simple 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.

Sleep had just started to take hold of her when soft footsteps passed through the darkened room. A light flashed from the bathroom before the door closed to a mere crack.

Heather recalled what her father had said earlier in the day about sleeping nude. Curiosity pulled her from the couch. Quickly, quietly, she crept to the bathroom. With a light push the crack in the door became a small gap. She nearly gasped.

Dean stood at the toilet, his fist pumping up and down his large cock. It was longer then average and noticeably thick; a shaft of meat the teen couldn't pull her eyes from.

His daughter joined him as he worked himself towards releasing the days pent up frustration. Her hand slid down her side and gently caressed her skin as it dove between her legs. 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.

It wasn't enough. 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. She needed to be seen. She wanted to be seen. Sexually, erotically. She wanted him to watch her.

"Daddy..."

Dean stopped and looked at the door. He whispered, "Heather?"

"...d-d-daddy..." It came quietly from beyond the main room.

"I'm sorry if I woke you." He pulled at the door, the light from the bathroom flooded out to illuminated the darkened apartment. "I'll just... just... uh..."

Heather lay on her side with a leg in the air. One hand furiously worked her clit while the other reached around to pump two fingers in and out of her tight young ass. She stared at her naked father, stunned as he was in the bathroom door. First she locked eyes with him to be certain he was watching, then her gaze drifted down to rest upon his rigid member.

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

Dean was left speechless at the sight. But despite his inability to speak, honesty and straight forwardness still found their way out. He took a step towards his daughter and again pumped his cock. The wrongness of the situation made it somehow better. She smiled, he was jacking off in front of her and it was making her smile.

It was too much for the man to bear. He grit his teeth as the first rope of cum flew free. It landed somewhere on the floor, a mess to be found later. He adjusted his aim as his orgasm reached its peak, cum shot after cum shot flew free to land on his daughters thighs and side.

Letting someone watch her play with herself was just what Heather needed to really get herself going, but the cum pushed her over the edge. Her body convulsed, she rolled onto her back as her hips bucked, as her asshole tightened, as the wrongness of the situation reached its peak.

"Mmmm fuck!" Hazel eyes rolled back in their sockets as her clitoral **** grew in intensity. Her fresh young pussy, bare, soaked and in plain sight of her father, twitched, spasmed and squirted. The spray of her orgasm covered the floor and Deans feet. 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 was still rigid. He wasn't satisfied yet.