Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Out Of Control:(Incest/Taboo)>Ep51

Austin didn't remember falling asleep in his tiny bed, but he must have, because at some point the darkness slipped away and he awoke to bright, blinding sunshine.

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"I think that I'm going to run a quick errand," James announced to the family at breakfast, "Who wants to come along?"

"I'll go, Daddy!" Molly said. Christine, Austin, and Lexi stared down at their phones.

"OK, that's one," James said, trying to keep his sunny disposition, "That's a start."

He'd woken up in the finished basement on the fold-out couch. Christine hadn't sent him there, but he'd felt weird about climbing into bed with her, so he'd made the choice for her. He noticed his wife didn't complain one bit about his decision. Sleeping down there wasn't so uncomfortable overall. The bed was thin, and the room smelled of mold, and it was strangely upsetting to sleep alone after all those years of getting used to a warm body next to him. But it meant he could wake up and watch SportsCenter first thing and that was kind of fun.

Despite all that, James felt strangely energized that morning. So, he'd jumped out of bed, gotten dressed, and set about making breakfast for the family. Their kitchen was massive -- an open floorplan with big silvery appliances and wide granite countertops. However, since both he and Christine worked all the time, they almost never used it. The kitchen was mostly just a very expensive place to store old take-out boxes. But now, with nothing but time on his hands, James resolved to get cooking.

Except, the kitchen was stocked more like a bachelor pad than the five-star restaurant it was trying to ape. There were a few eggs, some suspicious cheese, and not much else. James had enough to make something that at least approximated breakfast, but not much more. And sure, they could order delivery for the rest of their stay. James was fairly certain his family had enough self-control to keep from jumping the poor delivery boy. But still, he needed to keep busy and busy meant cooking and cooking required supplies.

even try to go full supermarket, but a quick jaunt down the road to the Fast Check for some basic necessities seemed safe enough. What could go wrong

be golden. They'd been together for so long, even if this was a bumpy patch, James knew his wife was smart and understanding. They had what often felt like a psychic connection, reading each other in ways that should have been impossible. There was no doubt in James' mind that his wife would

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back to the last time she'd sat there. What she'd done while he was driving. Fuck, the car even still smelled a bit like sex. James wondered, absently, if they made a little green tree air freshener in that

Daddy," Molly said, clearly noticing her father's

she was so gorgeous. Her thick blonde curls and seductive, sunny smile. Molly was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, but it still showed off her body in

grabbing things to fill it with. Her breasts and ass bounced as she went, and James swore

items as strawberry frosted Pop Tarts and "everything" flavored Combos, whatever that meant. But they carried some basic staples and that was enough for the moment. James had actually never stopped there before, had only passed it on the drive

good sign. Here was his first exposure to a store full of strangers and James didn't feel an uncontrollable desire for any of them. Just, well, just his daughter. That was problematic, sure, but still better than what James feared could happen. Molly, ironically, was safe. Strangers were not. And working to overcome a

counter, a teenaged boy that Molly seemed to recognize, they loaded up the car and headed for home. James couldn't help but smile to himself as they

drive -- they were already halfway home. But James remembered before, at the campsite, watching the young blonde girl wet her pants. Was it wrong that that image made him even harder than he already was? "I don't think there's a bathroom anywhere near

development and so most of the roads were still forested. The kind of

a little concern leaking into her voice. She gripped his arm

implicitly understood that he needed to stop somewhere private. About a mile down, James remembered, there was a side road that would eventually become another row of houses. At the moment, however, it was an unpaved cul-de-sac with trees and not much else. James hurried and turned onto the bumpy road. He pulled to the right side. "You OK?" he asked

She reached down and grabbed

but before the words could come out of his mouth James' cock was out of his shorts and in