About a year ago a friend of mine invited my wife and me to a wedding reception that he and his family were going to. It was a not so close relative of his, but he said they throw a good party and there would be plenty of food and drinks to go around. My friend has a very attractive 24- year- old daughter who has a pretty well known reputation as a party girl and this party was no exception. Heather is about 5"5, with dark brown hair and a really great set of 34C tits which she is constantly showing off by the way she dresses. I do not think I have ever seen her in anything but a low cut top. She happened to be a bridesmaid.
Even though I was enjoying the service my tool was receiving, I did not want for it to continue. But, I didn't know how to get my daughter to stop. I looked straight at her, but she wouldn't look up at me. She just casually ate her spaghetti like nothing else was going on. I looked to my left and to my right, and both my wife and son also continued eating, unaware of what was happening under our dinner table. I decided to try pushing her foot away, so I carefully slid my left hand under the table and used my right hand to continue eating.
Alissa is my daughter. Well, technically, she is my step-daughter. But, her mother and I have been together since Alissa was about three years old, so I consider her to be of my own blood. We had a great relationship which just added to the illusion of us truly being related. I was fair with all my children. My wife, Yasmin, is the total opposite when it comes to disciplining the kids. She has her favorite, which is always the baby of the family. We now have five children, including Alissa, and with each new baby came a new favorite.
The girls around the block put their request with my stepdaughter to attend the "nudist colony" for the weekend. We joined about 7 years ago and it has been the best investment any incestuous family could make...We have a few BDSM friends at the camp site who occupy the basement in the main clubhouse. Usually they have a few sex slaves but when they have unsuspecting first timers who need constant attention, our friends put on quite a show for the camp site. This is my 3rd marriage in 10 years.
"Dangit" Melissa thought to herself. "I walked out without my fucking phone." It was one of those Monday mornings for Melissa. She was going to have to drive all the way back home to get her phone. It was a little after ten-thirty so at least the rush hour traffic will have died down. Melissa is a forty-four year old, recently divorced mother of a twenty year old daughter who is home from college for the summer. Melissa imagined that Katie would probably sleep until noon, so she'd just slip in, grab her phone and not disturb her.
Emma had not really seen her dad since her parents got divorced. It was a bad situation. Her mother accused her dad of awful things and then managed to prevent her dad from seeing Emma. For her part, Emma never really understood what had happened. All she knew was that her dad paid child support and nothing else. It had been hard growing up without a dad, girls, especially teen girls, need a daddy in their lives. Sure, her mother had boyfriends who tried being nice, but it was never the same. Now, with her first year in college almost done, she decided to visit her dad for spring break.
Jake's phone buzzed in his pocket as he was driving to his last business appointment of the day. It was his girlfriend, Marsha. He had been dating her for about a month now. They had met at Wal-Mart. He was standing in the check out line behind this hot mom, a total MILF, and her cute daughter. This girl had looked up at him; her head was even with his chest. He had smiled down at her. "Those are cute lil shoes you have on." He had noticed she had on sneakers with bright, lime green stripes along the sole. "Mom bought them for me for the first day of school. I'm not really supposed to be wearing them yet." She smiled with those pretty white teeth and those sparkling green eyes.
"Bless me Father, for I have sinned....." Awakening. The priest had heard the door shut quietly and settled into a comfortable position, ready to hear the usual liturgy of minor transgressions that would be forgiven with his scale of "Hail Mary's" by way of absolution. Twenty minutes later, and having received an education in the emergence of one of his parishioners from drudge to the exalted woman she now was.
This was going to be such a great night. Mom and dad were taking me and my boyfriend, Jason, out to dinner for my birthday. Dad said we could go to that super great Italian place called Iliano's, totally expensive. Mom told me to wear something nice cause it was a fancy place so I was going to wear my new blue spaghetti strap dress, I thought it was cool wearing something with spaghetti straps to an Italian place. I was showering, washing my long blonde hair with the new shampoo I got for my birthday. The water was so hot running over my shoulders and tits and back down over my pussy. As I lathered my hair one of my hands cuped my tit.
Sienna grew up without her father in the picture. Instead of resenting him for it, she ached to meet the man that created her. Throughout her teenage life, she kept tabs on him as best she could and would often walk by his apartment complex in an attempt to catch a glimpse of him. Now, never knowing what it was like to have a father-daughter relationship, Sienna was unsure how best to capture his attention. The only interactions she'd had with adult men were the ones that leered at her and undressed her with their eyes. Sienna took to wearing revealing clothing that flaunted her 5'2", hour glass frame. She kept her dark hair long, wavy and pumped up with sexy volume.