Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Out Of Control:(Incest/Taboo)>Ep68

The church parking lot was full when they got there. As the Campbells walked en masse into the church a few people waved. Molly was happy to see that she didn't feel anything about them. No uncontrollable urges or anything like that. Maybe the drug truly had worn off.

They chose a pew near the back and filed in. The technicolor Jesus on the stained glass stared down at the family from his cross. He didn't seem so disdainful, Molly decided. More perturbed. And that could easily come from, you know, literally being nailed to a piece of wood. Maybe Jesus had bigger problems than what the family had done together. Maybe a guy who'd suffered so much despite wanting the best for the world might understand a little bit about unintended consequences.

The reverend stood up to begin the service. The family all smiled at each other warmly. Molly was sitting on the far end of the row, next to her father. Her mother was on his other side, with Austin next to her and Lexi holding up the other end. This was a big step. They were all out together and no one was ripping off clothes, pissing a fire hose, or lost in the throes of illicit, incestuous passion. They were normal. This was normal.

Molly felt her father's hand on hers. He'd reached down and was holding her fingers. Tightly. Like the church pew was about to lift off. Molly looked up at James, but he was staring straight ahead. Looking not to look. The rest of the family also seemed locked into the service. James' hand was the only hint that anything was amiss.

Molly had expected church to be a repudiation. A reminder of all the things she'd done. Instead, though, Molly just found it boring, like always. It was almost disappointing. If you couldn't feel guilty in church, maybe you've moved beyond that feeling entirely. Molly glanced down at her father's hand again. It was starting to hurt her fingers. His knuckles were almost white. And a little beyond that, Molly could make out the bulge in her father's pants. Oh yes.

Molly smiled despite herself. Now here was something to keep her entertained. And, obviously, her father was also experiencing a bit of a distraction. Problem one, however, was how not to be noticed. The Campbells had chosen a spot near the back, in an empty row. They were actually fairly isolated in the crowd. So long as no one deliberately looked their way, no one would be the wiser.

Still just staring off at the pulpit. Molly reached over and pulled the good book down till it rested right above her father's erection, so it created a kind of umbrella. The blonde girl reached under the book with her free hand and began

family was focused, no one could see what Molly was up to. She felt her father's body grow taut and she slowed. She didn't want her father to cum. Not in his pants, in any

ended. Everyone stood, her father slowest of all. He held the bible

James said to the rest of the family, "Molly and I have something to discuss." The blonde girl quivered

a word, more dragging his daughter than walking with her. It

one lined with classrooms on either side. This was where the church

The floor had high piled carpet with big yellow numbers on it, counting from one to nine. It was covered in random

a word. He just

her by the back of her neck and led her to the desk. He bent her over at the waist, forcing her to hold herself up with her hands.

you needed it," Molly said

good way. Her father stood behind her and flipped her dress up over her ass. He pulled down her stockings, underwear and all, and

back to make sure the door was locked. He cursed as he stepped on a toy, then kicked it away. It squeaked and crashed in the corner. Molly couldn't help but wonder if she'd gone too far this time. Then her father