Momma’s Girl Daddy’s Lover
Anonymous
Publisher: Lot's Cave, Inc.
Summary
DESCRIPTION Nothing compares to the feel of daddy’s cock stretching me open, except maybe the taste of momma’s hot, wet pussy... EXCERPT I took a deep breath, as I reached for the door, willing my father to look up. I figured I had maybe half a minute, at most, to make an impression. He did look up, his gaze dropping immediately to my chest, where it lingered before moving down. I withheld a smile as I moved to the lounger beside my mother. She slipped her finger into her book as she turned toward me, a look of disbelief forming. “Seriously?” I gave her a pleading look. She shook her head. “He’s you father,” she said, only loud enough for me to hear. “Why do you insist on teasing the poor man?” “They’re taking alcohol to the beach, Mom, in a car...” The smile left her face then, and she shook her head. “Don’t you ever try to bribe me.” My brows drew. “I’m sorry.” She exhaled. “I’m trying to give you the opportunity to convince me to let you have your way. Don’t squander it.” I held her gaze for a long moment before turning toward my father. He was sawing a piece of wood, his muscles moving in the most appealing way. “I want him...” I took and released a calming breath. “I want him to think I look sexy,” I whispered. She broke the short silence. “He’d have to be dead not to think you look sexy in that, honey.” I turned to meet her gaze. “Then what?” My brows drew. “What?” “What happens after you get him lusting after you?” My breath caught as the butterflies took off in my stomach. I turned back toward him. “I lay back and let him have his way with me,” I whispered. “Jesus, baby, he’s your father!” she hissed. I shook my head, staring at his chest. “He’s the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.” “He’s your father,” she repeated. “He loves me.” “He’s my husband,” she said, her tone a quiet whisper. I met her gaze. “He would be gentle. I would be safe, in my own bed, not in the back seat of some car, with some inexperienced dork.” She chuckled. “You think you have this all figured out, don’t you?” “No, actually, I don’t. All I know is that I can’t stop thinking about him.” She held my gaze a few moments before shifting it to my chest. “Put some lotion on, before you burn.” I couldn’t stop the smile, and as I reached for the tube, I shifted my gaze, watching as he straightened, his gaze moving first to me then to my mother then back. I glanced to the side, surprised to see her head back and her eyes closed. I returned my gaze to his, holding it as I squeezed lotion into my hand and began to work the stuff into my foot and lower leg. I leaned forward even more, my breasts bracketing one knee, and I knew that, from his perspective, the view would be hard to ignore. When I finished with my feet and legs I lowered them, then went to work on my stomach. I met his gaze again when I began to massage my breasts, purposely allowing my fingers to slip under the fabric. “Is he watching you do that?” I nodded, unable to stop the smile. She laughed softly. “Naughty girl.”