#Incest #Mature #Tween
Daddy and I have fun while mummy makes dinner…
Daddy’s big calloused fingers traced the outline of my tiny panties, as I waited in my usual position. My face buried in my pillow and my bum in the air. I was only 11, but I knew what was coming. The smell of Mummy’s apple pie filled the house from the kitchen downstairs, which meant she was busy and wouldn’t hear us. The TV in the living room played some mind-numbing show that she liked, drowning out any little sounds we might make.
My heart thudded in my chest as Daddy’s hand slid under the waistband of my panties. The fabric was damp with my excitement and fear. His touch was rough, but I liked it. It made me feel alive and dirty, like I was doing something really naughty. He started to pull my panties down, but I stopped him. “We have to be quiet,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Mummy’s downstairs.”
He nodded and pulled a bottle of hand cream from the nightstand drawer. The cool, thick liquid squirted out onto his palm, and he began to rub it into my bumhole. The sensation was strange and a bit painful at first, but soon it became a warm, comforting feeling as he worked the cream into my tight little hole. I could feel it stretching and giving way to his thick fingers. The smell of the hand cream mixed with the sweet scent of Mummy’s apple pie, creating an oddly comforting aroma in the room.
My daddy’s eyes were intense and focused on his task, his breathing shallower as he pushed his finger deeper inside me. His other hand brushed against my tiny love button, sending sparks through my body, and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out.
I reached down and pulled my panties off eagerly, feeling the coolness of the air kiss my skin. I tossed them aside, revealing my nakedness to him. My pussy was already slick with excitement, my clit pulsing as I watched him lubricate his thick cock with the same hand cream. He was so big, so powerful, and the thought of him filling me up made me feel so small and vulnerable, yet I craved it.
Without a word, Daddy positioned the tip of his cock at my tight entrance, his breathing heavy with anticipation. I felt his hot, heavy weight pressing against me as he started to push in. His fat head spread my cheeks apart, and I took a deep breath, preparing for the painful stretch that I knew would come next. Gradually, inch by inch, he worked his way into me.
The pain grew, but so did my arousal. I bit down harder on my pillow to muffle any sounds. The pressure was intense, and I could feel my sphincter trying to resist the intrusion. But Daddy was insistent, his grip on my hips firm as he pushed deeper. He was relentless, his cock filling me up completely, until I felt his balls against my hairless little folds.
Once fully seated, Daddy paused, giving me a moment to adjust to the feeling of being so utterly filled. His hand found its way to my clit,
again, and he began to rub it gently in time with his shallow thrusts. Each stroke brought a wave of pleasure that seemed to cancel out the discomfort. I moaned into the pillow, my body starting to move with his rhythm.
He leaned over me, his warm breath tickling my ear. “You’re so tight, baby,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust. “So tight and perfect.” His words sent shivers down my spine, and I pushed back against him, silently begging for more. He began to move faster, his hand moving from my clit to my throat, his grip tightening just enough to make me feel the pressure without cutting off my air.
The sound of his skin slapping against my ass echoed in the room, mixing with the distant sounds of the TV and the occasional clang from the kitchen. My eyes watered, but I didn’t dare make a noise. I could feel Mummy’s presence downstairs, and the risk of getting caught was part of the thrill. Daddy’s cock slammed into me, each thrust sending a bolt of pleasure through my body.
He pulled almost all the way out, his mushroom head teasing the tight ring of my ass, making me ache for the moment it would fill me again. The anticipation was exquisite, my breaths coming in short, muffled gasps. His thumb pressed harder into my throat, and my vision swam with the sudden rush of blood to my head.
As the tip of his cock hovered just inside my hole, I felt my sphincter spasm, desperately trying to keep hold of him. Then, with one powerful thrust, he sank back into me, his balls slapping against my pussy. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that had me seeing stars.
Daddy’s rhythm grew more erratic as he fucked me harder, his breaths coming in ragged pants. His hand tightened around my throat, and I had to fight the urge to squirm and make noise.
In an attempt to distract myself from the pain and pressure, I reached down with my hand and began to rub my own tiny love button. It felt like a forbidden fruit, ripe and waiting for my touch. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through my body that seemed to resonate with every thrust of Daddy’s cock.
As Daddy’s movements grew more urgent, so did my own. My hand was a blur over my clit, the pleasure building with each stroke. The tension in the room was palpable, the only sounds the slap of skin on skin and the occasional gasp that escaped my mouth. My little pussy was dripping wet, and I could feel the juices running down my thighs.
Suddenly, his hand tightened around my throat, and he let out a low, animalistic growl. I knew he was close, and the thought of his hot cum filling my ass made my own orgasm crest. I rubbed faster, my body tensing as the pleasure coiled within me. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, he let go.
I could feel his cock pulse inside me, the warmth spreading as he emptied himself into my bowels. My own orgasm ripped through me, making my body convulse around his thick member.
He held himself deep inside my ass, his breath hot and heavy in my ear, his hand still tight around my throat. We stayed like that for a moment, both of us lost in the aftermath of our shared climax.
Slowly, Daddy’s grip loosened, and he slid out of me with a wet, sticky sound. He leaned over and kissed the back of my neck, his cock still pulsing with the last vestiges of his orgasm. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction.
I rolled over onto my back, my face still flushed and my breathing ragged. I looked up at him, my eyes filled with a mix of lust and adoration. Without a word, I took his softening cock into my mouth, eager to clean him up. I could taste the saltiness of his cum mixed with the tang of my own ass juices. It was a heady, forbidden flavor that made my mouth water.
I sucked and licked, savoring every drop. Daddy watched me, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure, as I took care of him. His cock was semi hard in my mouth, and I knew he enjoyed watching me clean him up like a good little slut. When he was finally clean, I swallowed the last of his cum and gave his cock one final kiss before letting it go.
He tucked himself back into his pants with a satisfied sigh, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride at his pleasure. I pulled my panties back on, the sticky mess between my cheeks making me squirm. The feeling of his cum inside me was a constant reminder of what we had just done, and I couldn’t wait for the next time.
“Come on, baby,” Daddy whispered, his voice a gentle rumble. “Let’s go downstairs before your mum wonders where you’ve been.” He offered me his hand, and I took it, allowing him to help me to my feet. My legs felt wobbly, and my ass was still tingling from the pounding he had given me.
As we descended the stairs, the aroma of Mummy’s apple pie grew stronger, and the sounds of the TV grew louder. My cheeks were still flushed, and my breath was shallow from the intensity of our secret rendezvous. Daddy gave my hand a squeeze, a silent reminder of our shared secret, and I couldn’t help but smile.
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