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Nothing worse than waking up horny in the middle of the night and having nobody to take care of it for you. Thankfully, Asher has her daddy.
No plot advancement in this one y’all. Hell, there’s barely any talking. Just a quickie for those who were needing a fix.
Enjoy!
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Things kinda normalized about then. I’m not saying they went completely back to normal, but… I guess it was the new normal?
I wasn’t fucking everything in sight nightly like a brainless sex machine anymore. Don’t get me wrong; I was constantly horny; I just seemed to have more self-control.
Like on Tuesday, I came home and was alone in the house with Dad. We exchanged pleasantries but didn’t instantly go at one another like sex-starved teenagers. No, I waited till that night.
I’d been going through my new porn collection. I had the two streaming videos Terri and I had made and the two videos from the mall dressing room with Remmi. Not to mention all of the house security videos.
I’d decided I was going to start a collection. Anyone who wanted to have sex with me would have to be willing to have at least some of it recorded for fap material… I mean posterity.
I’d worked myself up to a good lather and was heading to the bathroom to take care of it. The house was quiet; it was after one in the morning, after all. When I got into the bathroom, I turned to close the door and saw the door to my parent’s room was cracked.
That wasn’t normal. They always closed their door. To see it cracked open seemed like an invitation to me.
I left the bathroom and crept down the hall. Stopping at the cracked door, I looked in. Mom and Dad were both asleep, so I tiptoed into the room, closing the door behind me.
It was like a flashback. Here I was, standing over my sleeping parents once again. Only this time, I knew what my dad was hiding. I glanced over at Mom, and once more, dark ideas swam to the surface of my mind.
I’ve mentioned it before, but Mom is gorgeous. I mean, smoking hot, even now after three kids. She was tall, had a deliciously curvy figure, with long brown hair, sharp facial features, and an amazing rack that I couldn’t stop staring at because it was exposed and pointed right at me.
Mom slept in the nude as well, apparently. It looked like she’d tossed and turned in the middle of the night, exposing her chest and one leg in the process.
My cock was straining my shorts now. I mean, I didn’t have any special lustful ideas towards my mom. But she was still a beautiful woman. My hand seemed to have a mind of its own as it slipped into my shorts. I started to stroke myself to these lovely exposed titties.
I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do. Part of me wanted to blow my load all over her right there, but I didn’t want to wake her. Or worse, not wake her, and she’d think Dad had done it and take it out of him.
As if sensing my eyes, Mom shifted again, exposing a bit more skin.
Why I pulled my camera out just then, I don’t know, but I did. I opened my phone, pulled up the video camera function and started recording. I took some great footage of my mom’s massive tits rising and falling as she slept away, unaware her daughter was making a sex tape. At one point, I even had my cock in the frame, just for size comparison.
I couldn’t help it; I reached over and gently lifted the covers to get a good look at her backside. Her ass was just as impressive as I thought it would be. That went on tape as well. But I couldn’t stop now; I wanted to see everything.
I guess I could have just gone back through the camera footage on Dad’s security system. Checked her out in the shower. But I wasn’t thinking about that just then. I had a living, breathing toy right in front of me.
Moving around the bed, I had to stretch over Dad to raise the covers enough to get a good look at Mom. In my opinion, she could do porn, no problem. She had a really cute little landing strip, too.
A hand on my boob made me nearly jump out the window. Luckily, I restrained myself enough to lower the covers before looking down at my grinning dad.
“Looking for something?” He whispered.
I gave him a half-shrug as his hand moved down to my hard cock.
“I think you were,” Dad said, glancing at Mom. “Want to go downstairs?” When I shook my head, he gently slipped his hand into my shorts and pulled me partially out. “Here?” he mouthed.
That idea sent a zing through my belly and down my cock.
I guess my dad felt it because he chuckled slightly.
I looked at him, still lying on his pillow and moved up so my cock was near his face. He glanced at Mom once more, then turned his head, still on its pillow and opened his mouth.
I knew he wouldn’t mind, but I still held up my phone just to be sure. I saw his eyes get a little wider and glance at Mom one more time before turning back to my cock.
I wasted no time positioning the camera before taking his invitation and slipping inside his warm mouth. It was an awkward angle, but it still felt good. Getting only about half my cock into him, I began to pump gently.
One of his free hands reached for my boobs again. I pulled up my shirt, exposing my tits for him, and he began to enjoy himself.
I panned the camera from where I was pumping my dad’s mouth over to Mom’s sleeping form and then back. The scene was hot, straight out of a porn video… well, maybe not straight out of it, but still, it was hot.
I wondered again if I could get away with cumming on her tits and tried to push it from my mind. The more I thought about it, the hotter I got.
I pulled out of my dad’s mouth. This wasn’t going to be enough.
He looked at me questioningly.
I lay down on the carpet next to the bed and spread my legs for him. In all the porn I’d seen, they’d fucked on the bed and always made too much movement, whether the sleeping actress woke up or not.
Dad wasted no time climbing carefully out of bed and down to the floor with me.
I reached out and took his cock in my hand before filming myself, pulling it to my mouth. I was plenty wet, but I found the more lubrication the better. I slobbered all over his cock, trying to record at the awkward angle. Dad took the camera from me and helped me out.
Finally, I pushed him back, guiding him to my entrance.
He started to hand the camera back, “No, I want to see what you see,” I whispered.
He shrugged and turned the camera on me. I’d pulled off my shorts and shirt and now lay there naked, waiting for him.
I watched his face as he pushed forward, the head of his cock slipping between my wet folds. He was filming it as every inch of him slowly sank into me. The more I thought about watching the video later, the more excited I got.
He momentarily closed his eyes as he sank into me, enjoying the warmth of my insides wrapping around him. He opened his eyes just before he bottomed out and looked down at me.
I smiled up at my father as his cock was now buried inside my wet pussy. The camera pivoted up to my face, running from his cock, to my pussy, to my cock, tits and then eyes.
All it took was a nod, and he started to go to work.
Making sure we weren’t touching the bed, I curved my hips up to give Dad better access. This, in turn, caused my cock to push into my belly slightly, its precum making a wet spot.
I reached down and ran my finger through my precum before sucking the salty goodness off and grabbing my dick. There I was, slowly jacking my cock while sucking on a cum coated finger. When I looked up, I saw the camera taking it all in, every slutty inch of me and the things I was doing. Then, I saw my dad’s face, and I could tell he was already getting close.
The poor guy. I probably should have been helping to take care of him. I know mom didn’t. He probably hadn’t cum since our last time… at least, not with someone else. He was probably on as much of a hair trigger as I was, and I’m sure the sight of me wasn’t helping.
I started jacking my cock with a vengeance. I wanted to cum with Dad still inside me, preferably while he was still fucking me. But from the look on his face, I didn’t have much time.
Bless him; he must have read my mind. He looked down at my frantically stroking my cock and slowed down his pumping of my pussy. He was going to try and hold off for me.
This entire time, we hadn’t made a sound… aside from the squelching of his cock pounding my pussy. Even as waves of pleasure were coursing through me from the pounding he’d been giving me, I’d held back every gasp and moan. It was so weird fucking and not making any noise.
I could feel my orgasm building and grabbed the camera with my free hand so I could put my legs up on my dad’s shoulders. He took the sign and grabbed onto my thighs as he began to pump faster once more.
I angled the camera up, watched his cock pounding away just below the base of my own cock. I knew the shaky cam was going to be bad, but I didn’t care.
I watched Dad’s face turning red as he was getting into it and risked it.
“My pussy must feel pretty good for you to be making that face,” I whispered.
“You fucking slut,” my father whispered back, his words acting like a fire that started burning in my belly.
He must have seen the reaction as he continued.
“Always with the teasing. Waving that fucking cock in my face. Fucking my face while watching your mom’s tits the whole time. I bet you want to fuck your mom now… fucking slut!” He whispered, his voice panting as he kept up his quiet pounding.
His words dove me over the edge and sent my cock exploding out all over my tits and belly. I barely got the camera turned around in time but then lost track of it as the jolts of pleasure coursed through me.
I guess the sight of his daughter’s girl cock blowing its load all over my body pushed him over too. The next thing I knew, he was pulling out and spraying his cum all over me, marking his daughter with his semen.
I hadn’t caught the beginning of his orgasm, but I moved the camera enough to get a bird’s eye view of the events.
The feeling of hot cum splattering on my skin was amazing. I wished it would stay warm longer, but I basked in every glorious spurt from both our cocks.
Then, we were both trying to keep our panting quiet.
Dad glanced up; Mom hadn’t moved an inch. He looked down at me, smiled and nodded. He leaned back, almost entirely clean, where I was drowning in our combined cum.
I looked down at my slick tits and had to stifle a sudden giggle as I turned off the camera.
“Want help?” Dad whispered.
I waved him off and quietly got to my feet, trying to keep any cum from dripping onto the floor.
“Night,” I whispered as I kissed him briefly and fled the room. A quick shower later, and I was back in bed. I could get used to this. I sighed contentedly and went to sleep.