He hadn’t heard me enter. The water was making too much noise. He was standing there with his back to the spraying water. His right hand was wrapped around his stiff cock and he was moving it rapidly back and forth along the shaft.
I sat on the toilet and put my right hand down between my open thighs. While daddy stroked his hard-on, I fingered my clit. I came when I saw daddy shudder, heard him moan, and saw a hint of his semen squirting out to splash on the wall of the shower stall.
I quickly got up and returned to the kitchen. I washed the pussy juice off my hand in the kitchen sink, and was making a salad when daddy came up behind me, put his arms around me, and gave me a hug.
His naked body against mine felt marvelous. After what we had done in the bathroom, although I’m sure daddy didn’t know I had been there masturbating and watching him do the same, the touch of his cock between the cheeks of my ass made my nipples pop out and made my pussy begin to get wet.
I turned in daddy’s arms and when I was facing him, kissed him. It was no little girl’s daughter to father kiss. It was a horny woman’s kiss. Daddy must still have been horny too. He didn’t pull back to break the kiss, as I had expected him to, but returned the kiss with a passion that matched my own.
As we kissed, my stiff nipples bored into daddy’s hairy chest. My hands were on the back of his head keeping his mouth tight against mine as I slipped my tongue between his lips.
Down below, I was flowing like a river, and daddy’s cock had risen between my thighs, stiff, long, and hot. Its head was pressed snugly against my hot slit. I began to rock my hips. That caused my outer labia to separate. Daddy’s hard-on slipped between the slick folds and nestled its head at the opening of my vagina. I moaned from a kind of pleasure Kevin had never given me.
The oven timer sounded. Damn! The roast was cooked. Reluctantly, I disengaged from daddy’s embrace. “Supper’s ready, daddy.”
Daddy was red faced. His cock was standing out stiffly from his body, pointing upward at about a forty-five degree angle. A bright, glistening drop of pre-come was sitting on the lips of his pee hole.
“Whew – saved by the bell,” daddy said as he wiped his hands across his face, shook his head, and took a deep breath.
Neither of us said anything about that kiss as we ate supper, but I thought about it. Boy, did I think about it. My nipples stayed hard, as did my clit, and my pussy continued to leak so much that I was afraid I would leave a wet spot on the chair cushion.
Daddy must have been thinking about that kiss too. When dinner was over, and he stood up to go into the living room, his cock was still almost as erect as it had been when its tip was pressing into my hole.
I knew then that, daddy and I were going to sleep together that night.
*** Daddy and I did the dishes together. He washed and I dried and put them away. He still hasn’t learned where the different things go. We then went into the living room to watch TV.
The television is opposite the couch, and is a little difficult to see from daddy’s favorite chair, so we both sit on the couch to watch programs. I often sit close to him, and neither of us ever thought anything about it in the past, but that evening when I snuggled close to him, daddy said, “Rose, darling, I don’t think you should sit close enough to touch tonight.”