Dirty Little Voyeur – by BobMarkey

Incest stories: Dirty Little Voyeur. Author: BobMarkey. To start off – this isn’t the sort of stuff I’d usually be interested in writing, but as I was requested by AmazinglyDirtyMinded to do it, I thought I should give it a try, at least attempt to make it good. Hope you enjoy it ;). The story is including Fiction, First Time, Incest, Male/Teen Female, Masturbation, Voyeurism genres.

Incest stories: Dirty Little Voyeur

Author: BobMarkey

They shut the door behind them, and immediately started tearing off one another’s clothes. Steve threw his wife’s blouse on the floor by the bed followed by her jeans, at the same time as she tugged his own trousers off, and then his shirt… her bra… his shorts… until they were naked. They needed this; they hadn’t had a chance in several days because he had been away on business, and their excitement was at boiling point. Sue and Steve kissed deeply and hungrily for a long moment, and then she broke away. She put her hands on his shoulders and lay back slowly.

‘What are you waiting for,’ she said playfully. She looked him in the eye, and then looked down at his already-hardening penis.

Steve looked at her. Her eyes. Her shoulders. Her breasts. Her stomach. Her… he roughly pushed her down into the bed, and positioned himself at her entrance. He paused and kissed her hard, biting her lip and then slowly pushed himself inside her.

It wasn’t long before Sue was moaning, and him with her. The feeling of her skin against his, her lips, the sight of her breasts and the look on her face, the warmth of her pussy squeezing him, it was all so amazing. She sounded like she was enjoying herself too, which made the whole thing feel even more amazing.

With each thrust into his wife, Steve felt the inevitable edging ever-closer, but he didn’t slow down at all. He could feel her pussy tightening slightly every few moments, which meant she was about to orgasm as well. All he had to do was hold it in for just a few more seconds.

As anticipated, Sue let a high pitched moan escape, and Steve felt her constrict and contract around him as she held on tight to him. He kissed her, allowing himself to creep past the point of no return as well.

It happened. ‘Fuck,’ he said, looking down at his wife, utterly helpless as he continued thrusting and coming into her. She looked back up at him, begging him with her eyes to empty every drop into her, push it as deep as he could. She closed her eyes and smiled, and after a few more seconds, he was finished.

There was a faint shuffling sound, and they both looked round. The door was ajar. They looked at each other curiously, but shortly they fell asleep: their curiosity wasn’t a match for their tiredness.

The following day was Saturday, and Sue went out not long after nine in the morning, to her part-time at a hairdresser’s, leaving Steve and Marie alone until four in the afternoon, though when Sue left for work, Marie, their daughter, hadn’t yet got out of bed.

So, after Sue had left, Steve sat around for a while watching TV. There wasn’t anything on, but it was nice to be home.

When eleven o’clock came, Marie appeared in the living room, still in her light blue pyjamas. Weekends were lazy for her, just as much as they were for him. She shuffled across to the kitchen in her bare feet, looking down at the floor, and without saying anything. Moments later, she reappeared, carrying a glass of Coke, and sat down on the couch next to Steve, cross-legged.

‘Morning,’ she mumbled. She sounded a little shaky, as though she was either catching her breath or else very cold.

‘Morning Marie,’ Steve replied. ‘Sleep well?’ He looked at her, but she was paying her whole attention to the glass of Coke she was sipping.

After a moment, she nodded quickly. ‘You?’

‘Yeah.’ He carried on looking at her for a few seconds, curious why she was being so quiet. Usually she was fairly talkative, telling him about what she was going to be doing later on, where she was going. That was something he was grateful for; she never did things in secret, never stayed out and made him and her mother worry. Not that either of them had a problem with her going out, they just wanted to know she was safe.

She must have realized he was looking at her, because suddenly she looked up at him, meeting his eyes. Something was a little different. They were a darker colour, and her cheeks were… she was blushing. Why would she be blushing?

‘Are you alright?’ He asked eventually.

She downed the rest of her glass and put it back in the kitchen. ‘I’m fine,’ she nodded, and padded back up to her bedroom.

‘Whatever,’ he said after a moment, and went into the kitchen to get himself a coffee. It was a cool day, and coffee was his preferred remedy for a chilly day. There was some news on the TV, telling him about the latest bullshit some bullshitter in the bullshit government had said. He turned it off. Yuck.

He sat in silence, sipping his coffee, until his concern got the better of him. Marie wasn’t usually like this, and if she was being like this now that meant there had to be a reason. He wanted to check she was alright, so he put his half-drunk coffee on the floor next to where he was sat, and walked up the stairs and knocked on her bedroom door.

There was a squeal and a rustling sound, and the she told him to come in. He opened the door and stepped inside.

Marie was under the covers, her face bright red. Steve sat down and looked at her. ‘Are you sure you’re alright?’ He said.

‘I’m fine,’ she whimpered. There was something familiar in that tone of voice, but he couldn’t quite place it.

‘Hmm.’ He said. ‘Okay.’ He started to stand up, but she spoke.

‘Dad.’

He sat back down. ‘What is it, honey?’

‘I love you,’ she moaned, reaching an arm around him to hug him. He lost his balance and fell onto her.

He tried to straighten himself and sit up again, but she wouldn’t let him. She held him tight, and as she did, he noticed some small rhythmic movements occurring under her duvet. Wait a moment…

‘… are you masturbating?’ He said in disbelief.

She smiled and looked at him, her face a deep crimson. ‘I love you, Daddy.’ And she moaned again.

He didn’t know what to do. He stood up, ignoring his daughter’s protests. ‘Marie…’ he started, but then he realized he didn’t have a clue what to say. She looked up at him.

He took an edge of the duvet in his hand and pulled it aside to find his daughter naked, her normally-pale skin stippled with goosebumps, her long legs quivering… her fingers working her clitoris.

Well, he thought.

Marie showed no offence at her father exposing her. For a moment, she carried on masturbating just as she had been, but then she stopped and sat up, propping herself up on her hands.

‘Um, Marie… I’m sorry. I should leave you to it.’ He turned to leave, but she stood up and closed the door again.

‘Please don’t go.’ She closed in on her father and hugged him, pressing her small breasts into his chest, and after a moment, she stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him. She licked his lips, making his spine tingle and his penis grow. She must have felt it swelling against herself; she stepped back and brushed it through his jeans, making him twitch involuntarily.

He fought the urge to ask what she was doing. It was obvious what she was trying to do. What was more, it was working.

‘Oh,’ he said, ‘and why shouldn’t I?’

She stepped back and looked at her toes.

‘I don’t know,’ she whispered.

‘Don’t you?’ He pushed her down onto the bed and knelt over her. ‘Don’t you?’

She whimpered, a sound half way between fear and intense excitement.

He leaned down and kissed her, just as he had kissed his wife the previous night. She put up no resistance. For the first few moments she didn’t react at all, but then she responded, kissing him back passionately. After a moment, he broke the kiss and knelt up again.

‘Do you like that?’

‘Yes,’ she breathed.

‘Did you enjoy the show last night?’ The notion had just come to him, everything falling into place: the shuffling the previous night, the door being ajar, Marie being quiet earlier, and now this…

‘Yes.’

‘You liked watching me fuck your mother?’

‘Yes.’

‘Did you play with yourself?’

She bit her lip, acting shy. ‘Maybe…’

‘You little voyeur!’ He spat in mock fury. He leaned in over her and kissed her neck, and then bit it gently, playfully. ‘You little voyeur,’ he repeated, tenderly this time, whispering in her ear. ‘Getting off on your parents fucking.’

She gasped when he bit her neck, and then said ‘but I can’t help it… I heard you both making noises and I was curious what it looked li…’

He cut her off by biting her lip, and then whispered, ‘I know.’ He then lifted himself off her and stood up. ‘You imagined yourself where your mother was, didn’t you?’

She nodded.

‘You want to know how it feels to be fucked by your daddy.’

‘Oh fuck yes.’

He raised his eyebrows. ‘Language,’ he taunted.

‘Sorry, Daddy.’

‘You will be.’ And he started to undress. When he was naked, he climbed onto the bed and opened Marie’s legs, holding her knees in his hands. He lowered his head and looked at his daughter’s pussy. It looked just as her mother’s had, when they had been younger; two tight lips, surrounded by a sparse growth of short hair. He blew the hair, and she gasped.

He pulled the lips apart with the sides of his thumbs and started to lick gently, up and down, flicking the little knot that was her clitoris. She was already very wet, but she squirmed at his touch and before long she was oozing juice into Steve’s mouth and down his chin. It felt good to do this to a girl, it always had, and he even began to forget himself for a few moments at a time, forget it was his daughter he was going down on.

She was breathing hard and moaning openly, and within just a couple of minutes she was thrusting gently at his face. ‘Fuck,’ she whispered.

He pulled away, making her whimper. ‘Language,’ he said again, and opened her lips with the finger and thumb of his left hand and gently tapped her clitoris with the fingers of his right. She jumped and yelped, and then shivered as she said ‘I’m sorry Daddy.’