Mama Was a Mothertrucker

Daddy gave up being a trucker to stay at home with his daughter while Mama wheeled her eighteen-wheeler back and forth across the country. After flirtation and seduction, Dolly and Daddy get together… But he throws another incestual note into the mixture. Is it hot, or not? You be the judge! For my regular loves, I think y’all are going to like this a lot 😉 For those grading my paper, who knows! 😀 As always, emails comments welcome. xo DG

Mama spent twelve months of the year crisscrossing the country in the cab of her purple eighteen-wheeler. I came to be on one of those trips when she got knocked up in the sleeper of her big rig.

She did not remember what state. Only that he drove a tanker, younger, and as she always added, the best lay of her life.

After I was born, they ran across each other at the same truck stop. She was hauling me around papoose style and Daddy told me he knew I was his immediately. No mistake because he recognized the same polished mahogany hair in a spiked fluff on my tiny head. Then later, as if we needed back up, the same hazel eyes.

“I knew Jovana wouldn’t give up trucking, so I stayed home with you, and she stayed with her real love. Trucking,” he told me later.

I remember traveling with her on my summer breaks. I came back to class with fantastical descriptions of places that were exotic and peculiar to our young imaginations. They would be in awe of real Native Americans that lived on their reservations. I gave credibility to things we would only read about in our textbooks. A geyser that suddenly shot out of the earth nearly two hundred feet high. The concrete jungle of New York City. That was a tough concept for us because we lived in a small town with two, three-story buildings down a short main street.

“Ron was better to stay with you anyhow, Dolly. You know I’m a rolling stone.” She would talk to me in Serbian, a language that always sounded angry. I only spoke it when I had to. Mama moved away from Serbia long ago and never went back, even so, I could meet my grandparents. She had truck driving in her heart, she lived and loved the open road. Even my name, Dolly, was after a part of an eighteen-wheeler.

I never knew her age or his, but I knew he was considerably younger than her. That he looked young made it interesting because when he would pick me up at school, they often mistook him for my brother. He was tall and muscular from demanding work. Even now our hair was still the same color with lush thick curls. Mine was halfway down my back, his neatly trimmed to keep the curls under control.

After all that, Daddy loved Mama and whenever she would be home, they would spend time in the bedroom.

We were an unconventional family, and my friends were either envious, or felt sorry for me. I thought my life was the best and always felt loved.

I had just graduated from high school with honors. A week later he came home from work and asked me to come outside.

“You’re eighteen and it’s time you had your own car.”

“A convertible! Thank you, Daddy! I love you!” I threw my arms around him, and he laughed, hugging me tightly.

He had worked his way up in the excavating company because the owner had taken him under his wing. His office job brought more money and status within the company. He could also take more time off to go on the road with us.

As a long-distance driver, she could be gone weeks at a time. If she had a run across the country, instead of bobtailing it back, she would try to find a load to bring back which could sometimes entail a wait. I decided to take time off before I started school and flew out to meet up with Mama.

Her purple cab, sans trailer, idled a deep rumble out of the two stacks at the curb of the airport. I opened the door, tossed my bag in, and climbed up.

“Mama!” I hugged her, teary-eyed because it had been so long since I’d seen her.

“Sorry I missed your graduation, ​moja ljubav,” she said, her Serbian accent softening. “I really tried to get back.”

“I know. It’s okay. I just miss having you around,” I said, blinking back tears because I didn’t want her to feel bad.

She sniffed. “I took some time off so we can do some shopping and eating around town. Girl stuff.”

“That’s great. Sounds like fun,” I smiled. I really didn’t care what we did, just spending time together was enough for me. “I think Daddy is going to try to fly out and ride back with us.”

“Awh, he is? Damn, I’d love that. I miss him so much,” she said wistfully, her black eyes softening with thoughts of him.

As though she were going to see him now, she reached up and pushed an untidy strand of her hair back into the bun. Her glossy raven hair and big black eyes at times could look like the deepest purple. In the Balkans, it was not an unusual color, but here it was rare.

She has the beautiful dark olive skin that I wished I had inherited. If she was in the sun for any amount of time her skin turned to bronze. I studied her features and it seemed like she never aged. I wondered if she had any men while she was on the road. I know she had to get hit on all the time. I know Dad had been faithful to her. I would have known if he was not.

We spent three days just hanging out together, the first time I can ever remember doing that with Mama. We were going to the airport to pick up Daddy. He was waiting on the curb, and I slipped back into the sleeper, or as I always called it, the playhouse. At eighteen, it was still a playhouse to me.

It contained a full-size bed, drop-down narrow bed, sink, small oven and cooktop, commode, and shower. I sat back there for hours and rocked the roads as I peered out the front and watched the world go by.

Daddy hopped up in the truck. Immediately they were all over each other right on the curb at baggage pickup. They kissed with the intensity of two lovers that had been apart forever. Finally, a horn blared, and they pulled away from each other. Mama’s cheeks were flushed as the diesel lurched off the curb and into traffic.

We grabbed a bite to eat before she pulled into a place with an electric hook up. I called it an early night to give them time together, as alone as we could be. I suspected they would soon forget about me in the corner on the small bunk.

I closed my eyes and breathed deep and even, and I soon heard their murmurs and whispers. Then the rustle of clothing coming off, soft giggles, and stifled moans. I opened my eyes a slit. There was just enough light coming in through the tinted side window to see Daddy’s white skin nearly glow in the dim light, and Mama’s darker legs wrapped around him. They hushed their voices, but the smell of sex was unmistakable, their breathing getting faster and harder was loud in the small space. I watched his ass muscles clench and unclench while he drove his cock into her.

The sudden movement made me quickly close my eyes although there was no way they could see me. When I opened them again, Mama was straddling Daddy. She reached between her legs and wrapped her fingers around his thick cock. He strained up, trying to push his cock into her, but she was in control.

Her head fell back, her long raven hair was loose and flowed down her back to her heart-shaped ass. He grunted and she shushed him but continued to tease him. His hands were on her breasts, not as large as my D cup. Even in the dim light, I could see her nipples were black and some of the largest I have ever seen.

I was eighteen and knew I should not be watching them, but I couldn’t look away. I slowly moved my hand between my legs to my wet pussy and opened my thighs by increments so as not to draw attention.

Suddenly she dropped down and his cock disappeared inside her. He grunted and drove up nearly bucking her off. She rode his cock while he bucked, her breasts bouncing wildly.

I rubbed my clit at the same pace as them. I was inflamed by the hot wild sex my parents were having while I strummed my clit. We were all going to cum together.

Daddy was the first to drive up, Mama began to moan right after that, and I came with them both.

I had to recover quickly. I closed my eyes and drifted off almost immediately.

The next day Mama had to stop at a terminal to pick up a load. She expertly backed the big rig into the dock space and went to check-in. I watched out the windshield from the sleeper, Daddy was in the passenger’s seat.

“Dolly?”

“Hmmm.” I was watching the bustle of trucks coming and going.

“Did you watch us have sex last night?”

I was stunned. I had no idea he could have known.

“Yes,” I admitted.

“Did you like it?”

“Yes.”

“Did you cum?”

“Yes.”

Before I had a chance to apologize, she was climbing back up into the truck again.

“This won’t take long, and we can be off.” She filled out her logbook, and she was right because they gave her the go-ahead that her trailer was loaded, and she began pulling the gears and winding it up to merge onto the highway.

“We’re going to stay at a motel tonight, Dolly,” Daddy said.

“Okay. Can I sleep in the truck?”

“No, you cannot,” Mama said. “It’s not safe in a strange place.”

“But you sleep in here!”

“Yes, I do, but I’m armed.” And that was the end of that conversation.

I slipped into bed early again and they disappeared into the bathroom. I heard giggling then Daddy’s deeper groans.

The bathroom door opened and spilled light into the darkness. Enough I could see them both clearly, naked and aroused. Daddy walked between the beds, and I could have reached out and touched his bobbing cock.

They lay on top of the sheets. He on his back, she kneeled between his wide-open legs. Her long hair curled around her breasts, and she looked like a goddess. Daddy’s cock was standing straight up and jerked and throbbed.

She leaned over, held it in her hands as though she was praying, and began sucking his cock. The bathroom light illuminated their bodies, and I could see everything perfectly. He pulled her hair over her shoulder as though allowing me to watch.

He moaned when his cock disappeared in her mouth. Although she whispered, Daddy made no attempt to be quiet this time.

“Oh god, Jovana, its been so long,” he moaned lustily. “Your tongue rubbing the tip like that then your teeth.” It was as though he were describing it for me. “Yes yes, harder,” he groaned. I watched her nibble his cock like a piece of corn right down the thick shaft. “My balls. You know how I love you sucking on my balls too, baby.”

She laid his cock back on his stomach and petted the underside. It jerked and he moaned as she kept petting up and down the underside, still wet from her mouth.

She nuzzled her mouth on his big balls and sucked one into her mouth. “Oh yeah! Just like that!” His ass lifted off the bed and he dug his heels into the bed and incited, began quickly jerking his hips.

She moaned and he clenched the bedcovers. “The vibrations through my balls and dick when you do that, oh my god,” he gritted. She began moaning louder and deeper, no longer trying to remain quiet.

“Fuck me. Ride me, Jovana. I need to feel your tight cunt squeezing my cock.”

She leaned to kiss him, and he gathered her hair over her other shoulder. “You want me to fuck you hmm.” She whispered. “With your daughter in the next bed?” He groaned. “What if she wakes up and sees us. That would make you hot, wouldn’t it…? Your daughter seeing your big fat Daddy cock.”

“Oh god yeah… Fuck me,” he ground out, as though me seeing his cock inflamed him.

I shuddered at her Daddy cock which dampened my pussy even more. When she mentioned me as though it wasn’t the first time, I came up during their sex was exciting as well.

She straddled him and lowered herself on his cock. He quickly rolled her on her back, spread her thighs wide, and plunged his cock in deep. He put her ankles on his shoulders and fucked her hard. Her tits jerked around on her chest. He leaned over her, supported by her legs, and was in position to drive his cock into her hard and fast.

Their bodies slammed together hard with lewd slurping noises as his cock drove in and out of her wet hole. He thumbed her clit without missing a beat. His muscles tensed, his ass hard-driving,

I was going to cum with them again. My hand was drenched from my dripping cunt.

Suddenly he split her legs, ​came down on her, locked eyes with me and we came together. He watched me cum although I held any movement or sound in. He barked out each pump of his cock into her, watching me as though he were pumping it into me, and knowing I heard them whispering.

I closed my eyes to shut off the intensity. The intimacy with my father. Right then I wanted to be her. To have him on me. In me.

I never opened my eyes again and went to sleep.

More days on the road, more smoldering nights like that, and we were back home. Mama stayed with us for a week longer and I no longer watched them making love. I could no longer watch her sucking his cock. I was not sure what I thought about it because I did not let myself think about it. My head was jumbled.

The atmosphere changed between us after Mama left. I looked at him as a man and I could tell he looked at me just as differently.

Weeks went by and we settled into a routine. We were more intimate. Brief touches, physical closeness that was much more affectionate than normal dad daughter.

He came out from his shower one morning with a towel wrapped around his waist. “What’s for breakfast, baby?” He came up behind me at the kitchen counter. His left hand was on my hip and his body angled towards me.

I looked back over my shoulder and leaned back, my ass pressing into his hardening cock under the towel. “What do you want?” I asked softly.

His fingers tightened on my hip for a moment as he pressed his fully aroused cock into my hip. “Hmm, eggs and sausage?” I nodded. With one last push into my hip, he sauntered over to the coffee pot and poured a mug, almost celebrating how his towel tented out in the front.

Another time he was in his bathroom shaving and I needed aspirin out of his cabinet. I stepped behind him and leaned to retrieve the aspirin. My tits pressed into his back. They pushed harder as I had to reach further to grab the bottle. I had my thin cotton nightie on which did little to obstruct my hard nipples from rubbing on his bare back. We locked eyes in the mirror. “Love you, Daddy,” I said, kissing his shoulder and drug my nipples across his back while I left. I was becoming more brazen.

The most blatant and arousing was when he was taking a shower after he came home from work. I was preparing dinner and heard him calling from his bedroom.

“Daddy?”

“Baby, I forgot a towel, can you grab one for me please?”

I lifted a stack of towels out of the linen closet and went into his bathroom. He was just stepping out of the shower.

“Thank you, moja ljubav,” he said, taking the towel I handed him. I shoved the rest of them on an upper shelf.

I looked. I wasn’t not going to look. I was past that. He took his time drying his upper body, his hair, and arms which gave me time to hunger after his thick swinging cock. It was hardening before my eyes. He had the corner of the towel and dried his check, then cupped his balls and cock in the towel in a seductive display.

“Do you want me to dry your back, Daddy?”

“Mmm,” he murmured, his eyes half-lidded he handed me the towel.

I rubbed the towel from his broad shoulders down over his muscular ass. The next pass glided over the valley between his cheeks. I swiped from the other shoulder down again. The muscles in his ass flexed as I neared. I wanted to get rid of the towel and use my hand, but I was not that brave. Yet.

Many times it was arousing flirtations between us. Sometimes it was just a look, other times it was more seductive.

It was a dance with no beginning and no end… It would either remain as it was, or we would consummate our relationship as lovers.

I was watching television in my room and came out to get something to drink. Daddy was in his recliner, his pants pushed down with his hard cock in his hand. He locked eyes with me while he talked into the phone. After a moment I knew he and Mama were having phone sex. He stroked slower, his palm open and his thumb curved around his cock giving me a clear view. It was shiny with lube that sat on the table next to him. I got back to my room, closed the door, lightly touched my clit, and was cumming hard just that quick.

At first, he was braver than me and would be the one to do the teasing. I enjoyed it and began teasing him in turn.

One morning he walked into the kitchen to find me making breakfast in an oversize t-shirt that did not cover the bottom rounds of my ass. When I turned, my soft smooth pussy lips peeked out. He groaned. I had taken it a step further than he had.

He walked up behind me and kissed me on the neck. I pushed my ass back into him, his thin cotton sleep pants could not contain his hard cock. It slipped in between my ass cheeks just as his arms came around me. I tipped my head to his lips. I took his hand and placed it over my aching breast. He groaned and nipped at my shoulder. He fondled my tits through the thin knit, tugging my nipples longer. My pussy was dripping, and I pushed my ass back harder and his cock slipped between my swollen pussy lips.

He grunted in a deep growl. “You know I want to fuck you, Dolly.” I nodded. “When I saw how you looked at me in the truck, then in the hotel room, I knew we would be together.”

“I want you to fuck me, Daddy.” He groaned louder and nipped harder making his mark on me.

“We will, my sweet.” His breath washed softly across my ear. “Soon. Very soon. I want you to need me more than you’ve ever needed anyone. I want you begging me. And then we will be lovers.”

That only served to inflame me and I became more brazen around him.

He was putting in extra hours at the excavating company and would sometimes come out late and tense. After dinner, I would rub his shoulders and neck trying to get the hard kinks out of his muscles.

“Oh Dolly, that feels so fucking good,” he moaned, circling his head to stretch his neck while I kneaded his shoulder muscles. I had pulled his shirt off and began to rub my hands over his chest. My hands slid down his chest. I leaned over him; my tits rested on his shoulders as my fingers touched the waistband of his slacks.

He turned his hand and kissed a tit through the thin knit tank. “Mmm.” He pulled the neck of my tank down baring my breast to him. “Daddy needs this,” he murmured, latching on to my nipple and sucked. I held my tit, comforting him and he bit my nipple pulling it longer. Suddenly he stopped and pulled my shirt over my tit again.

My pussy was so wet for him. I needed him inside me. I was not a virgin, but I wasn’t experienced. Certainly not like Mama, but I knew I could please him.

We had sandwiches for dinner and did not talk much. He was obviously stressed and tired from work. He then said he had a big project at work that was grueling and apologized.

Another two weeks went by similarly. I had college classes four days a week now and stayed busy studying, but I also worried about Daddy.

I started trying to give him loving comfort when I could. When he came out for breakfast, I was waiting to give him a hug. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my body against him. He would cup my ass and pull me into him, softly moaning as his cock grew hard against my body.

“I wish there was something I could do,” I would whisper.

“Just you here, so close like this… You don’t know what it means, Dolly.”

Mama called every other night and I never saw them have phone sex again after that. They usually had long conversations but never turned sexual.

I curled on the end of the sofa watching a movie when he came home one night. It was late and he looked exhausted. He stopped when he saw me. He took his shirt and shoes off and stretched out on the sofa. He faced me.

“I’m sorry baby but I need you. Need this.” He shoved my shirt up, bared both my tits, and squeezed them together. I moaned softly. “Oh Dolly,” he breathed. “You’re so responsive.”

His mouth opened and covered a nipple, closed his eyes and I watched his face relax as he pulled on my nipple in his mouth. His fingers gripped rhythmically while he sucked rhythmically. I saw and felt his hips join in the same rhythm. He opened his mouth, my tit still filling his mouth, and said, “Oh my god, I’m cumming.” He squeezed my tits together, his face buried in them while his body jerked hard. I felt his deep growl against my chest.

“Damn,” he gasped. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, baby.”

He pushed up and pressed his lips into mine. I wove my fingers through his curls. I dipped my tongue into his mouth to taste him. He moaned, angled his head, and took the kiss deeper. He spoke unintelligible words against my lips. I didn’t care. I just wanted him to keep kissing me.

He stood up and pulled me up against him and began kissing me again. Hotter and deeper. His hand slid in my panties and between my legs. I trembled at his touch. My pussy lips were so sensitive, my clit felt swollen. I groaned into his mouth when His finger slipped inside my wet canal. Two fingers fucked me, and I rocked against his hand. He thumbed my clit and I whimpered.

“Cum for me baby,” he breathed in my ear. “Cum hard for me. Your pussy is so wet. It’s wet for me I know,” he murmured, fucking me faster with his fingers, strumming my clit faster. I rocked faster on his hand. The tension built. I could feel his arm tighten around me knowing I was cumming soon.

Suddenly my vision went black, and a loud staccato moan came out of me while I came on his hand and fingers.

“Oh god baby, yeah.” He held up. Held me against him. I hung on, gasping for breath. “This sweet pussy is mine. I cannot wait to bury myself in you. Deep in your tight pussy. I want to fill you with the seed I made you with.”

He walked me to my bedroom and pulled the covers back. He quickly stripped my clothes, helped me between the sheets and covered me, and kissed me.

“Sleep well, baby. Tomorrow is Saturday. We will have all weekend,” he promised, and I knew that we would soon be joined. I would have my Daddy’s cock in me.

“Daddy?”

“Yes?” he said, still standing next to the bed.

I looked up at him. “That night you and Mama… She said something about your Daddy cock… And how you’d like me to see you hard and sexy.” I saw him swallow hard. “It was as though you had talked about me before?”

He sat on the edge of the bed. “Your Mama always thought we would become close because she was gone so much. She never believed me when I told her we weren’t.” He picked up my hand his rough thumb stroked the backs of my fingers.

“At first I told her she was nuts. You were my daughter and that was sick. How could she even think that? This last time, once you turned eighteen, she saw what a beautiful and sexy woman you were now. I didn’t see it yet, but you and I were together every day, and we notice less.”

“She talked about me with you this last time then?”

“Yes. She kept teasing me by pointing out how your tits were even bigger than hers. She knows how much I love big breasts.” The sheet had worked lower when he sat down, and the edge barely covered my nipples. He gazed at them for a while. “So, then I did start noticing and when I did you made me hard, and of course she noticed that.”

I took a deep breath and the sheet slipped enough to just bare my nipples. They hardened while he watched. “Then what did she say to you?” I asked.

“She fantasized aloud how I might seduce you which filled my head with all kinds of obscene visions. And then I began looking at you during the trip, obsessing more like it.”

“What were you doing to seduce me,” I whispered, my pussy tingling and wet again.

“Your Mama suggested I could slip into bed with you in the middle of the night. She was the one that suggested the shower,” he smiled. I slowly blinked and smiled.

“That’s why she was so loud when we were fucking in the motel room, so you could watch. Funny thing was, she had no idea you were. Later she told me you must have been out like a light.”

“Those moments were between us, baby.” He twisted a nipple between his fingers and tugged it longer. “Actually, she wanted me to fuck you the week she was here, but I wanted to keep that between us. If it did happen.” I nodded, glad that he did keep it our secret. He repeated on the other nipple, and I hissed.

“I’m so wet again,” I whimpered. “And you’re hard.” I glanced down.

“Yes, moja ljubav, but we have time. Time to do anything you want. Anything we want. I will be yours.” He leaned over and kissed me, gently dipping his tongue in to taste me before backing away. “Good night, baby.”

 

~~~

 

It seemed like minutes later but was precisely three hours that Daddy was back in my room. The light was on. His face was haggard. His eyes were red-rimmed. He was wearing his sleep pants and he loomed over my bed.

“Wake up, Dolly.”

“I am,” I mumbled trying to clear the cobwebs from my mind and focus on him.

He sat on the edge of my bed and helped me sit up. I was waking up and I could tell by his face it was bad. My mind raced and I knew it was Mama.

“She’s dead.”

I saw the flash of surprise cross his face, then back to the pain and he nodded.

“She was in a fatal accident in her truck tonight.”

~~~

The next month was a blur. It took time to get her body back to us. Then time to get her family over from Serbia. I finally met my grandparents under the worst of conditions, but I was able to serve as their interpreter while they were here.

Daddy was exhausted. His work had given him all the time off he needed, but he did go into the office for a few days because I encouraged it. He needed to get away. He walked around in a trance when he was here.

I had to reconcile that I was not going to get another phone call from her. I would never see the country with her in her big purple truck again. And she would never walk through the door again.

It seemed like forever, but it was only two months that finally everyone was gone, all the paperwork done, and life resumed in a new normal for us. We had long ago quit our seductive game and I didn’t know if we would ever get back to it again.

The day she was killed was the weekend we planned to become lovers and now that was in the back of my mind. Maybe had Daddy and I not started our seduction, Mama would not have been killed.

I did miss the affection from him. I think we both needed it more than ever, but I was hesitant because I didn’t want him thinking it was sexual. That would only put more pressure on us both. But I had to take the chance. I needed him and I know he needed me.

“Daddy, what do you want for breakfast?” I asked just as I always did before. I put my arms around his middle, laid my head on his chest, and hugged him. He only ran the flat of his hand up and down my back a couple of times, but it was a step.

“I don’t care, my love.” My love. Mama used to say that to me in Serbian; moja ljubav.

“Okay, sit down and I’ll get your coffee.”

Not dressed yet, he wore his drawstring sleep pants. He had not noticed the fly gaped and exposed his semi-hard cock that nestled against his balls. It caused my pussy to tingle and dampen my panties. For the first time in a long time, I felt anything beyond grief.

I had gone back to not caring what I wore, so I hadn’t worn anything sexy recently either. I wished I had. I wish I had enough nerve to drop to my knees in front of him, open his pants and take his cock into my hands. I wanted to reach in with my other hand and weigh his balls on the tips of my fingers while his cock grew hard in my hand.

I wanted to hear his breathing change. The low vibrating rasps. I wanted his hips to rock when I slowly stroked his cock and thumbed the precum over the head. I needed to see, feel, and hear the pleasure he was feeling. I wanted to feel his throbbing hardness in my mouth. I wanted precum to gather on my tongue.

Had we gone on that night and had sex I was sure I would feel braver. Or maybe just more confident.

I brushed against him when I served the bacon and eggs. And leaned over him, pushing my tit into his shoulder when I refilled his coffee. He didn’t rebuke me, but he didn’t reciprocate either.

I filled my plate at the stove and turned to sit down. That’s when I noticed his cock was now fully hard and had pushed out of his pants. I looked at him and he seemed unaware and was eating with little enthusiasm.

That evening I relaxed on the sofa when he came in. I held the movie just as the sexier scenes appeared.

“Did you eat?” He nodded, taking his jacket and tie off. He unbuttoned his shirt. “Come over here with me, Daddy. Relax.”

He looked as though he was going to sit in his recliner but reconsidered and stretched out on the sofa with his head in my lap. He faced the television to watch the movie and I put my arm over him, my hand resting on his bare chest where his shirt gaped open. I lightly played with his hair and softly ran my fingers down the side of his face.

The movie was working into steamier scenes and my panties were getting soaked. I squirmed and pressed my thighs together. He rolled back and his head was against my tits. I began to run my fingers through the curls on his chest down to the point where his shirt buttoned.

My nipples were hard and poked into him and he very gently rocked his head against them. I tried to reach further into his shirt but was hampered.

He rolled back a bit more and unbuttoned, pulling his shirt open. He also rolled his hips back enough I could see the bulge in his pants. He placed my hand on his chest again.

His skin was hot, and his belly jerked when I lightly trailed my fingertips down to the waist of his pants, then back up. Erratic breathing moved his chest convulsively. His stomach began to suck in when I trailed across the edge of his waistband. His responses were hot and desperate.

The movie scenes were graphically erotic now. He caught my hand, flattening it on his stomach and slipping my fingers between his hot skin and pants. I had to lean more, and he turned his head accepting my nipple into his mouth. He moaned and pulled my shirt up to expose my tit to him.

His zipper opened and he guided my hand into his pants and over the hard ridge of his cock. As though he needed to control, he kept his hand on mine and squeezed my fingers around the fiery hot shaft. He shoved his pants down and rolled so he was now facing my tits and I could easily reach him.

He squeezed my tit and sucked the long nipple into his mouth. “Oh my god Daddy, that feels so good,” I breathed. It had been so long. I fantasized we could make it back to this again.

He groaned and tugged my nipple with his teeth while he still controlled my hand on him. I didn’t care because I knew why he was hesitant in letting go. I was too. He opened his legs and pushed through my hand. He tightened his grip on mine and thrust faster. He sucked more of my tit into his mouth, his mouth and nose pushing into the softness. His groaning vibrations ran a static line of arousal right down to my cunt.

‘Oh yeah,” he shouted, his voice muffled into my breast. His cock throbbed hard, and he grunted each pump of his seed. “Fucking hell,” he mumbled, his face still nuzzling my tits.

He pushed up to his knees and pulled my legs onto the sofa, then pulled my shorts and panties off baring my cunt to his lusty eyes. He pushed one leg on top of the sofa, the other onto the floor. I couldn’t’ have been any wider open to him.

“Dolly, you’re beautiful.” His breath washed over my wet slit. He pulled and plucked at my sensitive cunt lips with his teeth, and I moaned and pushed into his face. His nose teased my clit and he nibbled up and down my fat lips.

“Ohhhhh,” I whimpered. My own voice sounded alien to me. I had not come in so long and I needed him for so long my arousal was out of control. My hips jerked quickly of their own volition. I panted needing him to touch my clit, but he avoided all but with brushes of his nose. His thumb pushed on my ass rhythmically while his teeth were chewing and nibbling on my cunt.

I reached down to touch my clit, but he moved my hand away and continued to tease. I was wound so tight with tension, it bordered on pain. I thrust my hips. Just need a touch of his tongue to my clit. I sobbed as his tongue ran up and down my silky wet pink slit. I felt his fingers on me. Poised at my entrance.

I moaned for them. I needed more. I was going out of my mind and a long low whine came out my lips. Just as he began flicking his tongue across my clit, he pushed two fingers into my sopping wet canal.

My vision went black, and fireworks shot off in my head. His hands were on my tits twisting my nipples adding waves to my already undulating body. My toes were clenching, cramped. In an almost painful throb in my body, all the tension exploded, and it was like I was free-falling off a cliff. I heard my own wail but didn’t know where it came from.

Before I could recover, Daddy sat back on the sofa and pulled me over to straddle his lap. He had my shirt off and held me tight against his chest. I buried my face in his neck and savored his maleness.

“Oh baby,” he said, rocking back and forth. My nipples rubbed on the matt of hair on his chest and the flame flared again.

I moved so I was cross-legged with my legs behind him. I moved closer so his cock nestled into my open cunt. His face was in my neck, he held me so tightly against him again that I could not move. It was emotional for us both, but especially for him.

He had no one to make love to anymore but me and I know he would struggle with that, the rightness of it. It was complex before Mama died, but now… Everything was different.

I held his head to me, weaving my fingers through his thick curls. I don’t know how long we sat like that. Minutes. Forever.

He finally leaned back and looked at me. He brushed hair off my face, and I saw his eyes were red-rimmed. It may have been uncomfortable for him, but my legs remained tightly wrapped around him.

He looked into my eyes. “This isn’t right, Dolly. I shouldn’t depend on you for my needs.”

“You’re not. We would have done this before she… left.” I stumbled over the word. “You weren’t using me as a replacement then. This has nothing to do with her.” I stated. “It never did,” I added truthfully. “It has always been between us.”

It was a long moment before he said, “You are too wise, moja ljubav.”

I leaned forward to brush my lips on his and my nipples just brushed his chest. I heard and felt his sharp intake of breath across my lips. I angled my head and began to kiss him with a passion. I ate at his mouth and stroked my tongue in and out. I could tell he was holding back, but I didn’t care. I rubbed my nipples across the abrasive hair and tongue fucked his mouth. I felt the stirring of his cock against my cunt.

He groaned and pulled me against him and returned the wet and hot kiss. He squeezed my tit and twisted my nipple. I moaned in his mouth for more. His cock unfurled more and pressed against my wet folds, and I rocked my hips. The passionate kiss inflamed us both again.

“I need you inside me, Daddy,” I begged.

Suddenly he pulled away from our kiss, from me, and leaned back on the sofa. “I don’t know if I can do that, Dolly. Do not ask that of me yet. I am not ready. I don’t know if I ever will be.”

I blinked back tears at the rejection.

“Baby don’t cry. It’s me. To fill you with my cock is the ultimate for me. We will be joined and as close as a man and woman can be. I can eat your sweet pussy, I can make you cum on my tongue and mouth and using my hands, but no more yet.”

I nodded. Understanding it wasn’t a rejection of me. He of course still loved Mama and although a dalliance between us when she was alive wasn’t right, now that she’s gone sheds another light on it. Even if she did encourage it, the fact that she was no longer around changed so much.

I had a short break from school and with his consent, I went through her things and cleared them all out. He agreed to new paint and to let me redecorate his bedroom.

Our house was just stuff because Mama didn’t have a shadow of an interest in decorating the house. I never noticed it before but began to look at our house with a new eye.

“Dolly, let’s go find some new bedroom furniture this afternoon.” I suspected he was looking around with the same eye. It was time for changes.

We were walking through the furniture store and Daddy pointed out a leather love seat he would like for his bedroom. It had a gas fireplace, and he was having someone come in to check it so it could be used.

“Your brother has exquisite taste,” one of the cute young girls said.

“He does,” I said, smiling.

She lurked as we walked through the store. When we walked through the beds, I put my arms around his waist and whispered, “Which one do you want me to spread for you in?”

“Mmm,” he moaned softly, looking down at me. “My naughty girl.” We kissed, and I moaned in his mouth. His hand moved to cover my breast and squeeze and I arched into it. “You’re going to get us thrown out of the place,” he grinned, patting my ass.

I turned to point out another bed and saw she stood glued to the floor, her cheeks flushed, her eyes lusty. I guess incest can be a turn-on for others too, I thought to myself, smiling.

We stopped for paint and food. With both of us painting, we had the bedroom knocked out by that evening late.

“Wow, it looks so different already,” he said, looking around.

The next day the furniture arrived. He had the bed moved to a different place in the room, the leather loveseat in front of the fireplace, dresser, and bureau against the far wall.

I made him leave the room because I had already chosen all the bedding, draperies, and pillows and wanted him to see it complete.

It was all about natural colors in the faux fur and suedes. Masculine black lamps sat on each bedside table. A soft brown throw and pillows would make the loveseat cozy. Oversize pillows of the same faux fur and suedes leaned against the heavily carved headboard, throws tossed over the matching footboard. The colors and textures were warm and seductive.

I even purchased new thick fluffy towels for the bath and two robes in hopes I could wear one eventually.

I lit the candles that breathed a light sandalwood scent into the air and dimmed the lamps. I took one last glance around and called him in.

He opened the door, stepped in closing the door behind him, and leaned on it. “Wow, Dolly it doesn’t look like the same room.”

“And no ruffles or lace,” I grinned.

He ran his hand over the soft fur bedspread. “No baby, it’s very sexy. Erotic.” I was thrilled to hear the words.

He walked around taking in every detail and wandered into the bathroom. “I just can’t believe what you’ve done here, moja ljubav.”

He opened his arms and I stepped into them. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my face close breathing deeply to take in his scent. My panties were dampening from his hard body, his scent, that low vibrations in his throat.

“I was getting ready to shower,” he said. I stepped back to leave, but he grabbed my hand. “I wondered if you wanted to join me. You can wear that robe hanging in there next to mine.” I swallowed hard and nodded. He pulled the shirt over my head baring my breasts to him.

“Dolly, your breasts are just so beautiful. I’ve always loved them big, and my daughter has blessed me with the biggest ones I’ve ever had the privilege of having in my hands.” He fondled, caressed my ample tits, and began twisting my nipples like I loved. I moaned, feeling more wetness.

I pushed his shirt off, hooked my fingers in the waistband of his sport shorts, and tugged them down. They dropped in a pool at his feet. His thick cock hung heavily against the fat balls. He pushed my shorts off and looked me up and down.

“I love that you keep your pussy smooth. I know you love what I do to those soft smooth lips with my teeth.” I moaned and nodded. He adjusted the shower and pulled me under that warm spray.

Water coursed between our bodies. It was so sensual as the pinpricks set my nerve endings on edge. His hands followed and I shuddered as I became more inflamed. He slid a bar of soap over my body followed by his hand to rub it in. He took more time on my tits, soaping, caressing, and pinching.

Lathered fingers slipped between my legs and my ass. Again, his finger pressed against my rosebud rhythmically but did not breach.

I lathered my hands and ran circles over his chest and down his stomach leaving a trail of bubbles. I rubbed my tits on his slick chest and giggled. He grinned and held me against him, and we wiggled. His hard cock trapped between us jerked as I ground my mound into it.

I stroked the hard shaft and cupped his balls in my soapy slick hand. I ran my hand from his balls back and he slowly blinked, and his lips parted.

“I love your body,” I murmured, running my hands over his body. The movement of his muscles just below his skin, the abrasive curls across his chest hiding tiny nipples that hardened to my touch. The hair narrowed into an arrow pointing down and leading right into the nest of curls at the base of his cock.

I could hear him breathing harder and my fingers and hands continued to explore his body. I looked up at his half-lidded eyes, heavy with hunger. A hunger that I could appease. That power was an aphrodisiac to my young mind. That I could have command of his pleasure.

We locked eyes and he knew immediately that I had a moment of illumination. “Dolly…” he started, then trailed off knowing there was nothing he could say to his daughter’s sudden understanding of her womanhood.

He pulled the showerhead down and began rinsing our bodies. The bubble trailed down our bodies and swirled around the drain. He pushed me against the wall and pulled my leg around his hip. His cock prodded me; his balls hung against my mound.

He smiled and adjusted the shower head and waved the coursing water between my legs as though he were painting. I sucked air between my teeth when the rhythmic squirt of water washed across my clit.

“Feel good, baby?” he smiled, seeing the intensity of the stimulation on my face. He moaned. “Feels great on my balls too.”

My fingers dug into his shoulders as the pulsating water on my clit ratcheted me higher and higher.

“Oh my god,” I wailed, the pounding of the water on my clit was mind-blowing. His body trapped me against the wall to help support me. I shuddered in his arms and cried out a long and loud orgasm that was an intensity I had never had before.

I collapsed in his arms my cunt still quivering in the waning orgasm.

“Daddy…”

He wrapped us in the warm soft bathrobes, led me to the loveseat. The fire was already blazing. He wrapped his arms around me, and we kissed. Long and loving kisses.

I felt freer since the room was cleared of Mama’s things. Whether that was good or bad of me, I didn’t’ stop to think about it. She was gone and we were here.

We kissed on and off and watched the fire. My robe gaped open with my every movement, and I caught him looking.

“They’re yours. Whenever you want them.” I knew how much he loved my tits and I loved how sensitive he was making them.

“Oh Dolly, you do know.” He slipped his hand in my robe and began toying with my nipples. I gasped. “You love it too. Perfect.”

I pushed my robe back off my shoulders and dropped to the floor between his legs. His robe was open, his cock standing up in his lap. He spread his legs wide, I leaned up and wrapped my tits around his cock. He groaned.

“Oh my god, you know how to drive me crazy already don’t you,” he gritted. He rocked his hips stroking up through my tits. I pinched my nipples together while he fucked the firm globes. I licked the tip of his cock every time he stroked through, and he grunted.

He pushed my hands away and took both my nipples in his fingers and began to thrust up again.

“These fucking tits. I cannot get them out of my mind. I think about you at work. I can’t wait to get home to you. I want your soft body underneath me. I want your tits all over my body and I want to suck the nipples into my mouth like a lifeline.”

Precum was leaking out of the tiny hole and down the hot shaft, lubricating his strokes. He pinched and drove up through. I could tell by his intensity he was close to cumming, and I pulled back. He opened his eyes, moaning painfully.

I wrapped my lips around the fat head of his cock and licked the precum off the shiny skin.

“Oh fuck, Dolly. Yeah, suck my cock. Dammit, you make my balls ache.”

I held the skin down tight at the base and sucked him into my mouth. He rocked wanting to fuck my mouth. I held his balls in my other hand and played with them, slipping my thumb back to put pressure on his rosebud.

He wove his fingers through my hair to hold my head. I knew he was working his way back to orgasm quickly and let him fuck my mouth at his pace. I sucked on and felt his shaft sliding past my lips. I continued to work on his balls and ass.

“Unnnnggggggg,” he moaned, starting low and increasingly louder. His cock flexed hard, he drove the head into my throat and shot load after load of seed down my throat. “Ung ung,” he grunted loud with each pump.

He collapsed back. “Motherfucker,” he gasped, opening his eyes to look at me. “That was the hardest I’ve ever cum.”

“Really?” In a perverse way, I liked hearing that I sucked him better than Mama.

“Ohyeahhhhhh.” He looked at me for a moment and said, “I probably shouldn’t say this…”

“Go on,” I encouraged.

“You are the best, Dolly.” And you haven’t even fucked me yet, I thought, smiling to myself.

“I am? Better than her?”

He nodded. “She was a taker. She took her own pleasure. You give.”

“You give too,” I said, remembering the shower.

“Yes. We do.”

“Can I stay in your bed tonight?”

He stared into the fire for a moment before he answered. “I think that’s not a good idea. I can’t guarantee that I can control myself when your beautiful body is next to mine.” I could not help the disappointment on my face. “Baby, you don’t know the power you have over me, do you. It’s all I can do to keep control when you’re around.”

I nodded. Understanding, but not understanding.

Weeks went by and I stayed busy with college and finals. Daddy kept his distance knowing I did not need any distractions.

On the first day of summer break, he came home from work and said, “Do you have any plans for the next couple of weeks?”

“Nope.” We had talked about painting other rooms of the house and redecorating and I thought he wanted to begin those projects.

“Good, because my boss just offered me his cabin for the next two weeks.”

“Really?!” Getting away sounded so wonderful to me I didn’t ask or care, where we were going.

I jumped up and hugged him. He held me against his body. It went from excitement to arousal as soon as I felt his hard body against mine.

“So, you’re happy,” he mumbled his mouth on my neck. I moaned in response.

“Oh Daddy, yes very happy,” I said softly near his ear.

Because of college, it had been several weeks since we were intimate, and his hardness grew against my belly. He slid his hands down my back and cupped my ass. My tight shorts had ridden up and he mostly had my bare ass in his hands.

“Mmm, you make me very happy Dolly.” He pulled me into him.

“You’re hard,” I whispered and pushed my mound against him.

“Always around you.” He pushed my shorts higher and splayed his hands on my ass. “You know this drives me crazy.”

“Oh?” I rubbed my tits against his chest. “I thought these drove you crazy?”

“Mmm, yessss they do. You’re a good daughter you know.”

“Am I?”

“Yes, you take loving care of your Daddy.”

I leaned back and looked into his sultry eyes. “And you take loving care of your daughter.”

Our relationship had evolved again. It took time after our loss. We had to get through the grief and find out way back to each other. We were finally on the right path.

“I love you,” I whispered against his lips.

He groaned quietly and kissed me. “I love you too, baby.”

“Are you hungry?” Just remembering I hadn’t started anything for dinner.

“Always. For you.”

“Oooooo,” I flirted. “Is that right?”

“Oh god, I can’t wait to get to the cabin with you. We both need to get away.”

Just the thought of us being alone at the cabin sent a little thrill through me. There was one thing I planned to accomplish during that time, and I set about to make my plan.

~~~

“I cannot believe you brought all this luggage for a two-week trip,” he grumbled.

“I had a lot of things to consider. Weather and all that!”

“Whatever. It’s all loaded. Let’s go!”

It was a six-hour trip up into the mountains. The cabin was rustic and perfectly sized. I was happy to see the huge stone fireplace with a roomy sectional in front of it. Floor-to-ceiling windows banked the fireplace. The kitchen was a nice size and tomorrow we would go to the local grocery and stock up.

I helped Daddy with the suitcases, dropping one off in his room first. We both ooohed and ahhhed at the massive timber four-poster bed. His room had the same type of stone fireplace at the foot of the bed.

My room was smaller without a fireplace, but a magnificent view out the sliding doors that went out to a balcony.

It was getting cooler, so he got the big fireplace lit and I peeled off layers of clothes. I still had long stretch knit pants on and a long-sleeved shirt.

We brought enough food for a couple of days until we could go shopping, so I began to heat the soup and make the sandwiches. We ate them in front of the blazing fire.

“Phew, that fire makes it warm,” I said, fanning myself.

Daddy sat next to me on the sectional with his arm across the back. I looked and he was grinning at me. “I told you that you were overdressed.”

“I thought I’d be cold,” I pouted.

He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me back to lay against him. His arm came around my upper chest, his hand tucked under my arm. I put my hand on his thigh and tipped my head back, watching the flames through slit eyes.

“This is so nice,” he whispered in my ear. That was all it took for my nipples to come to attention and my panties to dampen.

“Mmm, it is,” I murmured, turning my head so we could kiss.

“Oh baby, you turn me on like no one else ever has,” he growled.

“Even Mama?” I finally had to ask.

“Jovana was a wildcat in bed. I will never forget the night you were conceived… In fact, that’s what I think made you so sexy now,” he chuckled. “I was young, and she managed to keep me hard almost all night and I lost count of how many times I ejaculated inside her. Of course, being older she was experienced and knew how to work a man.”

“I wish she would have taught me some of that,” I muttered. “I want to hear more.”

“Are you sure you want to hear all this?”

“Yes! Tell me about you and her. Remember I watched you fucking.”

“Oh yeah, how could I forget. When I looked over and saw your big round eyes watching us, I almost came right then. I guess I should have been embarrassed by my daughter watching her mom and dad fuck, but it was nothing but ball aching arousing for me.” He was silent, obviously thinking back on it. “Your mom never knew you watched. I never told her.”

“It was our secret.”

“It was.” His fingers wandered under my shirt. “Damn, your skin is hot baby.”

“I know! I told you.”

He grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it up over my head. I leaned back against him again and he put his arm around me again.

“Mmm, this is much better anyhow,” he said softly, looking over my shoulder at my tits.

“I know my tits were bigger than hers.”

“Yeah, much bigger. You take after my mom. She had tits just like yours.” His parents had passed on years before and I never got to meet them. “Big nipples just like yours,” he said, gently teasing them.

“You saw them?” I asked incredulously.

“Well yeah,” he said, hesitantly.

Suddenly I was understanding. “You and your Mama had a relationship?”

“Yes.”

“Oh my god, that’s so hot, Daddy!”

I felt his deep breath and felt the vibration of his groan. “No baby, you’re so hot.”

My arousal increased and dampened another notch. “Tell me about it?”

“You’re really putting me through it aren’t you, my girl.”

“Dad had been sick for nearly all of my high school years and the running of the household was up to Mom. I was the only one and never caused her any problem.”

“What did she look like?”

“Mmm, she was beautiful. She had the darkest auburn hair that glinted red fire in the sunshine. Her skin was clear white and even at her age she had a few freckles sprinkled across her nose.” He smiled.” She hated them.”

He moved his arm, so he had better access to my breast.

“She was tall, Rubenesque people would call her now, but it was more that she had a shapely figure than overweight. Her breasts….” He petted mine and thought back. “Were almost exactly like yours. Only her nipples were long. I used to compare them to baby bottle nipples,” he laughed.

“I was held back because of my age, so I ended up being eighteen when I was a senior. Dad had to go into a rehab center. Things didn’t change much because Mom already took care of everything.”

“One day I was helping her hang sheets out… We lived out in the country, so no one lived near us at all. Mom had a sleeveless cotton blouse on and every time she would bend to get something out of the basket, her huge breasts would swing and sway. I could see them because the armhole on her shirt was gaping as she moved. Like a peek-a-boo show.”

I closed my thighs and pressed them together. Between his words and his hands on me, I was unbelievably aroused.

“Go on!”

He laughed. “Easy. I’ll tell you it all.” He twisted my nipples so I would moan. “I hadn’t dated much and was a virgin. That peep show had my cock hard and throbbing and growing down the leg of my shorts… And Mom saw it.”

“Ronnie, look at you. My son is all grown up,” she smiled, not taking her eyes off the clearly visible head of my cock. She asked if seeing her tits did that and she unbuttoned her blouse and asked if I wanted to touch them.”

“Mmm,” I moaned softly knowing how hot it was for him then and talking about it now.

“In retrospect, I should have known that it had been a long time since Mom had sex. My Dad was sick for many years, and she was likely as turned on as I was.”

“At eighteen you wouldn’t have processed all that,” I said, understanding.

“Exactly, you’re way more worldly than I was at your age. Anyhow, Mom led me between the flapping sheets, turned, and exposed her breasts to me. My balls ached hard once and I came in my pants right then and there. I stood there humiliated with cum running down the inside of my leg into my shoe.”

“I ran into the house and slammed my bedroom door. Mom came in and sat on the edge of the bed. When I opened my eyes, she hadn’t put her shirt on and was still bare-breasted. They were close. So close. She asked if I wanted to touch them, ignoring that I had just made a fool my myself by shooting my wad in my pants.”

He pulled his sweater over his head. We watched the fire for a while, the flames were flickering low. I turned and he put his arm around my back, and I put my arm around his shoulders. My bare breasts pressed into his side and chest.

“Mmm,” he whispered, using his left hand to rub my nipple on his curls. I gasped softly.

“Go on…”

He smiled. “Okay… She asked if I wanted to touch her tits and she took one of my hands, running it over her soft firm tits, then palming her nipples. I was surprised at the sensation of how hard and rubbery they were, but soft. She taught me how to caress and fondle her tits, how to pinch and twist her nipples. She taught me how she got her nipples so long, by pulling them like that every day.”

“Really?” He nodded.

“She told me that what I was doing got her excited. My high school friends were a wealth of information and shared it with me. I made up what I shared with them,” he laughed.

“Then she taught me how she liked her nipples sucked. How to knead her breasts while I did it. How to use my teeth and lips. I was in heaven. Lost in those big tits. I was eighteen so I was hard again of course. She noticed it and comment on how he was back. Then she put her hand up the leg of my shorts and squeezed it. I nearly went through the roof. I would have cum again if I had not already a short time ago.

“She told me how Mom loves my cock and asked me if her son liked her tits. She kneeled on the bed and pulled my pants down, then told me to take my shirt off. I was naked and aroused in front of my mom and I didn’t care. The only thing I did care about was seeing her the same.”

“I told her I wanted to see her naked. She stood on the bed, straddled my waist, pushed her shorts and panties down. She stepped out one foot at a time and stood spread legged over me. Her cunt was thick red curls, and I could barely see her pussy.”

He stopped and turned my head for a kiss. We kissed passionately and he pulled me on his lap. I felt his hardness against my hip, through his pants and mine.

“She said to me, Ronnie, I want you to fuck me. Do you want to? I could only nod and she dropped to her knees, her cunt over my cock. Then she said, Are you a virgin? And I hesitated thinking if I said I was, she might not fuck me. But I admitted that I was. Then she said, I’m going to give you a real good time then baby, and she slowly lowered her wet cunt down my shaft and ground down taking it deep.”

“Mmm, Daddy, this is so hot,” I whispered. My head was on his shoulder, my lips brushed his neck. He was trembling when he pulled me against him. “I want you to pull them long so they’re like Grandma’s nipples.”

“Oh god, Dolly,” he said. “You are just like your grandma.” He started twisting and tugging at my nipples and went on.

“I bucked like a wild man underneath her. I gave her a ride I’m sure she never forgot because she started cumming and kept on cumming. It built up inside her for so long. I squeezed her tits while she bounced, her head was tipped back, and she wailed loud enough I was glad we didn’t have neighbors.”

“It was good that we didn’t’ have neighbors because from then on, we rarely wore clothes. Mom was always horny, and of course my teenage cock was always at the ready, and we fucked in every room of the house several times over. Outside, front porch, back porch, gazebo.”

“After I’d graduated and got a job, I came home from work early one afternoon and saw a car in the driveway.”

“I had intended to tell her that day that I’d signed up for truck driving school and would have to go away for a while. I opened the door and didn’t see anyone around. That’s when I heard voices from her bedroom. I looked down the hall and her door was open. The voices were louder as I got closer, and I braced myself that she had found another man. One with more experience that could take care of her.”

I reared my head back to look at him.

“I stood in the doorway and saw them on top of the sheets. Their legs tangled together, and they were moaning, rocking against each other. Then I saw the long black hair spread on the bed, then a flash of tit. They were grinding their pussies together, inflamed and getting hotter, so they didn’t see me. I could not take my eyes off them. I was mesmerized.”