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Harold
parked the white SUV in the garage. He turned off the engine and sat still for
several minutes, letting his daughter Jennifer continue bobbing her head up and
down on his lap. When he was done holding back, Harold forced the 15-year-old's
head firmly down and grunted as his cock jumped happily, sending 8
ounces of watery, bleach-tasting cum splattering all over the inside of
Jennifer's mouth. He felt her struggling to swallow it all, and
didn't let up the pressure on the back of her head until he was satisfied every
drop of cum had been deposited into his daughter's orifice. When he let her up,
Jennifer wiped the drool from her chin.
"Thanks
Dad," she said softly.
"Remember,"
Harold said, pointing a finger straight in Jennifer's face, "Your Mother
and I own you now. You don’t even take a piss without asking first."
"Otherwise,"
Harold said, drawing his arm back and delivering a fierce backhand across
Jennifer's face. He watched her face go slack as one entire side went numb from
the impact.
"DO
YOU UNDERSTAND?" Harold screamed.
"Yes
Sir," Jennifer croaked, rubbing her face as it flooded red with broken
blood vessels and searing heat.
"Now
get your ass to bed and report to me in the morning," Harold said.
Jennifer
exited the vehicle and ran inside. Harold changed back into his regular clothes.
He put away the S&M garb, which he would return to the shop next week. Inside
the house, Harold found his wife Anna asleep in bed, and joined her.
The
next morning Harold and Anna were woken by a knocking on their bedroom door.
“Come,”
Harold shouted out into his pillow.
Jennifer
walked in, looking like she hadn't looked in over a year. She was wearing a
knee-length white sundress instead of black leather, fishnet, and other Gothic
wear. On her feet were tan summer sandals instead of black combat boots. Her
face was freshly scrubbed with no makeup except for a trace of pink lip gloss.
Her fingernails and toenails had its black polish removed, and her hair was
brushed and tied back in a tight ponytail.
"Good
morning Mother, Good morning Father," She smiled, dipping a quick curtsey
to them in bed.
"Oh
my," Anna gasped, covering her open mouth.
"I
have breakfast almost ready," Jennifer said, "I'll bring up some
juice first, will that be all right?"
"Go,"
Harold replied.
Jennifer
skipped out of the room. Anna, still in shock, stared at Harold.
"Is
this real?" She asked, "Do I have my baby girl back?"
"Yes,"
Harold answered, "We both do."
Anna
cried tears of joy and Harold held her. When Jennifer returned with 2
full glasses of O.J., Harold sent her back downstairs to wait for
breakfast to be ready and bring it up.
"Yes
Sir," Jennifer responded, curtseying to him.
"Wait,"
Anna said, waving Jennifer towards her.
"I've
missed you so much," Anna said, hugging her daughter.
"Me
too Mom," Jennifer mumbled against her mother's neck, "I love you
both so much."
When
Jennifer left the room, Anna still sat in amazement.
"How
did you do it?" She asked Harold.
"I
appealed to her better senses," he said, "She's a good kid
at heart, and I showed her that was okay."
Harold
kissed his wife and she responded eagerly, kissing him back. They sat in bed
making out until Jennifer returned with two plates of food. Harold noticed
Jennifer enter before Anna did, and continued to make out with his wife
while his daughter waited patiently to serve them. He reached up and fondled
Anna's breasts, pulling out the large D-sized milk jugs with their large, round,
hairy nipples from her nightgown. Jennifer watched as her father groped her
mother lewdly in front of her, even slipping his hand down her pajama bottoms
and fingering her moistening vagina.
"Oh!"
Anna exclaimed, startled when she realized that Jennifer was there.
Anna
moved quickly, stuffing her tits back under her clothes.
"I'm
sorry dear," Anna said to her daughter.
"It's
okay Mom," Jennifer smiled, touching her mother's shoulder softly while
handing her a plate of eggs, toast, and sausage.
"What
a good little waitress," Harold remarked as Jennifer handed him his plate.
"Thanks
Dad," Jennifer blushed.
"Oh,"
Anna said, moving her plate aside, "I need to get some
"No,"
Harold said, "Why don't you send the waitress to get it?"
"Nonsense,"
Anna said, "I'll be fine."
"Please
Mom," Jennifer said, "Let me get it. Sit back and relax. It will be
my pleasure to."
"With
all the grief she's given us, it's the least she could do," Harold
laughed.
"Well,"
Anna smiled, "That’s true."
"Tell
the waitress what you want," Harold smiled.
"Well,"
Anna said, "I'd like some
"Right
away Ma'am," Jennifer chirped, delivering a quick curtsey to her mother
before leaving the room.
"And some ketchup too!" Anna called out after her.
"Yes
Ma'am!" Jennifer called back, going downstairs to retrieve the items.
That
afternoon, Harold and Anna went out to play tennis. Harold left Jennifer with
instructions to clean out her room and put everything Goth-related, pictures,
CDs, clothes, all into boxes which he would take to Goodwill. He also informed
his daughter that they would help her re-decorate, and take her shopping for
clothes which were appropriate for a young adolescent. Jennifer spent 2 hours
clearing out her possessions which had defined her as an individual since she
had become a teenager. Then she dusted and vacuumed her now-barren room. She
made a large pitcher of iced tea, and carried it with 2 glasses outside to the
housing complex' recreational center where her mother and father ran up and
down the tennis court locked in a heated game. Jennifer poured them both
glasses of the iced tea, and watched her parents sweating it out on the court.
After
another 15 minutes they took a break, and Jennifer was waiting with their
drinks.
"I
haven't played in so long," Anna gasped, dabbing the sweat from her makeup-covered
cheeks with her wristband.
"We're
both out of shape," Harold remarked, pinching his wet polo shirt and
flapping it while gulping down his tea.
"You
both looked great to me," Jennifer said.
There
was an awkward silence. Harold and Anna looked at their daughter, who stared
down in embarrassment.
"Well,”
Anna said, giving her husband a puzzled yet amused look, “Thank you dear."
Harold
and Anna sat down on patio chairs.
"Tired,
Mom?" Jennifer asked, standing behind her and placing her hands on her
mother’s shoulders.
"Oooh yes," Anna said, closing her eyes, "You're
so sweet."
Jennifer
looked at her father, who nodded in approval and cleaned his glasses. She slowly
kneaded her mother's shoulders for a few minutes.
"Aren't
your feet tired the most?" Harold asked his wife, "Mine sure are. Maybe
she should rub them too."
Anna
opened her eyes, looking surprised.
"I
wouldn't mind, Mom," Jennifer said.
Anna's
jaw dropped as her daughter walked around her chair and sat on the hot concrete
pavement in front of her. Jennifer reached down to untie the laces on her mother’s
tennis shoes.
"Jennifer,"
she said, "You don't have to..."
"It's
okay Mom," Jennifer smiled, "I want to show you and Dad how sorry I
am for the way I've been behaving. Please let me?"
"Oh,"
Anna said, "Well..."
Jennifer
peeled the ankle socks from her mother's sized 9 feet, and began lightly caressing
her flat arches.
"Oh
my," Anna said quietly, feeling her daughter's soft hands on her swollen
feet.
Jennifer
dug her fingertips into her mother's soles, pressing firmly and making little
circles. Anna sat back in her chair, absently pushing her foot more
into her daughter’s hands. Jennifer responded by working more vigorously while
the blazing sun on her back made her sweat. She massaged and stretched the tendons
prominently lining her mother’s 41-year-old feet, and rubbed the swollen
bunions and corns that she found.
"You
look like you're enjoying yourself," Harold remarked.
"It
feels wonderful," Anna sighed.
"I
didn't mean you," Harold chuckled, "I was talking to our little
masseuse there."
"Yes
Dad," Jennifer said, "I am."
"I
might let you rub mine if you're good," he chuckled.
"Thanks
Dad," Jennifer said, flushed from the heat and the work.
"Ewww stop it," Anna laughed, waving Harold away,
"Or at least let her finish with mine first!"
"Okay
fair enough," Harold smiled.
Jennifer
rubbed her mother's feet for another 20 minutes before her mother excused
herself to go to the bathroom. The instant she was out of site, Harold kicked
off his socks and shoes and his daughter immediately bent down to worship them.
Kneeling on all fours, she licked and sucked her father's sweaty, lint-covered
feet like they were candy. Harold raised his foot slightly so Jennifer could
suck on his toes. She wrapped her lips around several at a time, and sucked them
passionately. Her tongue explored the spaces between them, cleaning out
the gritty dirt before swallowing it. When Anna came back into sight, Harold
kicked his daughter away, scratching her cheek with his big toenail. He stuck
his foot into her hands, and relaxed as Jennifer commenced rubbing.
"My
turn's over?" Anna pouted.
"Sorry
hon," Harold grinned, "My feet needed some
TLC too."
Later
Harold and Anna changed into their swimsuits and took a dip in the community
pool. Jennifer brought her homework out side to the deck and worked on algebra
while her father and mother splashed and frolicked. At one point they began
splashing water on her from the pool. They laughed as she collected her
books and moved to a table further away. Just as she was finishing her
homework, Harold snuck up behind her and picked her up from her chair. She
shrieked and struggled against her father's wet, firm body. He carried her to
the edge of the pool and tossed her in, still fully clothed. Jennifer surfaced,
gasping from the cold water. Her mother clapped and laughed along
with several neighbors and their kids. She pulled herself out of the pool,
humiliated. Harold grabbed her arm as she tried to walk past, and made her give
him a kiss on the cheek and thank him for the swim first.
When
they returned home, Anna took a shower and went in the bedroom to take a nap.
Harold whispered to his daughter to wait for him in her room and they would
shower together. After he was sure his wife was asleep, he went to his
daughter's room and they entered the adjoining bathroom. They both stripped
naked, and stood in the bathroom, making out while billows of steam rising from
the shower engulfed them. Harold started kissing up and down his daughter’s nude
body, squeezing her ass which was still bruised from the night before. She
gasped as his tongue touched her clitoris slightly. But instead of eating her,
Harold turned around and ordered Jennifer to eat out his
ass. She knelt on the bathroom rug as her father put one foot up
on the toilet and spread his ass cheeks apart with both hands. She moved
her face in between her father's hands and lapped at his sweaty,
musky sphincter as it flexed rhythmically in her face. His asshole
was surrounded by a smattering of tangled red hair connecting all the way
up to his crotch. Jennifer pushed her face deep into his ass crack, sliding
it up and down like a piece of human toilet paper, smearing herself with
his ass juices. The teenager's lips then made a tight seal around her father's
asshole. Her mouth sucked it eagerly while she bathed his wrinkled hole with
her tongue, flexing and wiggled the tip into every crevice to clean them out.
When
he grew tired of her rimming, Harold ordered his daughter into the shower and
told her to wash her face and ass. A minute later, Harold climbed into the
shower with her, and bent her over in front of him. He fingered her ass, jamming
his middle finger inside her anus. As her worked his dry finger in and out,
Jennifer whimpered. Harold's cock grew hard, and he slipped it easily into his
daughter's pussy. Harold reached for the soap and lubed up her
asshole with hot lathery water. He pulled out his cock which had grown
rock-hard inside his daughter’s tight womb, and started forcing it
into her ass. Jennifer cried out, begging him to stop. Harold made a fist
and punched Jennifer in the ribs, hearing and feeling a loud pop under his
knuckles. She yelped and immediately began gasping for air. Harold shoved his
cock all the way into her rectum, and started pumping it in and out. The water
splashed against his freckled back and arms while he raped his daughter's small,
heart-shaped ass. She was doubled-over with her hands on her knees, wheezing
breathlessly and biting her lip to keep quiet as her father pleasured himself
with her tender opening. Jennifer squeezed her eyes shut and tried to imagine
she was somewhere else. Harold saw this and punched her purple, swollen ribs
again.
“Wake
up!” He shouted, “Keep your fucking eyes OPEN or I’ll
beat the shit out of you! This IS happening. Daddy’s fucking your asshole,
Jennifer. How does it feel? Don’t you try to fucking disappear on me. In fact,
BEG for my cum, right, fucking… NOW!”
“Please
may I have your cum?” Jennifer squeaked.
“More!”
Harold barked, “Make me believe it. Ask like a little girl!”
“Pwetty, pwetty pwease Daddy!” She cried, “Pwease may I
have your cum! Pweeeeeeaze?”
Harold
pulled his daughter's ass back against his pelvis, holding it as he released
hot jets of sperm up inside her ravaged cavity. Jennifer winced as the fluid
containing millions of her unborn brothers and sisters flooded her colon and stung
the torn and hemorrhaging tissue lining it.
“Fuck
yeah…” Harold groaned, “It’s real now, isn’t it cunt?”
Harold
pulled out his cock, and made his daughter kneel and suck it clean. He handed
her the soap and ordered her to wash his whole middle-aged body thoroughly.
"Your
mother and I are going out tonight," Harold said as she washed his legs
and feet, "I want you in bed by
Jennifer
gazed up at him, pleading for kindness with a sad look. Harold grabbed her face
and squeezed it roughly. He tilted his head back, cleared his throat, and spat
a huge wad of phlegm into his daughter's glassy eyes.
"FUCK
YOU," Harold growled at her.
He threw
her back against the shower wall, and stepped out. Harold dried
himself off with a towel.
"
Harold
turned and dried his long, flaccid cock in front of her.
"If
you're good I may even let you work on this after we get back," Harold said,
flapping his cock rudely at her.
Jennifer's
father left the bathroom, still buzzed from his orgasm. Jennifer sank
down onto the wet floor of her shower, and held her face as she cried. Her
young, supple body quickly absorbed most of her father's semen through her
lower intestine directly into her bloodstream, and barely dripped any out of
her where she sat.
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