Chapter 11: Shower & Bathroom Grab

Morning light filtered through the half-open blinds of my bedroom, warm and golden, but the real heat was the thick, sticky warmth still leaking slowly between my thighs. I lay there a moment longer, replaying every filthy second of last night under the blanket—Dad’s cock buried deep while Mom laughed at the movie two feet away, the silent creampie he’d pumped into me, the way I’d cleaned him with my mouth before she returned with popcorn. My pussy fluttered at the memory, already slick again, his dried load from the ride mixing with fresh arousal. The freeuse rule had turned me into a constant, dripping mess, and I loved every second of it.

Downstairs I heard Mom’s voice—cheerful, chatting on the phone with her sister about some book-club drama—while the coffee maker gurgled. The shower in the hall bathroom was still silent, but I knew she’d head up soon. Perfect timing. I slipped out of bed naked, legs shaky, the faint trail of Dad’s cum already tickling down my inner thigh. I padded across the hall, heart hammering with that delicious mix of ownership and risk. The door clicked shut behind me, but I left it unlocked on purpose—my silent invitation. The freeuse pact meant he could walk in anytime, anywhere, and take what was his. No knocking. No asking. Just Daddy’s cock whenever he needed.

Steam began to rise as I turned the water on hot, the spray hissing against the tile. I stepped under it, letting the heat cascade over my breasts, my belly, rinsing the dried evidence from last night while leaving the fresh slickness untouched. My nipples tightened instantly under the pounding water. I soaped my body slowly, hands gliding over skin still sensitive from his spanks under the blanket, fingers brushing my swollen clit on purpose. The mirror above the sink was already fogging at the edges, reflecting my flushed face, heavy breasts, the way my thighs pressed together to keep his load from spilling too fast.