Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Out Of Control:(Incest/Taboo)>Ep57

"Oh sweetie, it's hard for me, too," James said, "I mean, to stop in the middle like this is very painful for Daddy." James pointed down at this cock, still hard and throbbing under the steering wheel. "But we have to do what's best for both of us, right? Like the doctor said: little steps."

Molly sighed and sat up. She started to reach for her jeans. Her father reached down to his fly. Molly felt sad, watching that perfect penis be put away. And despite the emotion of everything, the disappointment, she couldn't help but also feel the echoes of that driving need in her pussy. She was going to have rub one out, hard, when they got back to the house.

"Daddy, wait," Molly said. James froze mid-zip. "When you get home, what are you going to do?"

"I don't understand what you mean, honey," James said, looking legitimately bewildered.

"Well, like you said, it's painful to stop halfway. So, you're not going to go home, eat ice cream, and go to sleep, right? You'll go downstairs to your bed, maybe take out some 'reading material' and... you know? Right?" "Molly, I don't think that's an appropriate thing for you to ask me about."

"I'm going to do it, too, Dad. Of course I am, after all this? I might not even make it to dessert. We're going to park the car and I'm going to run straight up to my room, throw off my shorts and jam my little pussy till she screams." "Molly..."

"And I'll probably look at porn when I do it. Just to feel like, in the moment or whatever. Won't you?" James sat there silently.

"Come on Dad, I know you will. Tell me you're not going to stroke that awesome, amazing cock when you get home. After everything we've done together you can admit that, right? Hell, I told you I'm going to jilly myself silly, can't you tell me you're going to jack it till you jizz?"

"Yes," James said, looking away from his daughter. Her vocabulary was definitely getting interesting lately. Molly wondered if there was such a thing as a Dirty Word of the Day calendar.

"After everything we did and then stopped -- and I get why we have to stop, OK -- you'd have to do it, right?" Molly beamed at her father proudly. She'd gotten so into her speech, she'd forgotten all about being shy and was now waving her arms back and forth as she spoke. Her breasts swung in time with her gestures and her father followed every jiggle. Hypnotism -- don't let anyone tell you it's not real.

"OK, I admit it. I'm going to go home and... And do that. Are you happy now?" James asked, not unkindly.

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know most of it's fake but sometimes, I mean... There's

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have fantasies. Natural. If anything, he said it would be good to help with the healing process," Molly said. Dr. Pulisic had said nothing of the sort, but she could imagine he might have said

out, "I mean, I look for girls who kind of look like you. I'm sorry Molly, I

Molly said, "That's exactly the same thing, right? It's OK to fantasize. I love that you look for girls like me, it means I turn you

"Yes, baby, but..."

going to go home and stroke yourself and imagine being with me. And I'm going to go home and flick my bean while I

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stared at his daughter with a combination of awe and apprehension. Like she'd explained a complicated thesis that proved, indisputably, that the world would end next Tuesday. On the one hand he looked proud, and on the

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Molly said, "We're doing the same thing we were going to do at

nodded excitedly like a girl about to get a gift

her bare bottom. She spread her thick, pink thighs, reached down through her golden pubes, and found her

up as she teased at her pouty lips. She dipped her fingers into her opening for a bit of lubrication. Then she dragged her juices around her slit

her coral-colored slit and slowly stroking up and down. Watching her Daddy do that, Molly felt herself full-on gush. She went from slow playing to straight up speed metal in seconds, her fingers racing

Dad's fist as it flew up and down his shaft. His eyes still locked on his baby daughter's body as they both raced closer to cumming. Molly needed something hard in her slot, so she jammed two fingers into her tight twat. She kept pumping in and out, now stroking her clit so

"I'm... Daddy's getting close, baby. Are you getting close baby

"Y... yeah Dad."

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