Contemporary Family Ch. 03

Literotic asexstories – Contemporary Family Ch. 03 by Lightbrian,Lightbrian I finally decided to get dressed and went to the kitchen to watch how completely naked Sasha danced around the stove. I must say that after the first drops of hot oil splashed onto her daughter’s chest, her enthusiasm waned and she ran into the room to call her mother to replace her in the kitchen. My daughter didn’t want to dress in anything, and Sashenka didn’t trust my culinary abilities too much.

Natasha wrapped herself in a robe and quickly came to the rescue, and while she was cooking, Sasha and her gift ran into the hall, where they settled down on the sofa for the action that had already become familiar over the past two days. I followed them, pretending that I really needed to watch TV. Sasha shrugged, moved a little so that I could sit down, and she and Georgiy decided to start. Zhorik’s penis stood like a cypress without any additional manipulation.

The sofa was designed for three, but since Sasha’s occupation required some room for maneuver, she sat half-turned and her bare thigh touched the hem of my robe. I did not show that such cramped conditions were only a joy for me and reached for the remote control, which lay on the far arm of the sofa. And then my hand completely unconsciously touched my daughter’s elastic tits.

I was numb, waiting to see how Sashenka would react to such insolence, albeit unintentional. But she selflessly kissed George’s nipples and stomach, while caressing his thighs with her small fingers and not noticing anything around. Obviously, Sasha picked up such techniques from Japanese porn actresses – Natasha never kissed my nipples.

Since Sasha was not distracted by my accidental touch, I decided to muster up the courage to go a little further, hoping to attribute everything in case of failure to an attempt to get the remote control. My hands slid over her breasts again, this time lingering in the area of ​​my daughter’s pointy nipples. Licking my lips, I pushed my hand up, pretending to be reaching for the remote control, but in fact enjoying the friction against Sashenka’s quivering breasts.

And then suddenly my hand came across something else – pulsating and hot. I imagined with horror what it could be and pulled my palm away as if from a burn. At this point Sasha couldn’t help but notice this.

– Dad? — She looked away from Zhora’s navel and looked at me questioningly. Georgy, by the way, also apparently felt my touch, since his look was no less surprised than his daughter’s.

“Uh… Yes, I wanted to get the remote control,” I muttered hoarsely.

“I could have just said it,” my daughter said calmly. She took the TV remote control and handed it to me.

“I didn’t want to distract you,” I shrugged guiltily, turning on the TV. My daughter looked at me again, this time, it seemed to me, her gaze was no longer questioning, but with fully formed suspicion. And then Sashenka looked down and gasped.

– What else is this, dad? Are you excited by watching me give Zhora a blowjob? Ugh, how disgusting that is! — the daughter’s voice showed despair and amazement. This was the worst possible reaction – Natasha was right! But I haven’t even said anything to Sashenka about my depraved desires, it’s scary to even imagine how she would react if she knew what was going on in my head.

– No, what are you talking about, daughter! It’s just a morning boner. It happens.

“But you just had sex with your mom!”

“Uh, well, I…” no excuses came into my head anymore and I turned my gaze to the screen. There, a pretty announcer read out the weather forecast.

“In general, I got into a weather forecast… I like, you know, girls in dresses,” my babble sounded simply funny, but I couldn’t stop. – Don’t tell mom! – I added.

My daughter snorted and once again glanced sideways at my penis, which was clearly peeking out from under the hem of my robe.

– We’ll talk later, dad! – Sashenka said in a tense voice, leaning towards Zhorik again. And I pretended that I was very interested in the presenter, who was walking along the map of the country, telling where it would rain. We were promised clear weather.

Meanwhile, Sasha moved from George’s stomach and chest to the most interesting places. I, without hiding, watched how she touched the top of my colleague’s penis with her tongue, how she walked with her lips along its entire length, how she smiled before hugging the pulsating shaft with her mouth. Zhorik, meanwhile, put his large palms on my daughter’s chest, right where my hand had just been. In addition to the pleasure of contemplating this picture, I suddenly felt a strange pang of jealousy. And Zhora fully enjoyed every moment, he was pushing the girl’s mounds with all his might, breathing intermittently and shuddering when Sasha absorbed his flesh with distinct sobs and smacking.

I wanted to look away, but he seemed to be glued to this fantastic scene. And then the daughter tilted her charming blond head a little so that Zhorik’s dick protruded her cheek nicely. At this point I couldn’t stand it anymore, I grunted and came right into my robe.

“For the second time in two days,” I thought and was about to retreat to the bathroom, when suddenly my daughter pulled away from George with a smacking sound, inhaling air, then sat down on his penis again, turned to me and asked:

– Faf, why are you loofing so ftrange?

“Dad, why are you looking so strange?” — I mentally deciphered her words and answered:

– Yes, it’s not strange at all. I’m interested in how you learn, what movements you use. For example, when you let him on the cheek, it looks very funny, Zhora is probably just delighted.

The daughter giggled and turned her gaze to George. He simply languished with pleasure, but was in no hurry, as last time, to put his finger on the back of Sashenka’s head, forcing her to take it deeper – his hands kneaded and tormented the girl’s breasts, obviously, he hoped that his daughter would figure out to impale herself on the dick harder. Or maybe he was quite satisfied with the depth of penetration into Sasha’s mouth – who knows?

But Sasha came up with a plan. She released the penis again, this time the smacking sound was less distinct.

“Dad, since you’re here anyway, won’t you help me?” — While my daughter was saying this, she furtively glanced down at the hem of my robe. But due to the fact that I had just finished, she didn’t see anything criminal there this time.

“Of course, daughter, say whatever you want,” I didn’t bend my heart. Now I was ready to do anything to justify my presence and erection.

“Well, in general, as you can see, Zhora is now caressing my breasts,” as if illustrating her words, Georgy began to twist Sasha’s papillae and squeeze her mounds with his fingers even more strongly.

– Oh oh oh! – the daughter squealed. Zhorik stopped in fear, but Sasha shouted:

– No, no, continue! So, dad! Ay! I would really like you to wrap my pigtails around your fist and… Ay-ay!! — Tears appeared in the corners of the girl’s eyes.

– What would you… Ay! I wrapped my pigtails around-ahh… fist and puuuut! — on the cock. I myself can’t take it deep, but Zhora’s hands are busy – he, as you can see, is twisting my nipples!!

My daughter shouted out the last phrase and looked at me pleadingly.

“You mean that I have to impale you on Zhora’s dick?”

Zhorik loosened his grip so that Sasha could answer.

– Well, of course. Who else?! — my daughter looked at me with her huge eyes full of tears. I literally disappeared into them and felt my penis growing stubbornly again, already touching the wet spot on my robe, which I covered as best I could by crossing my legs.

– Well, yes, not mine! – I laughed hysterically.

– Um, dad, don’t joke like that. I sometimes don’t understand your humor. Incest is disgusting, your irony is inappropriate,” the daughter pursed her lips angrily. But then she changed her anger to mercy.

– So will you help or not? she asked. – I would ask my mother, but she’s in the kitchen…

“Okay,” I decided, drawing a picture in my head and suddenly I clearly understood that if this scene became a reality, I would cum a second time.

Sasha smiled joyfully, wiped away the tears from her cheeks and touched Zhora’s penis with her lips.

– Fat`s if faf, farf! — she had already plunged the trembling unit into her mouth, and Zhora attacked her nipples with renewed vigor. The daughter moaned and at the same time made progressive movements up and down, giving rise to wonderful squelching sounds. I stroked her on the head and unexpectedly tickled her behind the ear. The girl giggled, but due to the situation, instead of laughing, it turned out to be more of a gurgle.

And then I twisted her little pigtails with pink elastic bands around my fist and pulled her up. The daughter let out a lowing sound and, with a smacking sound, released Zhora’s penis into the air. Thin shiny threads of saliva stretched from her lips to the tense member. The girl smiled, expecting the opposite movement, and I did not deceive her by pushing her down.

Pressing the back of Sashenka’s head, I heard delicious choking sounds, interspersed with moans due to Zhorik’s pinching and twisting. He himself breathed frequently and hoarsely, trembling with pleasure. I pulled my daughter’s pigtails down even further, forcing her to take almost three-quarters of George’s dick. Sasha desperately moaned and hit Zhora on the thighs, although he had nothing to do with it – her forced deep blowjob was entirely my merit. However, perhaps my daughter wanted him to stop twisting her nipples – I already suspected that the girl would get bruises from such caresses.

I eased the pressure a little, allowing my daughter to pull back, but so as not to let go of my penis. And then, as soon as Sasha thought she could take a breath, he pulled her pigtails down again. With a muffled howl and drooling from her nose, Sasha began not only to hit Zhora’s thighs, but to literally push away from his knees, resisting my grip.

– Well, well, daughter, there’s just a little bit left! — I leaned over and kissed Sasha right on the top of her head. The girl became quiet and tried to get used to the feeling of the penis that was bursting her throat. The daughter’s drool and tears ran straight onto Zhora’s knees and thighs, he closed them so as not to spill moisture on the sofa.

At this time, Natasha suddenly entered the room.

– Okay, everyone have breakfast! The omelette is ready! — and then she saw how I was impaling our daughter on Zhora’s penis and, of course, she misunderstood everything.

– Oh! You finally persuaded her! – Natasha said with relief.

I desperately began to give signs to my wife, rolling my eyes and hoping that Zhora and Sasha would not notice anything.

— Persuaded? — the roaring Sasha was already straightening up and turning to her mother.

I took a deep breath.

– Well, yes! – Natasha tried to get out. — I persuaded you to do braids. This hairstyle suits you very well.

“Actually, I had pigtails yesterday too, Mom!” – the girl said offended.

– Oh, sorry, I’m completely tired. And all of you with your omelette. They could just reheat yesterday’s pie!

– Mom, why are you so absent-minded? You suggested the omelette yourself! — The daughter looked at Natasha in surprise.

– Well, I thought that you would cook it.

– Well, sorry, mom, the oil burns painfully!

– I could have thrown something on!

– Okay, mom! I’ll cook for lunch.

“Well, look at me,” Natasha, either jokingly or seriously, shook her finger at her daughter and went back to the kitchen.

And then Sashenka found the strength to continue and rushed down herself, taking Zhora’s penis almost all the way – I just picked up her initiative, pulling the pigtails down later to consolidate the success. The daughter’s gift gasped and shook slightly, erupting. The daughter swallowed, but could not do anything with the streams of nectar that flowed down the girl’s chin and lips, dripping onto George’s knees, already wet from drool and tears.

I felt that I myself could not stand it and for the second time I ejaculated into my robe. Sighing, I let go of my daughter’s pigtails. She pulled up the penis, freed herself and took a deep breath of air.

– Wow, daughter, that was amazing.

Sasha looked at me sternly again. But her flushed face, stained with tears and sperm, with a stern grimace only made me smile.

– Relax, I’m just talking about the aesthetic moment. Your blowjob to Zhora didn’t excite me one bit.

I pointed to the hem of the robe. The member had already calmed down and lay peacefully in its place. Of course, after two eruptions in a row…

– I didn’t think so, dad! After all, it is clear that you could not be aroused by looking at your daughter. This is completely out of the question.

– Well, of course, daughter! — I looked joyfully at her soiled face.

Patting Sashenka’s cheek, I turned away and stared at the TV screen. My thoughts were jumping around randomly, the only thing I understood for sure was that I urgently needed to change my robe.

Zhora and Sasha went into the kitchen to eat an omelette, the seductive smell of which made their heads spin. When they left, I took a moment to pop into my room and change into a T-shirt and shorts. I didn’t have any more clean home clothes; if the accident happened again, I’d have to wear a business suit.

But when I entered the kitchen, I heard painfully familiar exciting sounds. Only her daughter’s feet protruded from under the dining table. She put them on top of each other and curled her fingers funny.

– Daughter, the omelette is getting cold! – Natasha tried to reassure our daughter.

– I’ll be quick, mom! – and Sashenka sniffled with redoubled force.

– It’s unlikely to happen quickly, daughter, Zhora just finished!

– Efo we iffe pofmofrim! — Sasha was clearly optimistic.

Zhora understood that the food was getting cold, so he decided to speed up the process himself. Following my example, he grabbed his daughter’s pigtails in his hands and pulled her down. I was sitting at the table at that moment and my penis literally hit the tabletop when my daughter, impaled with her small mouth on a strong penis, snorted, moaned protractedly and began to shudder in sobs.

– Is everything all right, daughter? – Natasha asked.

“Ummmg,” Sashenka muttered affirmatively. Meanwhile, Zhora’s face changed, cumming in our daughter’s mouth for the second time in a few minutes.

Obviously, this time there was much less sperm, so Sashenka swallowed everything without spilling a drop.

— Deep blowjob before breakfast – what could be better? – Natasha asked with a laugh.

– Yeah! – said Sashenka. She crawled out from under the table, still sobbing.

“Daughter, wait until you calm down, it’s better not to eat in this state, it won’t do any good,” I said.

Zhora leaned over to Sasha and began to cover her red face with traces of tears, drool and sperm with kisses. His fingers again began to wander over the girl’s tits, and my penis, having recovered from the blow, began to remind itself again, but then, luckily for me, Sasha decided to go wash herself. I was delighted with her departure, as I had once again begun to fear for my shorts. Flashing her bare bottom, Sashenka retreated to the bathroom.

“Your daughter is just super,” Zhorik smiled broadly.

“We know,” my wife and I said in unison and looked at each other. Meanwhile, Sasha returned from the bathroom and we finally started eating. The omelette not only smelled amazing, but it tasted amazing too. I occasionally glanced at how my daughter was eating and caught myself thinking that even this excites me…