Unspoken Pleasure

Molly was used to the way men looked at her mother, at her big sister. And she saw the way that women wanted her father. To be under James' own thrall, to see all these boys be under hers? It was like being a superhero. Molly swore if given the chance, she could fly.

The boy at the counter sure thought she looked super. He miscounted their change twice; he was so busy stammering and staring. Molly grinned at him and licked her lips, enticingly.

"I love a load of ice cream," Molly said. The boy dropped the money on the floor. He nearly cracked his skull on the countertop trying to get it again.

When the father-daughter duo got back in the car, the anticipation of what was to come was now almost overwhelming. James kept looking down at his daughter's erect nipples rather than the road. It made the trip a little frightening, honestly. But it also made it more fun, too.

"Daddy, I think I need a little rest," Molly said, pushing her chest forward.

"Of course, sweetie," James said, slowing the car, "I don't want you to overexert yourself."

"Thanks Daddy."

They glided up to their secret spot. The car jolting on the dirt road felt almost like foreplay to Molly -- the little rumble that presaged the rather big one she was about to receive.

James pulled the SUV to the side of the road and switched off the engine. There was no need to say anything, no preamble required. Molly reached over and grabbed her Dad's dick. She noticed he wasn't even wearing underwear and smiled. Such an anxious, excited Daddy. She was so happy she had the chance to please him.

Molly slid her father's meat into her mouth. She felt his hand rest on the back of her head, not too tight. Just enough to let her know that he was in control. The way they both liked it. Molly felt her father's body respond to her licks and kisses. Her own body started to respond, as well. Her nipples hardened and not from the cold this time. Her pussy dripped warm honey down her thigh.

Molly thought about the first time she'd been with her Daddy. When the pills had taken hold and their need had overridden everything else. She'd never seen a real penis before then. Certainly had never touched one, sucked one, had one in her dripping, wanting snatch. Then her Daddy's dick had filled her for the first time, and it felt like nothing Molly had ever imagined. She'd frigged herself plenty, sure. But this? She'd felt complete -- all the more exciting because before then she hadn't even realized something was missing. Now she felt empty without him, like a vital part of her vagina was missing.

Molly pushed back slightly against the hand on the back of her head. She lifted off her father's cock and sat back on her heels, smiling at him. Her face sticky with saliva. James watched his daughter warily, like he wasn't sure what she would do. Molly grinned and lifted up her shirt. Her Daddy wasn't the only one who'd skipped wearing underwear, and Molly's massive mounds shook free.

To her delight, James' jaw dropped as his little girls' immense breasts were exposed to him in the car. Molly reached down and unsnapped her jean shorts, showing her Daddy her sodden patch of blonde pubic hair. Look Dad, no panties! Molly pulled her jeans over her ample hips and now sat there, perched completely naked on the leather passenger seat of the family car.

James stared back at his daughter, mouth agape, taken in by his daughter's incredible body. Molly reached over to grab his dick -- he felt even larger than usual. James' cock was the first, the only, that Molly had ever had, yet she still instinctively knew that it was big. The way it felt in her hand, her mouth, her pussy. Molly loved every inch of it.

James leaned back, waiting for his daughter to lower her mouth once again, but instead she started steering him to a different, hotter hole. Molly held her Daddy's dick in place and slowly began to climb over him. She rested her breast by her father's mouth and aimed his cock -- the babymaker that had made her -- right at her pussy.

"Molly!" James shouted, "Baby, we can't..."

Molly fell back in the passenger seat like she'd been shot. Her eyes wide and scared.

"Molly, sweetie," James said. He reached over to stroke his daughter's hair, but she flinched away. "You know I want to. More than anything. God, you're so hot."

"Daddy, please," Molly said, "It's not... My little pussy needs you so bad."Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

"I know, baby. I want you, too. But we're supposed to be trying to get better, right?"

Molly looked at her father dubiously. Yes, of course they were. But at the same time, then, what were all these 'little rests' about? So, it was OK for her to suck her Dad off, swallow his cum, but not for her to have any pleasure?"

"Of course not, baby. You just never asked," James said, "I'd be happy to rub your little nubbin for you, OK? We just can't, y'know, do that. The other thing. You know why. Even beyond trying to get better, it's not safe. You're totally unprotected. Do you really want to get knocked up with your Daddy's baby?"

Yes! Molly wanted to scream. But she knew it was her biological urges overcoming her rational mind. An incest baby would be really really bad. No matter how badly she found herself wanting one. "No," Molly said quietly, "But can't we put me on the pill?"

"Wouldn't that be like admitting that we're not going to change?" James asked, sternly.

"I guess," Molly said, though she wasn't sure. "Wait, what if we did anal, instead? Then I could have my Daddy inside me, but we couldn't get me pregnant!"

"Honey, I..." James faltered, "I can see that we've taken this way too far. I'm sorry. I know it's my fault. We're trying to get better and already we're spiraling out of control."

Molly sat there feeling very naked in that car. She hugged her arms to her chest and felt her big breasts press back. Her girl juice ran cold on her thigh.