Defacing Mom

Little by little, rumors started swirling around their hometown. Ladies on the street would gossip as they passed each other by.

“Did you hear? Catherine’s daughter was parking at Indian Point with not one, but two boys!”

“Oh, goodness! Libby Benton told me that Catherine’s daughter tried to bribe a teacher at the high school with sexual favors!”

The rumors eventually made their way to Catherine, who wasted little time taking out her anger on Donna. After one particularly juicy rumor began, concerning the now nineteen year-old Donna and members of the football team at the local college she was attending, Catherine lost all sense of self control. She slapped her daughter repeatedly, drug her by the hair hard enough to rip out a handful, and threw her down on her bedroom floor. As Donna sobbed and held a hand to her stinging cheek, Catherine stood above her.

“You’re no daughter of mine. You’re nothing but a common street whore!”

Watching her mother walk away, Donna decided that she’d taken all the abuse she could handle. She had to finish things with her mother once and for all.

She heard Catherine’s car start in the driveway and knew that her mother was surely off to some important social function, where she’d act as if everything in her life was perfect. Well, it wouldn’t be if Donna could help it.

She pulled herself up and went into the bathroom to wash the tears from her face. Her mind worked rapidly, trying to come up with something that would humiliate her mother beyond repair. She turned off the running water just in time to hear her father’s truck arriving home.

Like a light flipping on in her head, Donna figured out her plan.

It was a twisted, disturbing idea, but it was just the sort of thing that could put her over her mother for good. Donna wanted to take the one thing her mother would never expect. She wanted to do something that, if and when she ever told her mother, it would hurt her down to the depths of her soul.

Donna wanted to seduce her father.

It seemed like the perfect idea. She knew her dad was getting no attention from his cold, frigid wife. And, unlike her mother, Donna actually loved him. The notion of fucking him didn’t seem strange to her at all. It would be a beautiful expression of their love… which, as a bonus, would surely be enough to kill her mother if she ever found out about it.

Besides, Donna reasoned, what middle-aged man wouldn’t want a busty blonde co-ed doing unspeakable things to him? The fact that she was his daughter should only make it more exciting, since it would be so deliciously naughty.

Barely able to wait for him to come inside, Donna hurried down the stairs and stood near the front door. As she heard him step onto the porch, she undid the top two buttons on her blouse, revealing the swell of her large breasts.

“Daddy!” she cried as the door swung open.

Donna met her father with a big hug before he could get both feet inside the house. Somewhat surprised, he stumbled inside, trying to set down his briefcase.

“Well… well, hi, sweetheart. How was your day?”

“Awful,” Donna pouted as she pulled him towards the living room.

After forcing him down into his favorite chair, Donna climbed up onto her father’s lap the way she had when she was younger. She pulled his head close to her chest, leaving his cheek resting against the bare skin she’d exposed. Before he had a chance to say anything about the inappropriate contact, Donna told him what had happened with her mother.

“I’m so sorry, Donnabear,” he said, using his pet name for her. “Your mother is just…”

“She’s horrible!” Donna told him. “I hate her.”

Donna kissed her father on the cheek, then lifted his chin so they were looking each other in the eye. Carefully, keeping full eye contact, she slid from sitting on his lap to straddling him in the chair.

“But I love you, Daddy. I love you so much…”

With that, Donna kissed him on the lips. She hadn’t kissed her father on the mouth since she was a little girl, and this was no ordinary kiss. It was the type of kiss that fathers and their daughters aren’t supposed to share.

Walter quickly pulled back, startled at her behavior.

“Donna! What… what are you…”

“Just relax, Daddy,” she said, putting a finger to his lips. “I want to do this for you.”

Most people of sound mind would probably condemn Walter for allowing things to proceed from this point. But Donna understood. He had been neglected for so long, and here was a beautiful girl displaying her undying love for him. Walter did attempt more protests, but Donna cut them off with her tender kisses. After a few minutes, his resistance had all but faded completely.

Donna stood up from the chair and pulled her father to his feet. Positioning him with his back to the archway that led into the room, she sunk to her knees and began fumbling with his belt. Seeing his daughter in such a shocking position caused Walter to make one last grasp at sanity.

“Donna, stop… we… we shouldn’t be…”

But before he could complete his thought, Donna had taken his cock out. It was much bigger than she imagined it would be, so long and thick, and it was barely even hard.

“Oooh, Daddy,” she whispered. “I had no idea.”

Donna wasted little time popping the head of his cock into her mouth. Walter gasped and his cock began to swell up rapidly. In a matter of seconds, Donna was sucking his full erection, and she was doing a damn good job of it.

If she’d been able to smile with such a big mouthful of cock, Donna would have had one a mile wide. Not only did she enjoy doing it, she thought gleefully about what an incredible trump card this would be over her mother. Stopping to look up, she softly stroked him with her hand.

“Does that feel good, Daddy?”

“Ohhhh… oh, honey…”

Smiling, Donna went right back to work. She started thinking about what she would do when she brought him to orgasm. Some boys she knew liked shooting it into her mouth, which she didn’t mind, although some certainly tasted better than others. Others liked unloading their cream on her big tits, but Donna didn’t want to stop things to take her shirt off.

The teacher she’d bribed at school had wanted to see it all over her face, and Donna liked that so much that she’d suggested it to other men since then. It felt so nice and warm. She just loved the feeling of the hot cum splashing against her. That’s what she’d do with her father, Donna decided. She’d take it on her face.

As she stopped sucking for a brief moment, a car suddenly rolled past the back window. Her dad was too caught up in the pleasure of having his cock sucked to hear it, but a sly smile spread across Donna’s lips.

Her mother was home.

Knowing things had worked out even better than she’d hoped, Donna bore down on her father’s cock, her cheeks turning red from the effort. Trying to time it just right, she pulled back and rapidly jerked him with her hand while she looked through the archway behind him.

“Ohhh… ohh, God!” he groaned.

Donna knew her mother would stumble onto them at any moment. She reached up and softly squeezed her father’s heavy balls, the grey hairs tickling her hand. Hoping his release was imminent, Donna leaned forward and ran her tongue up the length of his shaft.

“Donna, I’m… I’m…”

Just then, Catherine exited the kitchen, standing a full room’s length behind her husband. Donna locked eyes with her almost instantly.

“Cum, Daddy!” she cried loudly, making sure her mother could hear. “I want you to cum all over me!”

Stroking him as hard as she could, Donna leaned in as her father’s hips started to buck.

“Unnnhhhh…”

Thick white jets of cream began shooting from the end of his cock, splattering onto Donna’s pretty face. Ooh’ing and ahh’ing at each warm blast, Donna kept her eyes trained on her mother as a big glob pelted her forehead, then her mouth, then her left cheek. A few stray shots parted her blonde hair and landed on the floor behind her.

The gooey cum started sliding down quickly, dripping onto Donna’s shirt and the bare skin above her chest. Shamelessly, she smeared her father’s cock against her glazed face, rubbing it in the immense load he’d deposited on her. Finally, she took it back into her mouth, moaning as she sucked the tasty cream off him.

The disgusting display had barely lasted half a minute, hardly enough time for Catherine to make sense of what she was seeing. But as she did, both Donna and her father heard a soft little thump on the floor.

Catherine had dropped her purse. That must have been why she came home so quickly, Donna realized. She’d forgotten it.

Walter turned around when he heard the noise, his eyes growing wide as he saw his wife. How could he possibly explain the scene she saw in front of her? His pants down, his stiff cock starting to soften, as his daughter rested on her knees with her face covered in cum?

Luckily, he didn’t have to. Before anyone could speak, Donna’s mother spun around and stormed out the back door. Her car started up a few seconds later and she pulled out of the driveway like a bat out of hell.

Walter was extremely concerned, expecting that his wife would go to the police and have him arrested. But Donna wasn’t worried. She knew there was no way her mother would go public with what she’d witnessed. Like she would let the whole town know that her husband had turned to their daughter because Catherine wasn’t up to the task? And be forced to admit to her friends that their perfect family was a dysfunctional, abusive, incestuous mess?