A huge smile burst across my lips. Hot, salty cum pumped into my body. Incestuous seed filled my pussy. I groaned, a tingle of delight racing through me. My orgasm died down to a buzzing bliss as I wiggled, savoring his spurting dick. He shuddered, cock sliding in and out a final time then withdrew.
And dropped a silver dollar coin on the table. My pay. If I acted like a whore, then he would treat me like one.
I snagged it as it danced on the table, clutching it in my hand as I heard Daddy zip up behind me. I savored the cold feel of the coin in my palm as his seed leaked out of me. His hand smacked my ass before walking to the head of the table.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I panted as I sat up. I reached down and pulled my skirt up my thighs as my mother backed through the door, holding breakfast.
My heart thudded faster, fear striking cold. Without the thrill of daddy’s cock in me, I was so aware of my flushed face and my hands pulling up my panties against my sloppy cunt. Already his cum leaked out and soaked into my panties.
I ripped my hands out from beneath my skirt and smoothed them as Mother turned around, a big smile on her face. “Morning, dear.” She gave Daddy a kiss on the mouth. “Morning, Alexandra.”
“Morning, Mother,” I said, trembling, my hands clasped before me as she set three plates down on the table.
“Would you fetch your father his coffee?” Mother asked, giving me a smile. Even though it was only breakfast, she already had her haired perfectly coiffed into the short styled favored by the First Lady, Jackie Kennedy.
“Yes, Mother,” I said, speaking polite, the way I was raised.
She nodded her head as I rushed into the kitchen, my Mary Janes sounding so loud on the hardwood floors. Daddy’s cum made my panties squishy. I could smell the scent of his jizz wreathing me like a perfume.
She would smell it.
I rushed back in with Daddy’s mug of black coffee, setting it down on the table before him. He gave me a fatherly kiss on the cheek, just brushing the corner of my lips which sent an excited thrill through me. I took my seat on his left across from Mommy, my breakfast of bacon and western omelets steaming and ready to eat.
“What is that smell?” Mother asked, her nose wrinkling. “Something musty.”
My cheeks warmed. “I’m sure it’s nothing, Mother.”
“I’ll have to open the windows and air the room out.” She sighed. “Well, shall we say grace?”
I took Daddy’s strong, warm hand, a flush shooting through my body, then reached across the table for Mother’s. Daddy said grace. You could hear no hint of hypocrisy as he asked God to bless us. He had just fucked his daughter on this table, the scent lingering in the room.
His hypocrisy was what led to my sexual awakening. Two weeks ago, I was working on the garden outside our church, Thousand Oaks Methodist, when I discovered Daddy fucking Donna Paxtor, married to Deacon Bill, over his desk. Watching my father, who had always preached against sexual immorality, made me realize the adults had lied to me. That sex was amazing not something to be avoided. I masturbated watching them and had my first orgasm.
So I set about seducing my father. Last Sunday, Daddy fucked me in the dark baptismal changing room at our church, popping my cherry. I had hoped to set it up so Daddy didn’t know it was his own daughter he was fucking, but he figured it out.
And he didn’t care. He was such a hypocrite, he hungered for incestuous congress. A sexy, hunky, wonderful hypocrite.
I came so hard.
All last week, we had been fucking in the house or at the church. Whenever Daddy could get his hands on me, he would ram his dick into my cunt. And he always paid me a silver dollar or a crisp one. It was only right. I had told him I wanted to act like a whore.
And I loved it. I had to be the most sinful preacher’s daughter who had ever lived.
After grace, Mother and Daddy talked about the space program which I rolled my eyes over. Apparently, another one of the Mercury flights was coming up in May. The last one, which had my dad excited.
And then the talk turned to me.
“And how are you planning on spending your spring break?” Mother asked.
I blinked. We had talked about it already. Before I could say that nothing has changed and I planned on working on the flowers at the church-and fucking Daddy any chance I could-he said, “She’ll be helping me with the outreach in Los Angeles.”
I glanced at Daddy, my mouth open. I quickly closed it before Mother admonished me with one of her aphorisms like, “An open mouth invites flies.”
“Oh, that’s nice,” Mother said. “It is good to know she’s diligent in her faith.”
“She’s very diligent in her faith,” Daddy said. “Very obedient. She is understanding her place in the world.”
I nodded my head, wondering what outreach program was in Los Angeles. I couldn’t remember hearing about one. We lived in the suburbs of Thousand Oaks, a short drive from the city. Sometimes my friends and I would drive out to Los Angeles to see a movie. There were several great drive-ins.
Places my last boyfriend always wanted to fool around. It was a shame I hadn’t had my sexual awakening back then, or I would have fucked him and still be going steady with Ricky.
It really didn’t matter what we were doing in LA. I was just glad to be spending the day, and maybe the week, with Daddy. I was sure he had all manner of wicked things we could do. He had taught me about pussy licking, and I learned even more about blowjobs from Daddy than I had from Deacon Bill.
Which Deacon Bill appreciated last time I blew him. I even let him feel my tits. Next time, I would let the Deacon fuck me. Which would be very wicked.