Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Out Of Control:(Incest/Taboo)>Ep10

Molly looked up at her father again. He was breathing heavily. A vein throbbed on the side of his forehead. He seemed to be doing everything not to look in his daughter's direction. Molly saw her father's penis. It looked even larger now. And suddenly Molly knew exactly what she needed to do..

"Daddy..." Molly said it lower now. Like a whisper or a confession. She stalked over to her father. Stood in front of him. Both of them panting like they'd run a race.

"Hurts so bad..." her father muttered.

"Me too," Molly said, "I'm sorry Daddy, but I need..."

She couldn't even finish getting the words out before her hand shot down and gripped her father's massive cock. Molly flinched. She waited for her father to shout. To scream. To rip himself away. Instead he did the one thing she didn't expect. He groaned.

"Oh baby."

"I know," Molly said. And she did know. The innocent 18-year-old had never even touched a penis before. But she knew exactly what she needed to do with it now.

Molly reached up and pulled her father's face to hers. She pressed her lips to his in a most undaughterly way. Snaked her little tongue into his mouth. Both of them gasped, like getting a first burst of oxygen after holding back for so long. Molly's father's hands slid up her flanks and grasped her oversized tits. They both sighed, again, in unison. Her Dad's hands felt so rough and strong on Molly's breasts. Kneading and squeezing with equal passion and hunger. Molly had never had someone touch her there. She'd been vaguely aware of how her tits might sometimes act like a live wire down to her pussy. Like when she rubbed herself. But this. Something about the way her father held her breasts made Molly's pussy fucking throb. Like it wasn't already pulsing like crazy.

Molly let herself fall backwards, pulling her Dad down with her by the dick. She spread her legs wide. Pulled her father forward. A thousand things shouted in Molly's mind. About how wrong this was. She wasn't supposed to be fucking, not in the middle of a campground. Not with her Daddy. Oh, Molly loved him so much and yet she couldn't imagine ever doing something so brazen. So wanton. And yet some part of her required it. No option. Only need. "Daddy," she gasped between kisses.

sorry baby," James said, "I

it in me. I

Dad's cock, tightly, lined it up with her aching

them, shoving Molly away from her father. At first, Molly thought Christine was doing a very motherly thing: trying to

cock, possessively. She saw the hungry look in her

Chrissie," James said, "I don't know what came over me

said, "That's supposed to be

penis tight in her fist. Her tiny breasts trembling. Her nipples looked almost sharp. Christine looked her daughter down, like dominating a puppy. Then she climbed on top of her husband as

even worse than before. It needed something. Anything. Molly cast about for something even mildly cock-shaped but came up with nothing. She lay on the grass and watched her parents fuck in front

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The blonde teen had masturbated before -- many times, if she was honest with herself. As much as one could be said to be 'good' at rubbing one out, Molly was good at it. She'd figured out the exact angle to hold her fingers in her sloppy channel, the perfect rhythm to work her clit. She could squeeze out a good cum in about five minutes if she wanted and could run multiples if she had the time to really

Yet now her frantic clit-flicking seemed barely to help. Her pleasure was a whisper, begging to be heard over the

mother slammed herself onto her husband with abandon on the grass nearby. James reached up and squeezed his wife's tits. He moaned in what almost sounded like frustration.

her daughter staring back at

the blonde teenager said, "I know I can't. But it hurts. I need it

and began slipping off her husband's cock. Her pussy making squelching sounds as it reluctantly let go. James kept trying

"Chrissie," he moaned.

too. But fuck. We need to