“You know, I’ve been thinking about this a lot.”
“Yeah?” he barely spoke.
“Mm-hmmmm,” she hummed as she slurped him back into her mouth, then pulled back off. “I’ve thought about doing all kinds of nasty, dirty things. Have you ever thought that, Daddy?” Hannah asked as she slowly pumped his cock.
“W-what?”
She smiled again, with those big, brown eyes of hers.
“I just wondered if you ever thought of me doing sexy things.”
“I-I don’t really know…”
She arched an eyebrow.
“Oh? So you never thought of me on my knees tasting your pre-cum?” Dale watched as Hannah swirled her tongue around the crown of his cock once more.
“Oh my fucking god!” he grunted.
“Mmmmm.” Hannah smiled, then stood, releasing his wet shaft. “Then I guess you never thought about these?” she said as she cupped her breasts through the black laced bra. “Never once thought about what they must look like. What they feel like…”
She reached to the front of her chest, pushing her breasts together as her fingers pinched at the elastic hooks between her cleavage.
“Would you like to know, Daddy?”
Dale stood speechless. Hannah pushed.
“Would you like to see your baby girl’s tits?”
Slowly, subtly, her father nodded his head.
It took every sheer ounce of her willpower to not burst into joy. He wanted her. She fucking knew it.
With a simple flick of her fingers, her bra was undone. Her hands pulled the cups away, freeing her bare breasts to her father’s lecherous stare. Hannah felt like her nipples had never been harder as she tossed the useless bra to the floor.
“Touch me, Dad,” she said, pleading as her own composure began to falter.
Just like that, Dale’s walls came crashing down.
He leaped forward; one hand grabbed onto her tit while his lips latched onto the other. Hannah moaned in surprise and held his head as her father lapped and sucked on her nipple.
Their lust was unleashed. Bodies pressed together as this newfound passion erupted between father and daughter. Hannah grabbed her father’s cock as it pressed into her thigh. She stroked him as he mauled her breasts, his free hand digging deep into the flesh of her ass. And from the shadows of the open door, Scottie watched.
He knew he should have left. He easily could have. Or, at the very least he could close the door and leave this scene of sin behind… but he couldn’t. He couldn’t take his eyes off this portrayal of incest. This act of depravity before him. He knew he needed to leave. But… He couldn’t. He longed to see this. It was wrong but exciting. Scandalous, but intoxicating. And though he and Hannah both had dove headlong into the taboo, this was new, and he had never been more aroused.
His focus was so rapt to this coupling that he never heard his mother until her breath was on his neck.
“You didn’t come back.”
“Mom!” Scottie said with a start, but couldn’t move, finding her arm suddenly wrapped around his chest. Angela stood behind her son, molding her body into his back.
“Shhhhh,” she said just barely beyond his vision. “I want to see this.”
In the room, Hannah began to back away while still kissing her father, her body luring him to follow. When she reached the bed, she sat back on its edge and spread her legs. Angela and Scottie watched as Dale hesitated for only a moment, then slid his hand down his daughter’s stomach, past her navel, then under the edge of her black panties. Her inner thighs shimmered. She was absolutely dripping.