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The New House
Date: 7/7/2015, Categories: Fiction, Incest, Written by women, Young, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 91.4, Source: sexstories.com
suddenly smelled the rum on his breath and realized he was almost as drunk as mom and I. I rolled onto my side, feeling the flood of our cum dripping out of my still gaping pussy. A gentle snore came from Dad, and I managed to sit up "Oh my God" I thought. What do I do now? My own father has just fucked me, and even worse, I loved every minute. How can I face him or , oh no, how can I face Mom??" I sat there, listening to my father's gentle drunken snores, and tried to figure out what to do.. The guilt one part of my mind felt only grew as another part of my mind remembered the feel of Dad's cock sliding into me seemingly without end. Even as I tried to figure out what I could say to Mom in the morning, I watched as my hand seemingly of it's own volition, reached out to touch Dad's still semi rigid manhood. In horror, I felt myself grasp his cock, wrapping my fingers around it. I tried to rationalize to myself, "I just want to see how much bigger he is then Dave" but that wouldn't explain why I was slowly starting to stroke his thick meat, feeling it growing harder in my hand, feeling the slow pulse of his blood as it rushed to bring it to full erection again. "It must be ten inches" I thought, at least. In the dark I couldn't see it, but my hand sliding up and down the length of it could feel it getting fatter and longer. I turned, and got on my knees next to him, the movement causing the waterbed to ripple, making his body lift up and down, almost feeling like he was ...