It was four weeks after the flying visit to her parents that Emily had cause to phone her father for assistance. It wasn’t that kind of assistance, just that the garage roof was leaking and she wondered whether he would help fix it.
Emily promised him bed and breakfast as a reward and Maggie sat opposite him, with the phone on speaker, looking at the broad grin on his face. She could see the cogs turning and imagined him thinking of what ‘Bed and Breakfast’ would mean.
Matt decided to visit during the week, as Emily had put it so concisely, there was more chance of Darren having to attend his workplace.
The world had changed for the better, but the working-from-home practice got in Emily’s way a little.
Matt arrived on a Tuesday, settled in, and examined the issues with the garage roof. It was fixable, and he could do it by himself. Both Darren and Emily were very grateful.
The week dragged on. Tuesday saw all the preparation work being put in place and the real work would start on Wednesday.
The air was thick with innuendo that evening, and both Matt and his daughter had to bite their lips on several occasions. Even helping his daughter wash the dishes was fraught with difficulty with Darren walking in on them several times. They only managed the odd naughty whisper telling each other how much they wanted to fuck and how each of them couldn’t wait to get their cock wet or their pussy filled.
Darren stayed at home on Wednesday, so Matt got on with the work at hand but waited until Thursday for better weather to finalise the roof and apply a new coat of sealant and tar. After completing the work for the day, he treated himself to an uneventful shower with Emily being far too busy with the baby in any case.
Matt dressed and busied himself in the kitchen and entered the lounge with a well-earned beer. The sight of Emily breastfeeding made his cock jerk in his pants. He imagined that morning four weeks previous when she offered her breasts to him to suckle on. His mouth started watering at the thought. Matt sat on the sofa opposite her. The baby had practically fallen asleep while feeding and Emily took him upstairs to lay him down in the cot. She asked Darren to keep his ears peeled for any sound and to shout to her if needed.
Emily practically ran down the stairs, unclipping the front of her feeding bra, and baring her tit flesh and nipple. She entered the lounge and sat on the sofa, motioning for her father to join her. Matt was sitting next to her in no time and she pulled his head down so that it rested on her lap. She offered up her breast to his face and his mouth latched onto her nipple sucking avidly on it.
Emily let out a loud sigh as the milk started flowing. She kept her eyes peeled and her ears pricked, listening for any sounds on the stairs of a pending husband complete with a child.
“I need your cock in me, Dad,” she said as her father suckled her tit.
Matt lifted his head. “We mustn’t, this is risky enough,” he added.
Emily nodded but couldn’t resist her hand wandering down to his trousers to cop a good handful of dad-cock.
Emily heard a noise and practically jumped out of the sofa, stuffing her tit back into her bra and pulling her top down over her breasts. Matt followed suit and ran to the chair opposite. He picked up his coffee to take a sip just as Emily sat back down and Darren entered the room. It was a close call.
Darren was having a fag-break as he put it, though he didn’t smoke, but reckoned that people who worked from home should still have breaks. He stayed to chat to Matt, for a good fifteen minutes. All Matt could think of was the taste of milk in his mouth and his daughter’s breast that he sucked on moments earlier and her hand on his cock.
Darren remained oblivious to everything that was going on.
Thursday saw the beginnings of a new roof on the garage, thanks to the late evenings it was finished by seven that evening, too late for Matt to start driving home.
Friday morning was an early rise and Matt made it into the car and was about to drive off when he noticed that Darren was also leaving the house.
“Off to work?” asked Matt.
Darren nodded, “Yeah, they want me in the office today, care to give me a lift to the train station?”
“Happy to,” replied Matt, “jump in.”
Matt dropped Darren at the station and said his goodbyes. His phone pinged with a message.
‘Baby’s asleep, I’m fingering my pussy, get your cock back here now.’
Seconds later another message arrived.
‘Are you coming home today? The vibrator’s batteries have run dry.’
It was from his wife and Matt quickly replied telling her that he would be late and that he would get some Duracell on the way home. He ended the message with a devil emoji.
Matt pulled up at his daughter’s house, the door was open and he went straight in, up the stairs and just like she had done, he pressed his ear to the bedroom door. He could hear mild moaning and words coming from his daughter’s mouth that made her sound like a slut. She was shouting his name, saying how much she loved her father’s cock, and how much she loved drinking her father’s cum. She was well past the point of no return and he knew it.
Matt stripped naked on the other side of heaven. His cock was already erect and eager to bury itself in something wet and silky. The sight of his daughter after opening the door blew his mind. Emily’s eyes were closed and she was fingering her twat with one hand and pinching her nipple with the other.
‘Oh dad, fuck me please, dad.’ she kept repeating.
It was music to her father’s ears to know that his daughter fantasised about the same things as he did. He stayed still and enjoyed the sight, imagining his cock entering the same hole that her fingers were plundering.
Matt crept towards the bed, desperate to just jump on her and bury his aching cock into her pussy. Instead, he leaned over the bed between her open legs, snatched her hand away and buried his head between her thighs.
Emily’s eyes shot open and then the smile said it all. She grabbed the back of his head with both hands and welcomed his tongue inside her. The oral onslaught was manic. Her father’s fast and furious tongue brought her to orgasm quickly. Her shuddering and shaking thighs eventually clamped around his head, blocking off all sound and keeping his actions steady and focused. She screamed when his tongue contacted her clit.
“I love you Dad, I fucking love you. You make me cum so good,” she cried. Her verbal outburst was associated with the opening of her thighs and the pushing away of her father’s head from her sex.
Matt wasn’t letting up the onslaught, he quickly crawled up her body, a quick kiss on her belly before positioning himself for penetration, he mauled her tits and sucked on a nipple at the same time his cock entered her. Her legs wrapped around him and their combined moans and groans would have wakened the dead.
He started fucking as soon as he was inside her silky sheath. His pounding cock was eager to please and eager to drive his daughter over that edge for the second time.
“Oh! Dad. fuck me, Dad.”
Emily lifted her legs in the air and straightened them giving her dad all the access he needed to plunder his daughter’s depths. She held onto his waist and encouraged him to suck on her tits and to bite her nipples. The combined sensations were never enough for her and she was always in need of more.
Matt finally manoeuvred both of her nipples together and sucked them both at the same time, all at the expense of fucking her hard, it was something he loved doing while see-sawing his cock into her tight little hole.
Emily moaned loudly. She wouldn’t have heard a brass band playing outside of her house let alone the bedroom door opening.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum inside you,” announced her father.
“Yes, do it, Dad,” Emily replied.
Matt stopped licking her breasts and pushed himself up on his arms. He pushed and prodded her sex with fast and furious thrusts, desperate for his release. Each thrust was more powerful and needy than the previous one. Emily climaxed from the overflowing pleasure that her body was feeling, she needed this fuck more than anything, needed her father’s seed in her and she needed to cum hard on his dick. There was no substitute for her father’s cock. She knew that.
Matt announced that he was about to unload into her, and in a light-bulb moment pulled out of his daughter’s cunt, to a flurry of verbal abuse as to why he was stopping. He manhandled her onto all fours, pulled her backside towards him and sunk his cock into her anus.
“Oh, fuck my ass, Yesssssss,” cried Emily.
“Oh yes, it’s been ages since it went in there,” she added.
It certainly had been, the last time her father remembered fucking her arse was when she was twenty, and it was the time they were caught going at it by his wife, her mother, who happened to catch them in the man shed at the bottom of the garden. Matt believed it to be a haven for men only, but his wife knew he was there and needed his help. She hadn’t factored in that her daughter would be there too with his dick wedged in her tight ass.
It was a shocking moment for them all, more so for Maggie and it had taken some time, with Matt staying at his mum’s house for a couple of weeks, while the family discussed what had happened.
Emily pushed her bottom backwards to meet her father’s thrusts. She loved rocking her body in this way, taking his cock inside her most treasured and tight hole. Matt grasped her hips and started thrusting once more. His actions bordered on manic behaviour as he pounded her ass for his pleasure. At that moment he didn’t care whether Emily would climax or not, he just wanted to cum fucking his daughter.
Emily’s moans and groans indicated that she was enjoying every penetrative moment and every thrust of his cock made her tits brush the bedclothes harder and with more passion, making her nipples sore. Matt knew she was climaxing when her body started to sink towards the bed, her legs giving way underneath her. If he was looking at her face now, her eyes would be swivelling upwards into her head, her lips would be quivering and she’d start to shake, but the pressure of his body pounding into her and the support of his hands prevented some of those actions.
Matt spurted into his daughter’s ass. She was asking for it, he told himself, and Emily would agree wholeheartedly. His fucking didn’t stop until he emptied the entire contents of his balls into her, at which point he withdrew from her, letting her fall to the bed as he stepped backwards off it.
Emily sank into the bedclothes and the pillow, breathing heavily. At least she hadn’t squirted and therefore wouldn’t need to change the sheets or dry the bed.
Matt stepped back and admired her beautiful flesh. Her globulus bottom was on full display and her breasts leaked out of the side of her body as she slumbered in post-orgasmic bliss.
Matt’s cock started to deflate despite him trying to keep it awake for seconds. Emily rolled over, their eyes locked together, she held out her arms and pleaded with her eyes for him to join her.
Matt climbed onto the bed to be devoured by his daughter’s voluptuous body. She lathered him with tender kisses, looped her leg over his, making his cock slide on her wetness, and pushed her breasts into his torso.
The kisses were tender and seductive. As sensual as she could be, they nibbled each other’s lips. Emily slowly moved her body, sliding it on top of her father. The kisses became deeper, tongues invaded their mouths and Emily could feel it growing again. Eager for more.
She lifted herself off the bed and straddled her father properly, allowing her breasts to dangle in his face. She brushed and swayed her nipples over his lips. An action she knew would harden him sooner than later.
By the time she reached down between their bodies, her father’s cock was hard and erect. She lifted her body enough to pull it forward and into her needy cunt. Sinking on it, she sighed and started to fuck him.
They stared at each other throughout the fuck, each of them feeding off the look of lust in the other’s eyes. Their passion for fucking was matched by the deep breaths they took. Emily’s third orgasm announced itself to her marital bedroom. A room that had seen all types of sexual behaviour including bondage and spanking, the room noted the act of incest and ticked it off its bucket list of things that Emily liked to do.
The fuck concluded with Emily’s climax and Matt spurting into his daughter’s pussy. She slumped forward so they could share a passionate kiss. She had every intention of repeating the last performance and getting her father hard again, but the whimpering from next door told her that she needed to look after someone else. One oral and two fucks would have to do, she thought.
Reluctantly, Emily slid off the bed. She looked at her father, in the full knowledge that she could never get enough of him, could never get tired of taking his cock. It was built into her psyche. One single fuck was never enough and they always descended into the depths of depravity.
Emily smiled and nodded to the door. Her father more than understood. Emily threw on some quick clothes that lay around the room and Matt dressed to go home. They said their goodbyes over one last coffee.
“Now, if there’s any problem with that roof….” Matt said.
Emily smiled, “I’m sure there’s going to be, don’t you? Or maybe the cooker, or dishwasher or…”
“Or maybe something completely different,” her father added.
While sitting in the car, Matt picked up the phone and sent one last message to his wife, ‘Leaving now.’ Followed by several winking emojis.
‘Need more than two sets of batteries now,’ came the reply.
Matt drove off with a grin as wide as a Cheshire cat and a cock that was as spent as his last penny.
