Incest/Taboo Mom's New Family Affair

BETH'S PERSPECTIVE

I finally finished the last two flower arrangements and looked up at the clock. It was 6:10 and I quickly washed my hands and got ready to go.

Thursdays I usually worked until 7, but today I wanted to leave early so I could get back home to change clothes and freshen up. Fae had told me it was Ok for the early out today so it wasn't long after I was in my car racing home to introduce the first step of my plan and that was to look more like Mom. After all, that's what had set him off last Thursday night.

I immediately took a quick shower and started on my hair and makeup. Mom had long hair like mine and used to wear it back like I do but differently. I always tucked my hair behind my ears and she styled hers over the tops of her ears when she wore it back. It didn't take me long to reproduce her style.

As far as makeup goes, Mom liked to wear eye liner. I use it too but only as a highlight where Mom used it to outline her eyes a bit more, though she used it sparingly. By the time I was finished, I looked in the mirror and said "Oh my god..." as I saw a good rendition of Mom looking back at me which strangely enough, made my pussy tingle in such a naughty way knowing how hot it might affect Dad.

I slipped into my peach colored bra and thong set, not so much for the sexy look of it; I doubted things would happen for Daddy to really see me in it tonight. What I liked though was how it shaped my breasts and the bit of cleavage it created along with the skimpiness of the thong.

First I slipped on another denim skirt that was a bit longer than the other's I wear which was just below mid-thigh, again very similar to what Mom used to wear then again chose another of her style of tops by choosing a tank top with a bit of a plunge in front, but still very proper for public.

After sliding on a pair of flat sandals, I looked at myself in the full length mirror in Mom's room and thought with a giggle that I hope I wouldn't scare him away... because I really did look like her.

I eased into my car and took off towards Walmart. That's where I was meeting my Dad. I had called him earlier in the day and asked if we could take a drive for old time sake and go to a roadside hamburger stand two towns over that was a favorite of ours when I was a kid.

It was actually quite famous in the area, not only for the good hamburgers but also its name which was officially "The Burger Joint". The place had opened in the late 50s, and had been passed down through the family for generations. But in the mid-70s, one of the sons put out and advertisement that became quite controversial for the times and actually got pulled, but still lasted to this day with the word-of-mouth crowd. His advertising campaign slogan was simply "Everybody loves BJs" and/or "I want a BJ!"

Needless to say it was a great gimmick which picked up its own momentum which has lasted for years and now generations too. As they say, the best advertisement is free advertisement.

Even with the pun, the food was exceptionally good and we had gone there often when I was young, especially when we camped in the area. The place was still there and as famous as ever for their burgers and he quickly agreed to go there.

Our plan was to meet in Walmart's parking lot and park my car there while we took his truck out there. I loved that truck. If he ever ended up selling it, I would want to be the one who bought it.

The truck is almost as old as I am. It's been Daddy's hobby car for years. About five years ago he had it re-painted using the original colors and was able to also locate replacement OEM seat covers and an overhead liner. The end result is a truck that looked like new even though it was built in 1995 and he keeps it clean, waxed, shined and immaculate. It still remains Daddy's pride and joy.

The truck was also packed full of memories for me too. It had a large, extra wide console that flipped up to create a full bench seat. When we'd go on a trip or camping I'd sit in the middle and on the outbound trip, Mom would put her arm around me and I'd sometimes fall asleep as my head rested on her breast. But... on the return trip, I'd often lean against Daddy. He's put his arm around me too and I often fell asleep with my head leaning his chest, and sometimes when I was really young and smaller, I'd even put my head innocently in his lap.

I wondered if I was going to add new memories to the truck tonight.

I pulled into the corner of the parking lot where we planned to meet and sat there with the engine running to keep the air conditioning going. In the direct sun, it was hot, but the forecast was for it to cool down considerably as the sun set and become a comfortable, cool summer night which hopefully come in handy if my plan succeeded.

While I waited, I was typing my adopted Mom a text just to say hi and said I was a bit excited since I was now waiting on Dad to arrive. I never got a chance to send it though because just as I was finishing, his truck pulled up next to my car. I waived, shut the car off and grabbed my purse. Once out I opened the passenger side door to the truck and said "Hi Dad!" in a cheery voice.

Dad's eyes went wide for a moment in surprise as he saw me and I knew I was successful reminding him of my real mom. But he smiled a big smile and said "Hey, Sugar!... Jump on in!"

Dad had removed the old step up railings he had on the truck since they were getting old and had ordered new ones that had not arrived yet. This made me grab the handle over the window and I lifted my right leg to step up into the cab. Doing so caused the hem of my skirt to rise high as I momentarily had to spread in making the step.

Sure enough, I caught Dad's quick glance as his eyes suddenly shifted down for the view and then shifted to my face as he leaned back in his seat trying to look nonchalant. I had to grin, knowing he got a good shot and once in my seat, I leaned over the console and gave him a kiss on his cheek and said "Hey there, Daddy... So how was your day?"

"Not bad and getting better now that you're here... I've been looking forward all day for one of those BJs after you called. That was a good idea" said Dad with a hearty chuckle as I buckled in and we took off.

I had to struggle to keep a straight face, even though a grin did sneak through. I knew when he said BJs he meant the burger, as I thought I had a taste for one too... but of a different type. However, I managed to cross my legs as I placed my elbow on the wide console and entwined my fingers as I let my arms relax, taking the position and body language I knew Mom had used over the years. Though I was intentionally mimicking my mom's old ways on purpose, it felt comfortable doing so and I realized how much of her mannerisms had apparently inherited.

I think Dad also thought the same. Out of the corner of my eye I'd catch him glancing me each time he checked his rear view mirror. His eyes went first to me, the mirror, back to me and then the road. My dressing up like Mom was seemingly having my desired effect.

As we drove along, we talked about work and I even asked how Eleanor was doing. Occasionally I would look over at him and often as he talked; he'd be staring ahead as we took the two lane highway north to the burger joint. When he did, I'd often glance down to his lap for any indication of him getting a chubby at all.

Of course I didn't see anything, I would have been surprised if I had since there had been no chance to seem sexually suggestive from either talk or sight.

I then started talking about the truck and how it brings back so many memories. We talked about the memories of camping trips we used to take or the road trips we'd take to see his sister, my Aunt Susan.

I could see Dad was getting all reminiscent like myself but thought maybe he was getting a bit melancholy too so I decided to cheer him up so I said cheerily "Dad, would you mind if I lifted the console up and sat next to you like Mom and I did years ago? I'd really like that."

His head turned to me with his eyebrows raised as he asked "Really?" and after a slight pause added "Sure, I'd like that too" as he gave me a soft smile.

We both lifted the forward edge of the console and I started scooting over as I dug the center seat seat belts out from between the cushions, knowing he'd give me a hassle if I didn't. As I unrolled the one nearest to Dad, I scooted close to him allowing both my thigh and my hip to contact his.

Sitting in the center also meant my feet were on the hump in the center of the floor. I kept the knee of my left leg closest to him straight up but let my other foot side to the side of the hump as I leaned my knee into my left leg. This position also meant my skirt's hem lifted a bit higher, but it didn't look overly so, so I left it were it was.

As I finally settled in so closely, it was only natural for my arm and hand to lower down to where it landed on his thigh. I waited in anticipation to see if he would make a move to resist it. He didn't though and I thought there for a second that he might have relaxed is leg more against mine instead.

As we drove on I let my fingertips move side to side in an innocent caress on his thigh. I noticed the sun was just touching the tops of the trees to our left as we continued to head north and I said "Look at the sun, Dad, I bet we're going to have a beautiful sunset tonight. How about we eat outside on the picnic tables instead of inside at the counter when we get there?"

I saw Dad's head turn to his left as he checked out the sun at the tree line as he said "Yeah, that's a good idea. It hasn't been a good year for mosquitoes so it might be nice." As he did I glanced down quickly and noticed what I hoped to see. Yes, I could see a faint outline of a lump that as growing from his crotch sideways in the direction of his left hip. It was mild, but I was sure it was there.

This all happened very fast because Dad added a comment as he came out with " You're full of all kinds of good ideas today, aren't you..." with a chuckle and he patted my knee, allowing it to rest there before suddenly moving it back to the steering wheel as if he forgot who I was or something.

I replied with a "Hmmmm, I hope so!" and a giggle and then reached for his hand and steered it off the steering wheel and placed it back on my leg where his fingertips were on my knee and the palm of his hand was on my thigh just above the knee itself. I then added "Oh don't run away, I like it there. I won't bite. I promise!" I said with another giggle to make it sound more innocent...

We were just passing through the second town now and BJs was only a mile or so from where we were. I patted his hand to stay in place and then returned mine to his thigh. He didn't say anything, but he sure didn't pull his hand away either.

Nothing had happened, but I was definitely satisfied on how we had broken the ice a bit by allowing ourselves to combine our personal space as we pulled into the parking lot.

Dad had his idiosyncrasies about his truck. Rarely did I ever see him park it nose in, he only did that when he had to load things in the back. Otherwise he'd back into a parking spot. Another thing was if the parking lot was congested in one section but farther out it was empty, that's where he would park saying there was less chance in getting nicked by someone's door.

Tonight was no exception. He backed into a space at the far corner of the lot and we got out. As he met me in front of the truck I noticed he had his hand in his left pants pocket of his khakis as if he was looking for his keys but I didn't draw attention to it. I hooked my arm into his and let my breast rub occasionally against his arm as we walked to the picnic table area where we chose a table.

I moved to sit as Dad took my order, reminding me the burgers were a bit on the small side, but I only wanted one along with a small order of fries and a diet Coke. He went to the order window for the picnic table area, gave the order and then returned, sliding into the table across from me.

Dad had this faraway look in his eyes again like last time as he looked at me at the restaurant last week. Then he came out and said "You remind me so much of your mom, Sweetheart."

I gave him a gentle smile and said "Thank you Dad, I really love thinking I remind you of her..."

Dad took a breath as if he was getting ready to say something when the woman at the order counter called out that our order was up.

Dad quickly returned with a tray of food which we quickly distributed between the two of us and started to slowly eat. He had ordered the same as I and we basically nibbled at it as we talked.

He asked me about John and the living arrangements at his Mom's house. I had already told him we were back together again but this time it seemed different. I told him neither one of us wanted to separate again and that from now on and there would be no dating others.

I went on to explain that his mom was just as anxious for us to be together and get married someday as he was and has said I always will have a room at her house even when John continues school for his master's degree. I knew he felt a bit guilty about me not living at home, so I told him how I really enjoyed living with John and his Mom and spun it that I would always be close to him and just a few doors down the block.

In a way I was surprised when he asked outright if I was sleeping with him. I answered him truthfully and said yes, I sleep in his bed and that if we had gone to the same college, we probably would be sharing an apartment anyway. Then added with a giggle that if he also meant having sex, I said yes, we had a very good and healthy sex life and that we were very much attuned to each other's desires, thoughts and fantasies just to see his reaction.

He kind of chuckled and said "Oh I remember being your age. Your mother and I seemed to be always at it..."

I giggled and commented back "I know! I was there to hear a lot of it!" and quietly laughed. "You and Mom definitely loved your booty time. Seeing that now makes me feel comfortable opening up sexually so someone I love, like John. But I don't think it was just a thing in the past, I bet you're still that way" I said with a knowing grin.

"I know Eleanor loves you and takes care of you, I sure hope she's doing the same in the bedroom" I said with a wink and implying it being a redundant statement.

Dad looked a bit surprised and laughed a bit as he dipped one of the last fry in some ketchup. "I guess you would have" giving me an appraising look with a half-smile. He then continued with "Oh I can't complain. Eleanor is an important person in my life, but so was your Mom. They're just different and sometimes I miss your mom a lot."

"So do I Daddy... You don't know how it makes me feel to be told by you of how I remind you of Mom. It makes me feel like I'm really part of her and a bit of her remains in me."

"I can definitely see that..." said Dad and then to my surprise he added. "If I do anything... improper(?)" he paused to gauge if that was the actual word he wanted to use and then continued "where my old mannerisms come out physically like an old habit when being with your Mom, please don't be offended, Kitten, Ok? Just let me know if I go beyond any limits and I'll understand. But... I may need time to learn some new habits now that we're seeing more of each other."

Since we were finished with our dinner, I pushed my burger wrap out of the way as leaned forward, outstretched my arm and placed my hand it on his as I said "Daddy, don't ever worry about that again. There's nothing like that you could do that would offend me. It would just make me feel like Mom... and I love that feeling so much."

We looked at each other for a few more seconds. A look of wonderment came over Dad's eyes as if his mind was somewhere else again yet very much here at the same time as if he might be thinking or even fantasizing of what that actually meant. I hoped he caught the full meaning of what I said and took it as a hint and not just a promise not to be offended.

He broke the gaze and looked off to the side and said "Look, it's just like you said, it's going to be a beautiful sunset." I agreed and then he asked in an upbeat tone, "Hey, how about a cone? We used to get them for dessert here all the time, remember?"

"Yep! I'll take a single scoop!"

Dad went up to the window and returned with two small ice cream cones. By now I was leaning forward on the table with my forearms crossed beneath my breasts as I cupped each of my elbows with my opposite hands. This made me scrunch my shoulders together causing my upper arms to press my breasts together more and plumped them up even further as they rested on my forearms which were tucked beneath them as if they were on a shelf.

When he returned I saw his eyes immediately lock in my cleavage as he attempted to ease into his seat holding the cones. I gave him a playful grin, so he would know I noticed and said nothing hoping he'd get the impression it might be Ok to look.

He kind of blushed as he handed me mine and I said "Thanks" watching him as he took his seat opposite me. I realized my position was a favorite of Mom's she used to do the same and I could only imagine what I looked like since I was wearing that peach bra from Victoria's. I remember how when she relaxed like this, it increased Mom's cleavage and when I was young I noticed it often and wished that I would have boobies like that too someday.

In a way I was just surprised. It was another thing that came natural for me to do. Here was another example of Mom coming out in me and it made my pussy tingle to think there might be other things we would have in common doing in a sexual sense.

We sat there eating our cones and chit chatted about the weather and how nice the summer was this year. At one time I actually naturally licked the drip of my cone in a very provocative way which froze my Dad's expression as if he was in awe.

I giggled "Daddy!" I said in a sing song tone and quickly added "It's only a cone!" I said with a giggle.

Dad just gave me a hearty chuckle and said "Ohhh you are your mother's daughter" of which I replied with a "Thank you!" and we both laughed.

I thought 'Finally! My first sexual innuendo from him!' and that familiar warm feeling swept through me again.

After finishing the cones I collected all the paper and cups and dumped the tray before I returned it, thinking if Daddy might have a chubby, I didn't want him to try to reduce it by getting up.

It was twilight now and getting darker in a few moments the lights would be coming on around the burger shack as we made our way to the truck, arm in arm as before. Dad didn't break our contact as we reached the front of the truck; instead he guided me to the passenger side and opened the door, which just happened to block anyone's view of us.

As our arms slipped out of each other's I turned and looked up at him and said "Daddy, could I have a good hug please?" with an innocent voice.

"Sure, Sugar" said Daddy with a soft smile. We embraced each other but I immediately noticed he resisted any contact with the front of his pants by bending his chest more toward me as we hugged. Instead I hugged him harder and arched my back a bit to press my lower body into his and I immediately found out that he did have a chubby. It seemed larger than last week's and was also getting harder by the second.

I felt him try to move his hips back again but I followed and whispered in his ear "It's Ok Daddy... I don't mind... I love you!" and I kissed him on his cheek.

The hug lasted a few moments more and we finally disengaged, but not before I felt him relax and press his stiffness back into me. I kissed him again on the cheek as I whispered "Thank you..."and then turned and climbed back into the truck.

Dad walked around the truck and just as he started in the lights went on flooding the parking and picnic area with light. He glanced at me and smiled as the started it and went to put it in gear.

As we pulled out I asked "Dad? Since we've been reminiscing, do you think we could go by the old campground for old time sake too?"

He answered with "It's going to be dark you wouldn't see much..."

"That's Ok; I like how the stars reflect off the surface of the lake. I always thought it was beautiful."

Dad looked at me with a bit of a hint of a smile that turned to and a somewhat pensive look that he suspected it might be more than that and asked me with a somewhat hesitant look "Are you sure?"

I looked at him and strongly sensed he suspected the reflections on the lake were only an excuse to go there and from the way he asked if I'm sure was like admitting things could get crazy if we did. I gave him a soft sexy smile and said "Positive. Come on, let's do it Dad..." as I squeezed his thigh.

Dad shook his head as in disbelief and said "Okaaaay", with a chuckle.

The campground was on a lake not far from the burger joint. It was on a medium sized lake on the property that was owned by an old friend of my Dad's. He had developed the south side of it into a campground, but passing through it you could access farther along the shore beyond some woods where there were a few private campgrounds that were undeveloped, having no electric or water. He normally didn't rent them and the owner's family usually used them on weekends but they were mostly empty during the week.

As we drove off, I now had both feet on the hump with my knees together. As Dad settled into a cruise, took his hand and put it on my knee and on second thought, I moved my outside knee back slightly and moved his and between my thighs, just below my knees and trapped it there.

I saw Dad glance over at them with an easy going grin on his face and I felt his fingers attempt to caress my inner thigh there casually and lovingly. It seemed like we were quickly picking from where we left off.

I mentioned how it was such a beautiful night as my hand on his thigh started to caress it more openly while my other hand rested on his wrist for the hands trapped between my legs. I was definitely getting turned on thinking what may happen at the campground if we found the private side empty when we breezed by a house lit up with a boat for sale in their front yard.

I immediately knew where we were. We were on the same road we had taken back from the lake when we went kayaking and I remember the house with the boat and that soon we would cross the railroad tracks. I also remembered there was something wrong with the grade crossing on this side of the road and that it had bounced John's SUV hard which in turn bounced us in our seats.

A thought quickly went through my mind as I anticipated seeing the reflective sign for the rail crossing that would be coming up.

Dad was talking about how Mom had loved the outdoors and our camping trips when I was small, just as I saw the sign. We were doing about 55 when we hit the tracks, but I was ready for it.

We hit the low, mushy spot between the tracks and it caused both the truck and us to bounce high. Everything happened very quickly then.

Dad let out a surprised "Whoa" My belt was on but loosely so I got bounced to where my butt actually cleared the seat. As I did, I let my knees separate and with my hand still being on his wrist, I pushed his hand down farther, as if I was innocently trying to hold on before clamping my legs together again tighter, trapping his hand again, but higher up between my thighs this time.

Dad said in a calm matter of fact tone "They need to fix those tracks before somebody has an accident" and I felt his hand just begin to start to pull away but I squeezed my thighs as a signal not to as I said in reply "Yes, they should. If anyone was driving really fast, they could lose control, but you're a good driver Daddy..." and I turned and gave him a smile.

The tension of him trying to extract his hand faded away quickly as he glanced at me shyly for a second.

I returned his smile with a gentle one and maintained it when I turned to look forward as we drove on. I loved how we had continued nonchalant small talk as we negotiated his hand being so high up my skirt and my signal of acceptance without a word of mention.

I started caressing Dad's thigh with my fingers again and I felt him start to do the same. When I landed after my bounce, I had landed a bit farther down and I wondered if he realized how close his hand was to my pussy. I knew I also felt warm and wet down there and also wondered if he could sense the heat and dampness.

As these thoughts went through my head and shortly after I stared caressing his thigh, I felt his fingers attempting to caress my inner thigh more boldly. I purposely released the tension of my thighs holding his hand in place to give him room to let his fingers caress my sensitive, soft skin which he did.

Dad had kept the conversation going as he returned to the topic of Eleanor before we hit the tracks. He told me he and Eleanor had a lot of things in common but one was not camping and said she wasn't the outdoorsy type. I grinned hearing this and thought she might not like the outdoors but she sure seemed she had other ways of getting Dad's attention and suppressed the urge to giggle.

It was then I felt his pinky stray from his other fingers as it slid up farther toward my pussy. It seems it didn't have far to go, it was only an inch or so away from his hand's placement. I felt it and I knew he felt it as his fingertip explored the material of my thong as he extended it as far as it could go.

Dad was finally making an intended move since there was no excuse for that.

I remember taking a quick breath, but I wasn't sure Dad heard it and I said "We should make plans to go camping at least once this summer Daddy... I'm sure John would be happy to let us use his tent. It's large and comfortable and goes up in a flash.

My hand was still on Dad's wrist gently holding it in place and as I spoke I pivoted my hips up a bit more and let my butt scoot forward just a little. Instead of forcing his hand higher, I was coming to him now in my own inexcusable act and hoped that it sent a signal of invitation.

His fingers froze for a second, but then stared again as if he had made a decision. Scooting down in my seat had closed the distance between my mound and the rest of his fingers were now in reach. I knew I must be absolutely wet down there and that if his fingers explore lower, he would be finding that out.

Dad replied, "I'd like that, I'd love to go on one more camping trip with my little girl" as I felt his fingernails scrape across my covered mound like he was combing out my pubes.

With his caress now well established, I relieved more tension within my thighs and let my knees part just significantly enough to give him better access. I rocked into his touch and glanced at him in the rear view mirror as he stared ahead driving. He looked calm, but there was an edge of excitement in his eyes. It was getting to be twilight now and Dad turned on his headlights to be ready for the coming darkness. As he did, I openly looked down into his lap to find his chubby had grown to a full hard-on which was straining against the material of his clothes.

He glanced at me with a sheepish look on his face but I gave him a soft smile and leaned my head up and kissed his cheek and said again "I love you Daddy..." I then settled back and though it was an awkward angle, by lifting my elbow and pivoting it, I was able to slide my hand up this thigh and over to his hardness where I traced it with my fingers before I gave it a squeeze.

Dad's acceptance of the situation started to show a bit by adjusting the steering wheel up a notch and sliding down in is seat. I glanced over just for a second to see him concentrating on his driving but his face looked flush as if he had been blushing.

We rode in silence for a few minutes as we continued to caress and tease each other's privates. Dad's fingers had finally caught the edge of the material of my thong and was pulling it back when he stopped, realizing the turn for the campground was coming up quick.

He eased his hand out from between my legs as he said quietly "I better use both hands for this" being that once we made the right turn off the main highway, he'd need to make an immediate left turn onto a farm road.

I knew how tricky it could be so I didn't try to keep his hand there. Instead I angled myself toward him and placed my outside hand onto the center of his crotch. I couldn't reach the tip of his hard cock without reaching out really far, but I could easily fondle the base of his shaft and balls from where I sat.

I didn't want to stop the intimacy we managed to acquire and I wanted to keep him on edge for when we finally stopped.

Daylight was fading more by the minute as we entered into the campground where we found only a handful of campers in what looked like 3 camps being occupied. The canopy of the trees put each camp into an even darker shadow which contrasted the campers by the firelight from their campfires and lanterns. Dad exchanged waves to one another as we slowly passed by them one by one.

At the other end of the campground there was a turn for a road that looked like it was more like a logging trail than the graveled surface of the campground road. Dad turned into it and slowed as he drove down the trail as it led through a thicker wooded area. A moment later we exited the woods and drove past the open camp areas separated by trees until we arrived at the forth, and last one.

Dad pulled into the camping area, doused his headlights and we were immediately encased in darkness. As we looked forward, we couldn't see the camper's fires from our position due to the shape of the lake. Daddy paused for a second and chose to turn on the parking lights so we could maintain the glow of the dash. The moon was coming out but it wasn't strong enough yet to offer any real light.

I wasn't sure how worked up Dad was, but I knew for a fact I was and I felt desperate to let loose. I used the hand I had been resting on his thigh to quickly uncouple my seat belt as I turned more toward him as he fiddled with the headlight switch and as he began to sit back I pivoted toward him, raising myself to an extent that my knee slid into my seat as I leaned high into him, embraced him and kissed him hard.

Like everything that had happened so far tonight where Dad had paused, this time was no exception, but just as I started to slide my tongue into his mouth, he too exploded kissing me back passionately. Our tongues entwined and started sparing with each other as we both explored each other's mouth.

I let out a soft moan into the kiss just before we broke away to catch out breaths as Dad exclaimed almost breathlessly "Oh god, Beth, you remind me so much of your mother! You even kiss like her..."

I responded back half in a moan, half in speech as I said "Oh Daddy! How I want to be your Maggie and you be my Jim... and oh, god, I want to be your daughter too Daddy... I've fantasized about it for soooo long!" and before he could reply I kissed him hard again.

It seemed like Dad almost moaned into the kiss as his passion met mine and I felt his hand slide under my blouse to my right breast which he started to squeeze and knead. With a whimper my right hand went around my back and I unsnapped my bra with a flick of my fingers.

I then forced my blouse and bra high up on my chest to expose my left boob and nipple and with my knee in the seat I was able to lean higher and steer it to his lips as I whispered in a desperate tone "Oh please suck it for me Jim" like I would imagine Mom doing.

He started sucking it passionately as his left hand still kneaded my right tit firmly which made me gasp. With me leaning high on one side, my shoulders were dipped to where my right hand was in easy grasp of his cock and I grabbed his belt and started unfastening it quickly and desperately.

Dad's hand released my other breast momentarily as he undid the button of his pants to help just as my hand slid down his zipper and as his hand returned to by tit, mine slid down into his white briefs, and for the first time, felt the hardness and heat of his cock and felt my pussy surge in a feeling of warmth and wetness.

I couldn't believe I had my Daddy's cock in my hand for real as I pulled the head clear of the waist band of his briefs. I released it and started trying to force his briefs down and out of the way and as I did, his hand again released my breast and as he lifted his hips from the seat, he helped push his pants and briefs down past his ass cheeks which now gave full access to his cock and balls as I grasped his hardness.

As Dad started to retract his hand I released his cock and grabbed it but instead of letting it go higher to my breast, I steered it under my skirt and with my huskiest, sultry voice in an attempt to sound like Mom I moaned softly "Oh... Touch me Jim! I need to feel your touch!"

Dad definitely let out a bit of a moan with my nipple still in his mouth as his fingers quickly started to tug my thong to the side as his fingers began to explore me

As two of his fingers slid into my soaked pussy I openly moaned, pulled my tit away from his lips and kissed him passionately as my hand held his shaft in a firm grip as I started stroking his cock as if I was milking it.

As my hand moved low on the downward movement my grip loosened but on the upward stroke my fingers tightened as I milked more precum from him until I stared hearing wet sounds as I jacked him off.

I had one knee on the seat and the foot of my other leg planted on the hump allowing my legs to be sufficiently spread wider to accommodate his hand and fingers. Dad's experienced fingers were now working in and out of me as his thumb pressed and rotated my hard clit at the same time.

I had been on the verge all evening. As the kiss broke and I let out "Oh Daddy! If you keep that up you're going to make me cum!" in a quiet whine.

I felt his cock twinge with a spasm of hardness just like John's does when he hears something special and I knew now for a fact Daddy also wanted his wife but daughter too and I kissed him again.

My hips started moving in time with his fingers and I felt the first off my orgasms suddenly hit me. I moaned loudly into his mouth as I did, then my lips slid off of his as I moaned out loud "Oh Daddy! I'm cuming!! Finger-fuck my pussy! It's so hot for you!" half in a whine, half in a cry as the orgasm overtook me.

I remember my eyes were squinted shut and my mouth was opened as I continued to moan as my orgasm peaked, but could feel his eyes on me and then I heard him say "That's it Sweetheart, cum for your daddy..."

His voice was low and sounded breathless as I heard his words. One arm slid around his neck for support as I felt my thighs going weak from my orgasm. My other hand continued jacking of him off, but I stalled as I came, though I would not let his cock slide from my grip.

His fingers in me were still working on my pussy, though a little slower as my orgasm started to ebb, and with a whine, I stared backing my hips away from him as I felt his fingers drag out of me. I let out a desperate whine of "Oh, I want to taste your cock Daddy, just like Mom did!" as I immediately lowered my head to his lap and engulfed him.

It was Dad's turn to let out a soft moan of "OHHHhhhhhhhhh" and I felt his hips rise that sunk his cock deeper into my mouth, which was no problem to me as I quickly savored the taste of it with the hint of saltiness from his precum.

I had just confirmed that his cock was about 6 and half inches or so with medium thickness. It was comfortable to handle and I knew soon I'd be wanting to prove that by deep-throating him as soon as I had the opportunity to improve our positions.

As my head started to bob, I felt his hand lay lightly on my hair at the back of my head as he followed its movements. With the other hand, he engaged the lever on the side of the steering wheel and positioned it up as far as it would go to give me as much room possible.

I first focused on sucking his cock with my hot mouth and lips as I fondled his balls with one hand but then switched to holding the base of his cock as I started licking the sides of his shaft that I could reach. My tongue then ran circles over the head of his cock before taking him deeply again, but this time after encircling his shaft with my thumb and forefinger, I started matching a stroke in conjunction with each bob of my head.

Just about then I felt Dad's other hand slide my skirt up exposing the cheeks of my ass and then run his hands over them and with my thong still pulled to the side, he let his fingertips glide over my swollen lips which were still wet and slick from my orgasm moments before.

His fingertips wiggled seductively playing with my wet gash in such a way it drove me crazy and I reacted to sucking him even more feverishly.

Dad's breathing was heavy and I could feel him watching as I sucked his cock the best I could at the time. Then he said almost in a redundant expression "Oh Kitten... that feels fucking fantastic! How long have you wanted to do this Sweetheart? You seem so hungry for it..."

The fact he used my pet name of "Kitten" excited me even more and my lips slid off the end of his cock and I started stroking him hard as I sad "Oh Daddy! For years and years!" then I attacked the head of his cock with my tongue one more time before taking him deeply and the heat of the moment made me disregard of the awkward position and I ended up taking him down my throat.

I arched my head down upon his rigid member pushing down until my lips met the base of his cock and my nose pressed against his pubic hair as I heard my daddy exclaim in a whisper "Awh fuck!". I bobbed three times without letting his cock slide out of my throat and then my head shot up as I gasped for air as my hand jacked him off hard and fast.

After a couple of breaths, I went down and did it again, I remember how turned on I was at the time. I felt like a wild woman that just couldn't get enough cock in my mouth.

Dad's breathing took on a new dimension of becoming fast and deep and his hips started fucking my throat as he matched the motion of my bobbing head.

On the third deep throat attempt I had just slid him deep again and I heard as much as felt what seemed to be something similar to a subdued chuckle as if he was succumbing to something.

I knew he was getting close and let the head of his cock slide out of my throat and started sucking him in my regular fashion when suddenly heard him say "Ohhhhh Beth! Jesus fucking Ch..." but he didn't finish because he let out a guttural grunt as his cock suddenly filled my mouth hot, slick cum, squirt by squirt, causing me to stagger my rhythmic motion in my head-bobbing as I tried to swallow every drop.

I thought 'Oh, how I wanted this moment to happen for so long'. I finally got to taste Daddy's cum as it flooded my mouth and with his fingers still teasing my pussy I swear I had an aftershock of an orgasm as I feverishly kept up with swallowing his cum.

I continued to suck his cock even as I felt it deflate and let my tongue roll around his soft fleshy meat before sucking it firmly, stretching it as my head pulled back and it cleared my lips with a pop.

Dad was still attempting to normalize his breathing as I sat up and said "How was that Daddy? Did I do ok? Was it like Mom too?"

Dad answered a bit breathlessly saying "Oh Sweetheart... that was fantastic... And yes, like I said before you are your mother's daughter for sure. It's uncanny!" then took a single deep breath and exhaled with a soft chuckle.​