joeltorridfamily:We had always messed around, my father and I. But it was always kind of like a ga
joeltorridfamily: We had always messed around, my father and I. But it was always kind of like a game. We tested each other’s limits, challenged boundaries, and always tried to see who would push things further. Over the years our game has definitely escalated. It started out as innocent flirting…a slap on the rear, a cat call, a mildly inappropriate comment. But as time went on, the stakes were raised…groping a body part in passing, making out while mom wasn’t looking, clothed lap dances, exposing private body parts to each other. Recently it has reached a fever pitch. One night I stroked daddy’s cock through his pajamas under a blanket while we sat on the couch and watched a movie with mom. Then a few nights later, daddy jumped into my bed one night wearing nothing but his boxers (I was naked) and tickled me. But eventually his fingers found their way into my pussy. Another night while mom was making dinner, I heard the shower running. I stripped naked, got on all fours, and scared the holy hell outta daddy when I crawled into the shower with him. He instantly got hard watching me laugh at him and hide my face between his legs. I got to my knees and licked a long stripe from his balls to the tip of his cock. And then I left. That was the game. Then one day I got home from school to find daddy sitting on the couch buck naked, stroking his huge dick. “Mommy’s not home,” he teased. I laughed and dropped my book bag, hurriedly stripping off all my clothes. Daddy laughed as I rushed toward him. But his laughter came to an abrupt halt as I jumped into his lap, grabbed his fat cock, and lowered my wet pussy down on top of it. Daddy was silent and motionless as I rode him. He must have thought I was going to masturbate with him, or stroke him, maybe even blow him. But he clearly did not expect this… -- source link