God, her mouth was so wet, her sucking so energetic. He recalled the first time he had put it in her mouth, in the middle of the night, her sitting on the edge of her bed. She had looked up at him, her big blue eyes so trusting, so loving, as she suckled on his cock. He had been worried then about being too rough, only giving her a few inches, gently fucking her mouth. He grinned, thinking how things had changed. Now his pelvis was slamming into Hayley’s face, his whole nine inches disappearing.
God, he was going to cum, at last. He increased the pace, feeling the tightening of his balls, the welling up of the load. He was going to —
The toilet flushed. Freda was coming back.
Bernie froze. “Damn!” He hissed.
With another curse he pulled his cock out of his daughter’s mouth, shoving it back in his pants and barely missing it with the zipper. His fat figure lurched around the table and he dropped into his seat, just in time for Freda’s footsteps to sound from the hall.
His wife sat down. Bernie fought to control his breathing, trying to smile at her and appear normal.
“Bernard, what is wrong with your face?” She asked instantly. “You look all flushed. And you have not eaten much, either, Bernard. That is not like you.”
“Sorry, dear.” He wheezed.
“Hmmm,” She mused, before turning to Hayley. “Oh dear, Hayley, are you alright?”
Bernie followed Freda’s gaze to their daughter. Hayley sat in her chair, her hair mussed around her face, her skin flushed, her eyes watery and red. There was a bit of moisture around her lips.
“What happened, Hayley?” Freda demanded. Hayley looked at Bernie for help. Thinking fast, he mimed to her, hoping she’d understand.
“I sneezed?” Hayley said uncertainly.
“Well, go and get a tissue,” Freda ordered, watching as Hayley tottered out of the room. She turned to him. “Honestly, Bernard, sometimes I can really see you inside that girl.”
“Sometimes I do too.” He said.
***
Bernie sat at the dinner table and muttered under his breath. Even his favourite desert of sticky date pudding had not managed to remove his grumpiness, which only made Freda even more inclined to attack him. As a result the rest of the dinner had crawled by, mostly in silence. In his pants his cock had barely softened at all, resting in a painfully bent position where it had been hastily stuffed. He could feel the moisture of his daughter’s spit in his boxers.
Damn it, he didn’t want to just go and jerk off. He wanted to feel that little teen throat swallowing his load again, a sensation he had gotten very attached to in the past month. He couldn’t stand the idea of going back to jerking off in the toilet, never again feeling his daughter’s wet mouth all over his cock. Damn it, he needed a bold move. It had been boldness that got him in her mouth the first time, so only boldness was going to get him in there again.
Setting his jaw, he got up and moved to the kitchen entrance, from which he could hear his wife and daughter bustling around getting ready to do the washing up. When he stepped inside the kitchen his eyes widened and his mouth filled with saliva.
Hayley was bent over, rummaging around in the drawer where the tea towels were kept, her ass pointed right at him. The normally demure school uniform skirt was right up her thighs, molded to the firm swell of her cheeks. His palms itched. If Freda had not been in the house, he would have demanded she stay right there, lifted up that skirt and given her the deepest pregnancy test ever.
“Bernard, what’s the matter?”
He looked up guiltily to see Freda frowning at him from the other side of the kitchen, a pair of dishwashing gloves in her hands. How long had she been watching him goggling at their daughter’s ass? He drew a clumsy smile onto his lips as he tried to think quickly.
“Well, uh, my dear,” He began. “I, uh, thought maybe Hayley and I could see to this washing, you know. Give you some time to rest.”
Hayley straightened up and beamed at her parents, completely guileless. Freda continued glaring at Bernie until he felt quite nervous, before breaking into her pursed little smile.
“Well, this is unusual,” She said. “My, my, looking after things has made you very capable, Bernard. I think I will have a little sit down with the good book after all.”
“Yes, you do that, dear.” He said kindly.
Freda thrust the gloves into his hands. “Its nice to see you putting in some hard work, Bernard.”
“Yes dear.”
Freda walked out of the kitchen smiling. Bernard turned to his daughter, salivating as he took in the beautiful sight of her tight body in its school uniform. She was bouncing on her toes and smiling at him.
“That was nice of you Daddy.” She trilled.
“Yes, very nice,” He leered. “How about you do the washing, honey, and I’ll, uh, dry.”
“Oh, okay.” She said, obviously not sure of his tone of voice. She took the gloves off him in exchange for the towel and turned to the sink while pulling them on. Bernie took the opportunity to appreciate the curve of her ass yet again as she filled up the sink with water. His cock was bulging out his pants, painfully erect and bent.
Hayley scrubbed another plate and placed it in the rack with the two others she’d already washed, vaguely wondering why her father hadn’t started drying them. He was silent behind her and she was about to turn around when she felt him press up against her back, his body very hot, his protruding stomach squashing into her.
“Oh!” She squeaked, dropping a mug into the water.
“Sssh!” Her father hissed in her ear. “Keep washing, honey. I’ve got to, uh, get this venom out, you know.”
“Oh,” She whispered. “Should I suck it some more?”
Her father made a choking sound in her ear before responding, his voice thick.
“No, honey, I think you’re overdue for a pregnancy test.”
“Really? Oh no,” She whispered. “But what if Mummy hears?”
“She won’t,” He assured. “Just keep washing the dishes.”
Hayley picked up the mug again and tried to concentrate of giving it a scrub as she felt her father’s hands fumbling at her back, brushing against her bottom. He was pulling up her skirt until she felt the cool air on her buttocks, the skirt bunched at her waist. There was more fumbling and then she had to restrain another squeal as the familiar big hot sausage of her father’s penis slid up between her thighs, coming to rest firmly trapped against her panties.
“Oh no, its so swollen!” She said quietly. Her father didn’t respond, instead his breathing seemed to increase dramatically. His hands started kneading her buttocks, which he had told her was good preparation for a pregnancy test, at the same time he was rocking his body against her, rubbing his penis between her firm thighs. It gave her a very strange tingling sensation as it brushed her female area.
“Keep washing up.” He ordered in a hoarse whisper. She obeyed immediately, dumping the mug in the rack and immersing another plate as her father squeezed her bottom. She scrubbed at it distantly as she felt his fingers move upwards and hook into the waistband of her panties, roughly yanking them down until they were halfway down her thighs. Now she could feel the air everywhere down there.
She felt him get his penis tangled in the panties as she continued noisily scrubbing the already clean plate, his voice muttering as he freed the appendage. Hayley squeaked involuntarily as the hot piece of meat was suddenly back against her female area, now without the barrier of her panties.
“Oh my goodness,” Her father breathed. “Oh that’s a good girl.”