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CHAPTER TWO

On Saturday mornings, Mike and Barbara Rayburn seldom bothered to get dressed until after breakfast, which they were just finishing now. Mike, a tall, dark and handsome man was wearing an old flannel robe. And Barbara, a spectacularly voluptuous woman who looked a great deal like her daughter, but more fully curved, was wearing a nightie that was both short and semi-transparent.

Jimmy had gotten dressed before he joined them – and now the front of his tight jeans had started to swell alarmingly as he gazed across the table at his mother's big tits.

It embarrassed the dark-haired youth to get a hard-on over his own mother, but he couldn't help it. Her nightie showed a lot of deep, creamy cleavage and her tit tips were poking out against the material tantalizingly. He could see the dark rings of her areolas through the sheer garment.

Was his mom aware of his lustful interest? No, that couldn't be true. He guessed that she still thought of him as an innocent boy and didn't realize she was turning him on. Otherwise, he felt sure, she would have dressed less provocatively.

It never for a moment dawned on the naive youth that his mother might get a kinky kick out of flaunting her charms and making her son horny.

Very much aware of the lump rising steadily in his groin, Jimmy slumped over the table. He was trying not to stare at his mom's big tits, but his willful eyes just kept jumping back up of their own accord.

Her nipples seemed to be getting bigger.

His prick certainly was!

Jimmy blushed slightly, hoping like hell that she didn't see his hard-on, and hoping even more that his father didn't notice that incestuous reaction.

Then Ginny joined them.

The sight of the nubile teenager, all bouncy and squirmy in her snug, sexy clothing did nothing whatsoever to reduce the hardness of her brother's cock.

She sat next to him, her slender back swayed and her firm tits thrusting out. Jimmy's gaze danced back and forth between his mom's huge tit mounds and his sister's pert tits. He was enchanted by both mouth-watering sights.

And more embarrassed than ever.

How in the hell was he going to leave the breakfast table with such an enormous cock bulge in his jeans?

Someone would be sure to notice.

It was a frustrating situation.

The boy was eager to give himself a relieving hand-job, yet didn't dare stand up and expose his condition. He guessed that he would have to linger at the table until everyone else had left the room – and he hoped that he didn't get so horny that his cock would cream off in his jeans.

Ginny didn't remain at the table very long.

The girl had a glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee, claiming that she wasn't hungry.

Then she made a point of announcing that she was going out.

She got up and left the room, her ass swaying saucily, her hot pussy squishing between her thighs with every stride. Her face was glowing radiantly, her whole body vibrant with lust.

She sure hoped that her plan worked!

She went down the hall and opened the front door, then closed it loudly – remaining inside the hall.

She tiptoed back past the kitchen and went up the stairs, hurrying to her bedroom. She left the door slightly ajar, making the room seem to be unoccupied. She quickly squirmed out of her tee-shirt and jeans, wanting to be naked and all ready to play with herself when the time came.

Then she slipped into the closet, pulling the door closed enough to conceal her presence, but leaving plenty of space through which to look into the room.

She waited for Jimmy to show up, breathless with excitement. Her cunt felt like a smoldering ember between her thighs, and pussy juice was running down her legs. But she didn't start to caress herself yet. She was waiting for something to watch before she gave herself a hand-job.

A few minutes passed and she began to get restless, afraid that her plan had failed. She was so hot that she figured her naked body must be glowing like a neon light in the darkness of the closet. The perfume of her aroused pussy was permeating the small chamber.

The fragrance of her own hot cunt wafted to her nostrils, enhancing her horniness.

The urge to finger-fuck herself was becoming unbearable. Her pussy was smoldering so fiercely that she half expected it to suddenly burst into flames – except that it was much, much too wet to burn.

She slid a hand down her gently rounded belly, trembling with desire. Her fingers tingled for a touch of her want, and her clit throbbed for that contact. She had never felt so hops before. She thought that she was liable to blister her hands when she cupped her cunt.

Her hand rested on her downy blonde we. Ginny thought that she was going to have to rub herself off or else her pussy would just cream on its own.

Then she heard the door gently open. She smiled in delighted anticipation. She had expected her brother to come sneaking in through the communal closet that joined their bedrooms, but it didn't matter how he entered her room – not as long as he had come to put on the performance for which she yearned.

She drew her hand away from her pussy, willing to wait now, her eyes as hot as her cunt.

The door closed softly and footsteps sounded on the floor, moving towards her field of view.

She held her breath, wild with expectation.

C'mon, Jimmy, she silently urged.

Then a figure stepped into her sight.

Her whole nubile body stiffened, her eyes bulged out and her jaw dropped open wide. She stand in astonishment at the intruder moving across the room.

It wasn't her brother who had come so stealthily into Ginny's bedroom – into the trap she had set.

It was Daddy!

And her father went directly to her panty drawer.

Ginny was overwhelmed by shock. Then that shock ebbed away and was replaced by a surge of lust even greater than she had been feeling before.

Her daddy had obviously been there before. It was her father's cum that Ginny had licked from the crotchband of her panties! That sweet slime had sprung from her daddy's paternal prick – the stuff she had found so delicious was the same stuff that had created her. Her head spun and her mind reeled. Incestuous lust for her father was even naughtier than for her brother, she thought – and all the more thrilling because of it!

Ginny almost fainted.

But she fought against it, damned if she was going to black out and miss the show.

Mike Rayburn looked a bit sheepish, as was only proper for a man who had the hots for, his own little girl and had come to spill his spunk in her underwear. But guilt and shame did not deter his desire.

He drew the drawer open – and gulped when he saw, right on the top of the panty pile, a pair of tiny black bikinis that had been worn and not washed.

He took the panties out. They were so wet that they were dripping, and he wondered how long it had been since those sexy bikinis had been clinging to his daughter's cunt.

Grinning, all of his embarrassment fading away as pure lust filled him, he held the panties up to his face. He sniffed, inhaling her sweet aroma, sighing as he breathed that tantalizing fragrance in.

He began to lick the crotchband.

Ginny saw her father's tongue gliding through the film of cunt-cum that was congealed in the crotchband.

He lapped and sucked on the flavorsome wisp of black cloth, then stuffed the panties into his mouth and chomped, shaking them in his teeth tike a terrier shaking a wet rat and Ginny swayed, panting like a steam engine.

She was afraid he might hear her breathing so heavily. But Mike was panting just as much, himself, and the rush of blood in his ears had impaired his hearing.

He was sucking her pussy nectar up ravenously.

Ginny just had to wonder what it would feel like to have her handsome daddy go down on her, burying his head between her thighs. It was evident that he relished her cunt juice – think how he would cherish drinking it by the mouthful, right out her pussy.

Ginny's fantasies had been limited to playing the peeper – up until the moment. Now she was starting to think about the thrill of audience participation.

She couldn't have sex with her father, the young girl told herself. Could she? She was too horny to think clearly, and all of her inhibitions were melting away in the intense heat of her depraved desire.

Her pretty face had become a mask of passion, eyes narrowed, lips slack. Her tits heaved and her pussy spilled out lavish flows of cunt juice. Every nerve in her splashy young body her own carnal passion and taboo emotions. Her lovely little face was like a looking glass, reflecting the twisted desire that was contorting her daddy's features.

He grunted, whipping his prick through his pounding fist as he neared the peak. Ginny could hear his hot cockmeat hiss through his palm.

Knowing he was going to get his rocks off at any second, the horny girl began to rub her cunt and massage her clit, timing her cumming to his.

Mike growled like a beast, hammering at his cock in a savage assault, as if he were driving an iron spike into his own loins, trans fixing himself on his own hard-on. His balls were swinging in and out below his prick, heavy as weighted blackjacks and swelling more with every stroke as they neared the blow-out point.

Cum, Daddy – shoot your jizz out, Ginny silently pleaded, at the horny heights and holding.

Then Mike shot his cum-load.

He rammed his ass and hips out and dragged his fist back on his cockshaft, bellowing with the sensation. His balls blew so violently that Ginny imagined she could hear the hairy bombs explode. His jism sped up through his cock and foamed from his piss hole.

His cum was trapped in her panties, but Ginny could see the black material expand as his heavy load filled it. The milky jism was soaking through the cloth. Mike shot a second spurt as his fist pulled up and his cock recoiled, then came again as he pumped back towards his balls.

He was filling her panties with thick cock slime. The gossamer black material swelled out from his cockhead, a heavy glob of cum dragging the crotchband down from his cock-knob. He was filling her panties like a condom.

His balls seemed bottomless, his cum-load endless, his sexual vitality boundless. He blew spunk out steadily, cumming on the upstroke and the backstroke, both, as he continued to pound away as if stabbing his lower belly.

His legs began to shake and tremble, as if he were shooting out his muscle and bone, his body going limp as he pumped his loins to a void.

Ginny was creaming just as dynamically. Her clit and cunt were going off like crazy, repeated pumped his prick.

Ginny could see the outline of his enormous prick sheathed in the black panties, the material molded to the contours of his bulging cockhead and thick cockrod. As he pulled his fist up, his foreskin rolled over the ledge of his prick-knob, like a fleshy carpet draped in black silk. Then he pumped back towards his loaded balls and his cockhead flared out wide.

A damp, sticky patch was starting to spread out where his piss hole was seeping freely, the pre-cum oozing through her panties.

Ginny breathed in. The closet was permeated with the rich scent of her creamy cunt, but now she could detect the aroma of hot cockmeat and pre-cum, as well. She hardly realized that she was smacking her lips and whipping her lapper out as she stared at her daddy's big prick like a hungry child gazing at a hunk of ripe but forbidden fruit.

Ginny was eager to get her tongue slurping away in those sodden bikinis as soon as she got a chance. But first she had the thrill of a creamy climax to enjoy she slipped a hand into her crotch, cupping her cunt, all set to frig herself off but waiting until her daddy shot his wad so that they could share a simultaneous orgasm at a distance – a sort of incestuous visual daisy chain.

His piss hole was gushing heavily, filling the narrow band of her panty crotch and oozing out around the edges. He was humping, his ass cock screwing and his loins pumping as he fucked his panty-clad prick through his fist.

His handsome face contorted, lips squaring back from his teeth in a grimace. His expression was so intense that his face seemed to have blurred, gone out of focus. But maybe that was because her eyes had misted over, clouding with spasm racking and rocking her slim body as she figged herself through a prolonged knee trembler of a hand job.

Watching her father fucking his fist had inspired the girl to unknown heights of passion, and she knew that she was going to keep on going off like a machine gun as long as he continued to squirt his cum out.

Mike's balls deflated slowly as they drained off, the swollen bags sinking in and turning slack. But his cock stayed big and stiff. He pounded a last spurt of cum into her bikinis and kept on stroking his cock, milking out the last gooey dregs in trickles that seeped into her panties.

Finally he stopped jacking off and stood there, panting, his chest heaving.

A really strange look came over his face, like a gleeful fiend satisfied by some sin.

Ginny guessed that he figured it was naughty to cum in his little girl's undies – and that he was all the more satisfied because it was so depraved. She felt much the same way as she finished off her pussy rubbing and kept her eyes glued to his groin.

Her hands massaged and she jerked her hips and churned her ass, working of the final sweet spasms.

She has to lean against the closet wall or support, her legs turned to water.

She supposed that her daddy would leave her bedroom now – and she was really looking forward to a chance to lap his fuck-juice out of her drenched panties. She had loved licking, it up earlier, before she had identified the supplier – and how much more satisfying it would be now that she knew that it was her daddy's jizz and the new load was still fresh and hot!

But he was just standing there, recovering from his exertions, her cum-filled bikinis still festooning his prick. Ginny licked her cummy fingers, tasting her own pussy cream as a sort of appetizer as she waited for the main course of her father's fuck-juice served on a panty platter.

Then Mike unpeeled the soaking panties from his prick, drawing it off like a rubber. He gazed at the sodden undies, grinning. Then he looked down at his cock, where his daughter was also concentrating her gaze.

His balls had collapsed as if they'd had a blow-out but his prick was still standing, angled up before him, the purple knob extended almost as high as his breastbone. His cockhead was all slathered with cum. It looked like a fat purple plum drenched in whipped cream. Ribbons of the slimy stuff were slowly unwinding down his cockshaft and dripping onto his balls, as if returning to the source.

If his jizz would taste lovely lapped from her panties, Ginny could just imagine how scrumptious the stuff would be if she sucked it from his prick!

A hot flash shot though her loins. Ginny felt as hot as if she hadn't cum in a month. Her clit flared and her tongue salivated. The girl was amazed by the depth of her depraved desire.

Peeping had been a kick – but now she needed more.

Her incestuous urges were overwhelming all of her qualms, submerging her inhibitions. The girl was longing to break the taboo and taste the forbidden fruit, and even the fear of rejection was fading away.

After all, it was her daddy who had started it. He was the one who had come sneaking into her bedroom, where she had every right to be standing innocently in her own closet. It was all his fault, so why should she feel ashamed? If the man lusted for her lingerie, then how much more must he be yearning for her nubile body?

Then she saw, to her awe and respect, that his balls had started to fill up again already. Drop by precious drop, another cum-load was seeping into the sacs. His prick pulsed like a valve, inflating the balls at the base.

Mike was standing with his head tilted down, frowning slightly, as if he, too, were impressed by his potency. Then a wicked grin dragged his lips back from his teeth. He gripped his prick by the hilt and gave it a shake.

Droplets of cum sprayed from the weighted cock-knob, falling on the floor. He cracked his cock like a whip, and more cum dripped from it.

Holding his prick by the root, he moved back to the dresser. Tossing the soiled panties into the drawer – obviously hoping that his little girl would soon be stuffing her nubile crotch into them and soaking up his second-hand cum in her cunt – he fumbled around for another pair into which to spill his next load of jism.

Ginny shuddered. The pole of his prick was drawing her like a magnet. Her swollen clit and stiff nipples and drooling tongue were all straining towards his loins.

She couldn't bear to see her daddy waste another sweet cum-load by his own solitary efforts.

Naked and trembling, Ginny came out of the closet.