Free Breeding with My Daddy (m/f Family Sex/Taboo Sex) by Jillian Cumming

I had to admit
to myself just how I felt about my daddy. I watched as he pulled my
suitcases out of the back seat of the car. It was a hot day, and
the tight undershirt he had on was stuck to his flesh, outlining
the athletic lines of his body. I’d just returned from backpacking
across Europe, and he seemed eager to get me out of the scorching
light of the sun and into some nice air conditioning.
    Well, he wasn’t
my real dad. He was my stepdad, and had been for a few years.
    He was
considerably older than I was. A few years older than my mom, even,
but as I watched his arms flex a heat tingled between my legs that
had nothing to do with being outside and everything to do with how
badly I needed my daddy inside of me.
    “Oh, hi
Violet,” my mom said. She patted me on the back. I turned to face
her. Though getting older, she was still pretty. People always said
I looked like she had when she was my age. Even Riley, my stepdad,
had said so.
    “Heading out?”
I said, looking down at the travel case she held in one hand, and
the keys to her car in the other.
    “Yes, sweetie,
I’m so sorry I can’t stay. You’ll have to tell me all about this
last college semester when I come back,” she pecked me on the
cheek, “I’ll only be gone the weekend.”
    We said bye,
then, as Riley, laden with my luggage, walked up toward the door,
she stopped him for a moment to give him a kiss. Riley and I
watched as she pulled out of the driveway and made her way down the
street. Daddy opened the door behind me after my mom had rounded
the corner and disappeared from view.
    I followed him
inside, looking at the V-shaped muscle in his back as he stooped
over and put all my stuff on the living room floor.
    “Whew,” he
said, turning to smile at me, “How did you ever manage to walk
across an entire continent with all this on that petite frame of
yours?”
    He raised his
eyebrow at me, and I realized I had been staring at him as the heat
between my legs grew more intense.
    “I... I’m
stronger than I look, I guess.”
    “Hah!” Daddy
said, wiping at his forehead with the back of his hand. “Hot as
hell out there. Think I’m gonna grab a cold one. You want one, too?
I know you’re old enough now.”
    As I followed
him to the kitchen, I felt like a schoolgirl with her first crush.
Every time he smiled at me, I felt my heart flutter and my
breathing quicken.
    “Here you go,”
he said, popping the lid off a beer bottle he’d grabbed from the
fridge and handing it to me. The coolness of the glass in my
fingers felt good, and I had the sudden urge to press it against
the bare skin of my neckline. I followed Riley outside onto the
patio in the backyard and we sat down, each of us holding a
sweating bottle of beer.
    Daddy held out
his bottle and I clinked mine against it. I sighed contentedly as I
took a swallow. Beer wasn’t my go-to drink, but even I had to admit
how nice it was on a hot day like that one.
    “So, Vi,” Daddy
said, crossing his legs loosely, “Tell me all about that trip. Was
it worth the dough?”
    He had on a
pair of loose shorts. I almost choked on my next swallow of beer
when I glanced down. He wasn’t wearing any underwear! I could see
his soft cock, long and thick. Concerned, he uncrossed his legs and
leaned forward, putting his hand on my bare knee.
    “Are you okay?
It looks like you got a shock. What did you see?”
    When I finished
sputtering, I grabbed his hand and gave his fingers a squeeze.
“Nothing, nothing. Just went down the wrong way, I guess.”
    Satisfied that
I was okay, he turned and looked over his shoulder at something. I
stared hungrily at his crotch, thinking of what I had just seen. I
thought I could see the outline of his manhood through his shorts,
still. I shifted in my seat, the desire for him to fill me up with
that monster between his legs so powerful that I’d broken out in a
cold sweat.
    It seemed like
a perfect storm of circumstances to me: I was home and horny after
a long