Chapter 2: Brat’s Taboo Teasing

Kat
I turned the timer on the dryer and hit the start button. It rumbled to life, the sheets from my parents’ bed tumbling away. I swallowed, a nervous twist rippling through my body. I rubbed my stomach as I stepped back.

I’d just made love to my daddy.

I glanced at Daddy nearby. He looked at me standing with his shirt off and in a pair of shorts. He was a muscular guy from his job as a construction worker. He had a tattoo of a star on his chest with a snake slithering out of it. His green eyes stared at me, though they seemed distant. I bit my lip and shifted. He had a shadow of stubble on his face, his black hair short.

“We went too far,” he said.

My cheeks burned. My mom had arranged some time for us to be alone so I could practice giving a blowjob on my daddy. To suck his cock and learn how to keep a man happy. Mom was keen on it, but what I wasn’t supposed to do was have sex with him.

It was incest.

“Are you sad that we did it?” I asked. It was my first time. He took my cherry. I didn’t want it to be wrong.

“Only that I cheated on your mom,” he said, his voice tight.

“I enjoyed it,” I said. “Is that wrong, Daddy?”

“You were amazing, Kat,” he said, not answering my question.

I smiled at his words. This giddy thrill rushed through me. I darted to him and threw my arms around his neck. I stared up into his eyes. “I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you, too,” he said. I trembled as he cupped my chin and kissed me on the lips.

I closed my eyes. I whimpered into his mouth. One of his hand gripped my hip. My nipples ached against my t-shirt. I trembled, my heart beating fast. My hand rested on his chest, feeling his heart pounding, the strength of his muscles beneath my fingers, and the heat of his skin.

He broke the kiss and said, “I can’t happen again, though.”

I shuddered. I didn’t want to give this up.

Sierra

I couldn’t stop thinking about my daughter blowing Mike as I watched the movie, letting them be alone. I couldn’t focus at all on the romantic comedy. My mind was full of thoughts of Kat’s mouth sliding up and down my husband’s cock.

It made me wet thinking about it. I shuddered. It was such a wrong thing to arrange, bordering on incest. It was just a blowjob, a way for my daughter to learn how to please her man. It was the foundation of a lasting relationship. In the bedroom. Giving your all to your lover. It went both ways. Both partners had to step up and bring their A game.

Knowing how to suck a cock and love swallowing the cum would make any guy happy, and the guy burying his face into your snatch and eating you out to a screaming orgasm would keep any gal happy.

The moment the credits came up, I was on my feet and rushing out. That had to be enough time for them to have their fun. I wondered how many times she blew him. I imagined Mike found it hot to have our eighteen-year-old daughter sucking his cock.

My excitement swelled as I drove. I hoped Mike would be eager to go down on me when I got home. I may have sped just a teeny bit. I was just eager for it. A giddy rush surged through me when I turned onto our street. My excitement swelled as I hit the garage door opener and made the turn into our driveway. I pulled in alongside his car.

I closed it.

I gathered my purse and headed from the garage into the kitchen. The house was quiet. I frowned as I noticed Mike sitting in his recliner reading a book. He rarely did that. Our daughter sat on the couch, her legs folded beneath her. She wore a pair of flannel shorts and a tank top, her sleepwear. She was on her phone, staring at it.

There was a strange feel to the air. Thick. Stiff. Mike’s posture was tense. He stared at the pages, but was he reading them? My daughter looked up and saw me. She swallowed then she got off the couch and muttered, “Hi, Mom.”

She fled the living room, and I heard her heading upstairs.

“How’d it go?” I asked, my brow furrowing. I thought there’d be a loving energy in the air. The pair seeming closer after their naughty bonding.

“Fine,” he said. He glanced up from the book. “She, uh, did fine.”

“Fine...” I pursed my lips. “Well, I guess that’s a start. I’m sure with some practice she’ll be better than fine.”

“I guess.”

I sighed. I guess this was to be expected. I did sort of push them both into doing this, it just set me on fire thinking about my daughter and husband flirting with the line of incest. Just skirting it, coming so close to forbidden passion.

I headed upstairs and found my daughter’s door closed. I knocked on it. “Kat, honey?”

“Hey, Mom,” she said.

I opened the door to find her lying on her belly and propped up by her elbows. She had her legs folded, her feet bobbing above her rump. She stared down at her phone, her fingers typing something. She didn’t look up at me.

It was hard to get her off of her phone sometimes.

“How was it with your father?” I asked.

“Oh, fine,” she said, staring intently at her screen. “He taught me how. I did it twice. Thanks for sharing him.”

“Well, you’re welcome. Did you enjoy swallowing his cum? The taste of him.”

She nodded. “It was fun.”

Kat

Mom closed my door. I rolled over on my back and set my phone on the nightstand. I wasn’t doing anything. I couldn’t think about anything but what we’d done. The clean sheets were back on the bed, hiding all the evidence.

Save the fact I no longer had my hymen.

I stared up at the ceiling. Seeing Mom made me feel so guilty about what I’d done. I loved her and I’d stolen something from her. I’d enjoyed Daddy behind her back. I betrayed her. She gave me this opportunity to enjoy Daddy, and I went too far.

I wanted to do it again.

Even with this guilt twisting me, I felt this heat between my thighs thinking about it. Daddy doing things to me. I stared up at the ceiling reliving the moment over and over again. I replayed it in my mind, savoring all the naughty things we’d done together.

It was so wicked of us. I felt so bad but in a hot way. My pussy burned, the heat sweeping through me. I shuddered. The moment he penetrated me. The moment we betrayed Mom swept through me. That gasping delight of being filled by my daddy’s cock.

I wanted it again.

I heard my parents door closed. Their bed creaked. I went still, my ears pricked, then I heard my mother gasp. That same liquid moan of passion that I made. I bit my lip, this surge of envy surging through me. Daddy was making her feel as good as he made me.

I wanted that.

Mike

“Oh, god!” my wife moaned as she ground her pussy on my face. She was so wet. The moment she came back downstairs, she had this look of heat in her eyes. She needed to cum. The guilt swept through me and I didn’t hesitate to pick her up and carry her upstairs.

I betrayed her, and now I wanted to give her as much pleasure as I could. I got caught up in the moment with Kat. We were brimming with lust. I should have controlled myself, but our daughter was so sexy and beautiful.

My wife’s trimmed bush rubbed on my lips. Her sweet juices spilled into my mouth. I slid my tongue through her folds. She tasted just like Kat. I thrust my tongue deep into her pussy. She moaned, grinding on me.

“Mike!” she panted. “Yes, yes!”

She bent over. Her large tits pressed into my muscular stomach. Her nipples rubbed into my belly as she grabbed the base of my cock. With a hungry mouth, she engulfed my dick. She sucked it right into her mouth, no licking or sucking or nibbling first.

She was turned on tonight.

“Damn, Sierra,” I moaned as she sucked. Her lips sealed about my cock, the pressure reaching down into my balls.

She purred around my cock, her body wiggling, rubbing her hot pussy on my lips.

The pleasure rippled through me as I put my all into eating her. My hands grabbed her rump. I massaged her, stroking her skin. I pulled her twat tight against my mouth. I put my all into eating out her pussy. My tongue darted through her folds. I caressed her labia, brushed her clit.

She moaned her delight around my dick.

That wonderful, passionate, amazing sound of her pleasure hummed around my cock. I stroked her rump, caressing her with my hands. They slid down her back, her sides. I touched her, knowing how much she’d love it.

She bobbed her head, her tongue dancing around my cock. She had skill. Her caresses didn’t feel random. Her tongue was in full control as she blew me. Her head twisted, rubbing my cock’s sensitive crown across the roof of her mouth and her inner cheek. My dick throbbed in her hand stroking the base.

Her other found my balls.

“Damn, Sierra!” I growled as she massaged my nutsack. Her fingers were skilled. They knew just how to love me. Touch me. “You’re amazing.”

She purred and then sucked hard.

My passion rippled through me. It was an amazing treat to enjoy. A hot pressure that would make me explode. I stroked my hand back to her rump. I gripped her. I held her tight as she squirmed on my face. She whimpered around my cock. She sucked hard on it, loving me. It was an incredible passion to enjoy. This amazing delight to experience.

I nibbled on her labia. Her clit. She squealed around my cock. Her sweet juices spilled over my tongue as her pussy grew hotter. I loved that flavor. She tasted just like our daughter’s. I pushed Kat on my mind. I was pleasing my wife.

My Sierra.

I slid my fingers across her crack, not penetrating her, and found her taint. Her pussy lips. I sucked on her clit as I thrust two digits into her hot, juicy sheath. She moaned about my cock. She squealed on me. She squirmed as I slid my digits deep into her.

I wanted her cumming. Exploding.

I hooked my fingers and knew just where to touch her. I had explored her pussy thoroughly. I found her G-spot. She sucked hard on me, her cunt clenching about my fingers as I massaged that perfect place. Her body squirmed on me, her breasts rubbed into my stomach, nipples hard.

She came.

Her juices squirted out of her pussy around my digits. She bathed my face in her sweet passion. I abandoned her clit to lap up her cream, savoring her delicious flavor. I licked at her as my fingers massaged her G-spot, her pussy rippling and convulsing.

She moaned around my cock. She sucked hard, her fingers squeezing down on my balls, almost hurting me. She twisted her head as I gave her pleasure. I loved the way her twat rippled around my fingers. I gave her all the pleasure she deserved.

All the rapture I possessed.

“That’s right, Sierra,” I growled, massaging her G-spot. “Embrace it. Let that bliss rush through you. I wanted you cumming and cumming.

She squealed around my cock.

I didn’t let up my massage. I gave her rapture after rapture. I sent her orgasm rippling through her flesh. She moaned, bucking atop me. She sucked harder, no longer bobbing her head. Her expert technique vanished as the pleasure rippled through her. Now it was just raw sucking.

“God, I love making you cum,” I growled. “I love making you explode. Keep cumming.”

My dick ached in her mouth. I sucked on her clit again, her juices flooding out of her twat. She coated my face as I nibbled and licked her bud. My fingers kept massaging her G-spot, her cunt convulsing around my digits. I loved the feel of her heavy tits rubbing on my stomach.

I gave her such pleasure. Such amazing bliss. I was so happy. I wanted to just please her. To make her explode over and over again and again. I wanted her having the most bliss that she could possibly enjoy.

She nibbled on my cock. She sucked on it as I gave her rapture. My balls swelled and swelled. The bliss I gave her swelled my own orgasm as it made her more passionate. She worshiped my cock. I was so happy for her. She deserved all this rapture. More. I wanted to give her every bit of rapture she could handle.

Her body bucked. She squealed.

I erupted.

“Sierra!” I moaned as my cum fired into her mouth. She sucked hard. “Goddamn, I love you.”

My pleasure shot through my body. My jizz pumped out of my cock and into her mouth. Her pussy kept spasming around me. Her cream spilled out around my fingers. Her juices soaked my lips. I loved it. I could drown in her passion. It was the best thing in the world to experience.

I stroked her rump with my left hand as she sucked out the last of my cum. The pleasure peaked in me. I groaned as my finger kept massaging her G-spot. She squealed again, her orgasms rippling from one to another.

Her mouth popped off my cock. “No more, Mike! Oh, my god, I can’t stand any longer! You amazing stud! I love you.”

“Love you,” I groaned and ripped my fingers out of her pussy. I panted, my heart screaming in my chest.

She spun around and snuggled up to me. She rested her head on my shoulder, nuzzling into my neck. “Mmm, thank you for that, Mike.”

“You’re welcome,” I panted. “I like making you scream your head off.”

“I hope you enjoyed it,” she said. “Our daughter sucking on your cock, I mean.”

I stiffened. “Yeah, I did.”

“Good.” She nibbled on my ear. “Nothing else happened?”

“She just sucked my cock off twice,” I lied. I wanted to eat my wife’s pussy again. I wanted to give her more orgasms.

Kat

The next morning, I couldn’t help but think about Daddy. I felt so wet. So excited. I headed downstairs, hearing Mom moving around in the kitchen. Daddy sat on his chair in the living room watching the pregame show on the TV. He wore shorts and a t-shirt.

“Daddy,” I purred. Mom was making French toast. She usually did. She liked making a big breakfast on Sunday morning.

“Oh, hi, Kat,” Daddy said, stiffening.

“Mmm, you look sexy,” I said. I sauntered to him in my flannel shorts, my tank top clinging to my small breasts. My nipples tingled. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. This naughty heat rippled through me.

“Kat,” he groaned. “You can’t be saying that.”

“But you are, Daddy,” I purred. I stopped before him, my hands behind my back. “Mmm, that t-shirt really makes you look hot.” I leaned over, my little titties jiggling. “Just cupping your powerful muscles. You’re a stud, Daddy, you know that.”

He glanced at me. His eyes fell on my tits. They were outlined by the tank top. I pulled on an old one. It fit me like a second skin and left my bellybutton exposed. He shifted, his chair creaking. His cock hardened in his shorts.

My finger idly stroked the front of my tank top, sliding up my breast to caress around my areola. Tingles rushed through me. These naughty sensations had me shivering. Sweat appeared on his forehead. He glanced past me towards the kitchen.

“What are you doing, Kat?” he asked.

“Doing?” I asked. “I’m just complimenting you, Daddy.” I took a step closer to him. I put my hand on his wrist, my other still sliding around my nipple, playing with myself. Tingles raced down to my cunt, soaking my flannel shorts. I had no panties on beneath.

“You know what you’re doing,” he said, his voice tight.

“Complimenting you?” My hand slid up his wrist. “What’s wrong about that?”

“Your mother’s in the kitchen.”

“Mmm, busy,” I purred. I felt so wanton and wicked. I licked my lips, remembering his cock between them. I shouldn’t be doing this, I knew it, but I had this hot, little pussy between my thighs. The clatter from the kitchen sounded so loud.

My mother had no idea. Was this really that wrong? Besides, wasn’t this her fault? What did mom think would happen if she let me suck his dick? Why couldn’t I have that same bliss that Daddy gave her?

I had to show him that I was just as good as Mom. That I could make him happy, too. My finger massaged my nipples as my other hand stroked up his arm. “Are you okay, Daddy?”

“I’m fun,” he said, clearing his throat. “You shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Making sure you’re okay?” I licked my lips, feeling the effect I had on him. He couldn’t look away from my tits. I felt this power over him. My body turned him on. “I want my daddy to be happy and comfortable.”

“Your mother does that already.”

“She’s not doing it right now,” I said. My hand reached his bicep, stroking him. “And you look like you need something.”

He shifted. “I’m fine.”

“No, Daddy, I’m fine,” I purred, my hand playing with my nipple darting down to grab my tank top and pulling it up and over my breasts. My firm, young titties popped out. “See. I have one fine, young body, don’t I, Daddy?”

“Kat,” he groaned. “Your mother!”

Another clatter as she whisked up the batter for the French toast.

“Is making breakfast,” I said. “I’ll take care of you right now.” My hand darted from his bicep to his cock. I squeezed him. “Mmm, you need it, right.”

“Kat.” his face twisted, his eyes locked on my nipples. I felt so wicked and wanton. So bold. I shouldn’t be doing this. Mom could catch us. I almost wanted her to catch us. This strange boldness rose through me. I wanted to show her how much of a woman I was now.

I made Daddy happy, too.

My hand slid up his bulge, stroking him. I reached the tip of his cock stretching out his athletic shorts. His cock reached almost to the waistband. A little higher and...

My hand moved. I shoved into his shorts. I reached down inside and found his cock. I gripped his thick, hard shaft. An incestuous wave of delight shot through me. It was utterly naughty. It had me aching, my pussy juicy. On fire.

This was my daddy’s cock. He made me in Mommy’s womb with this dick.

I pulled out his cock while pinching my nipple with my other hand. My pussy clenched. The sink turned for a moment. How much time did I have before she finished? I licked my lips, leaning over the chair, staring with hunger at Daddy’s cock.

“You have to stop this, Kat,” Daddy groaned.

“No, I don’t,” I purred, staring at the spongy tip. Precum beaded at the tip. I just had to duck my head down and swallow him.

So I did.

I engulfed the tip of Daddy’s cock. I sucked hard on him. He groaned. Noise echoed from the kitchen. Mom seemed to be humming as I was sucking. It was so hot. My pussy clenched as I loved my daddy’s cock. I savored the incestuous delight of bobbing my head up and down his dick, my fiery hair spilling around my face.

He groaned. His hand grabbed my hair, gripping me as I put to use all the lessons he’d taught me last night. My tongue danced around his cock, swirling him, darting this and that. His fingers tightened in my hair as I sucked hard.

“Shit,” he muttered. “Your mom could catch us.”

I whimpered about his dick.

“She could walk in and find you sucking my cock, Kat.”

Did that excite him? His voice sounded so throaty. His cock was so hard. I gripped his base, feeling the throb and pulse of his heartbeat. I sucked on the tip, loving the taste of his precum. I pleasured him. I gave him my all.

My pussy grew hotter, soaking my tank top. I bobbed my head, working my mouth up an down his dick. This was so hot. He had to see now. He had to understand all the pleasure that I could give him. All the bliss that I was capable of giving my daddy.

“Kat!” he panted as I bobbed up and down. I worked my mouth, my lips sealed tight about his shaft. I loved the feel of him in my mouth. The thrill of pleasing him. It was a treat. A delight to enjoy.

I would have him cumming in my mouth. I would swallow his incestuous seed.

“Kat!” Mom called. She must think I’m upstairs. “Breakfast is almost done!”

I sucked harder. I needed my breakfast. That mouthful of my daddy’s hot cum. He would spurt so much jizz into my mouth. It would be incredible. My cunt clenched. The juices soaked my flannel shorts as I nursed with passion.

“Kat?” Mom called.