Incest Seduction/Ask for forgiveness.
What a terrible spot to be in. Daddy's dick is so close yet so far, Mom is mad again, and now that your legs are spread apart you can feel your messy pussy leaking past your lips once more. But you're determined to be a good girl. Despite all of your frustrations, you want to stay on your mother's good side. Craning your neck to look up at her while you're bent over at the waist, you plead with your eyes as best you can. "I'm sorry mom! Honest! I didn't mean to-"
"Oh, I've never heard that before," interrupts mom with a little chuckle, lifting her coffee mug.
"But I'm sorry! I am! I promise I'll do better! I'll be good!"
"Sweetie, don't make promises you can't keep."
"Welp, you got my pants..." daddy grumbles behind you. A second later he hits you with the napkin again, sopping up some more of your brother's spunk drooling out and over your clit.
"I'm really trying! Really!" Daddy's strong palm plants itself on one of your ass cheeks as his thumb grabs one of your pussy lips. Both are then stretched out to the side, your asshole winking at daddy as another slimy burst of wetness dribbles out of your now pried open slit, breaking your train of thought. "I'm t-trying..."
"Mhmm," mom nods after sipping her coffee. "You're trying to push my buttons, sweetie. That's very clear. We haven't had a nice morning together as a family for a good long while and your overflowing teenage hormones are making it nearly impossible."
"Yep. She's overflowing alright," quips daddy. Dawn groans again in disgust with her phone annoyingly pointed in your direction.
"Honestly. I'm just about out of ideas Kimmy. Short of sending you to your room. Is that what you want?"
"No! N-no. I'm trying... trying..."
You try to refocus your thoughts but daddy is doing more than light commentary at this point. He's not just prying you apart. One of his thick manly digits is splitting your lips. He pushes inside you, wiggling all the way to the knuckle, forcing himself inside rather bluntly. You squeeze against the digit as hard as you can and instantly shudder, your brain breaking a little at the knowledge that part of daddy is inside you again. Disappointingly his slickened finger pulls out almost as quickly as it dove into you. You open your mouth to try to complete your sentence to mommy and only manage to choke on your words when a second finger joins the first, two digits now plunging into you and stretching your sex apart.
"You're not trying very hard if you ask me. You couldn't even sit still in your father's lap for ten minutes."
"But he-auuughh...!"
You're interrupted again as daddy squeezes his fingers together, pulling down to meet his thumb on the outside of your pelvis, trying to touch each other through your belly. The crook of his hand presses into your clit while his forceful digits drag you downward. Your knees shake as he pushes one wall of your pussy down toward the floor, your trim tummy tapping the edge of the table.
You feel like your slit is gaping as wide as his fingers and twice as high, but you seem to prove that theory wrong when your tight little hole is still able to squeeze him from all sides as his fingers rapidly flex and wiggle inside you. The desperately needed stimulation from that bit of wiggling is bad enough. The thing that really robs you of your concentration is that the tips of daddy's fingers have found your g-spot and won't leave it alone. The intense sensation of his fingers fluttering across one your most sensitive spots is only amplified by the added pressure from his thumb pressing inward on your pelvis.
"...was... very hard... juss... so hard..." you mumble, your head dropping, jaw clenching.
"Now, now, don't start crying, sweetie! I know it must be confusing for you, all these emotions and sensations." You nod and whimper, your ponytail hanging beside your face, your body shuddering again as daddy pointedly massages your g-spot. "Your father is only trying to help. How is it going, daddy?"
"Doing what I can," notes daddy, briefly dabbing his napkin over the backs of his knuckles and skirting along your vulva. He adds a tiny inward thrust behind his hand, his knuckles tapping your clit, the tips of his fingers flicking inward along your spot. "Is that better?"
A high pitched whispered moan croaks from your throat. "Ye-ea-ahhh..."
"Aww, see? Daddy knows how to take care of you, doesn't he sweetheart?"
"Uh-hmm..."
"I knew he would. He was the only one who could potty train you after all."
"Uh-ha-huh..."
"I had tried everything! Treats, threats, bribes... you refused to cooperate. Do you know you went naked for weeks? You said you wouldn't but you kept wetting your clothes on purpose and I refused to change any more diapers! I wasn't about to do laundry multiple times a day. Cleaning the floor was bad enough!"
"It was like having a puppy," remarks Zack with a smirk. You can only look at him for a second. It's hard to lift your head when daddy is working your pussy so vigilantly. "Or worse. There were little puddles everywhere. And of course you only found them by stepping in them."
Mom slams her hand down on the table with laughter, nearly choking on her coffee, before pointing at Zack. "You were so mad! You started following her around with a little bucket!"
Dawn sneers, but for once with a tinge of amusement. "Ew! Why don't I remember this?!"
"I'm really not sure, because I could hardly keep either of you clothed once your sister was naked! The wild spark in your eye when you realized I'd given up, you really pushed every limit."
Dawn tilts her head and lowers her phone to her lap as long forgotten memories come back to her. "Oh. Maybe I do remember that..."
"Maybe? Dawn, you're the reason we got kicked out of a Denny's! You know how hard it is to get kicked out of Denny's?"
Dawn sinks a little lower and waves her hand. "Okay, yeah. I get it."
"I'm not ashamed to say I gave up, either. It was much easier to apologize for the two of you than to fight both of you. At least Zack had some shame! But the two of you were hopeless. We could hardly go anywhere for weeks, although it sure made life interesting!"
"Very interesting..." repeats daddy, still pushing into your slit. Your latest needy moan doesn't even register to the rest of the table, caught up in mom's embarrassing stories of your childhood.
"Oh gawd, Kimmy's birthday was a disaster that year! More than half of the birthday party were in birthday suits! Between everyone falling into pee puddles and Dawn talking kids out of their clothes!"
"I did not!" objects Dawn.
"You did so! You were telling them that they had to give Kimmy their clothes, since it was her birthday, then stashed them all over the house! And you wouldn't give it up!"
"That was her idea!" shouts Dawn, claiming innocence.
"Remember Betty-Lou?" mom continues. "Poor girl, you fought her in the flower garden, both of you covered in dirt! Ripped her sundress right in half, straight through the seam. I swear by the time I could get one kid redressed you had two more naked! The parents were mortified when they came back to find a gaggle of feral naked children running everywhere!"
Dawn perks up from her defensiveness when she realizes something. "Oh, is that why Kimmy's birthday got cancelled? The next one I mean?"
"Yes! There was no one in the neighborhood we could invite!" Mom wipes a tear from her eye, laughing aloud at your expense. You swear her shrill laugh is the only thing keeping you from having an orgasm right here in front of everyone.
"I think that'll do," announces daddy. With his fingers soaked by your wetness he pulls out of you and flicks down off your clit as he retreats, sending a shiver along your spine. You audibly whimper your dissatisfaction.
"Oh yes! Where were we?" Mom focuses on you again, finally returning to what all this was about. "Are you ready to sit down so your poor father can finally finish?"
"Nooo..." you whine pathetically with daddy already pulling on your hips and guiding you back. But as you are gently lowered you find something underneath you, something in the way of your underside. Your eyebrows lift when it makes contact with your sex. Your mouth drops open when it splits you. Your wet pussy lusciously invites daddy's cock as it slowly and steadily sinks deeper inside you, your father guiding your nubile hips attentively, even holding you up a little to slow your descent onto his manhood.
"Now, now, Kimmy. You can't keep fighting this. Your poor father has had to struggle through breakfast for long enough, sitting all awkward and stiff while you bounce around."
"Yeeaaah..." you sigh and nod with a warbly tone. You're only halfway down and you already feel full. "Sooo s-stiff..."
"If you're finally ready to be a good girl then no more squirming! You firmly plant your tight little behind all the way down on your daddy's lap and you stay there as long as he needs you to. Just... bury whatever is bothering you and let your father enjoy himself for a few minutes."
"Mmm!" you nod fervently, your back straightening. "Yeah! I wannit! Yes!"
"Do you?" replies mom, thinning her lips with disapproval.
"C'mon honey. She's -oof- trying," offers daddy as the tip of his thick cock pushes against your cervix in a terribly familiar way. "This is a lot for her to take right now."
"I suppose so," mom relents, lifting her mug as she eyes your tense figure. "At least try to not squirm so much. You're fourteen now. I'm pretty sure you can handle it."
You're not so sure. Daddy is stretching you in every direction. He's still gently guiding you, but now that means more of a push downwards, forcing you to take all but the last inch of his girthy length. Your bum is against his pelvis now but the backs of your thighs hover above his lap as your parted legs barely allow the tips of your toes to support your weight. All of a sudden your body twitches all on its own as daddy struggles to push his way into your womb, your leg kicking and torso twisting while you utter a grumbly moan. Mom shakes her head and tsks at you with disappointment before sipping her coffee.
"Honestly, just hopeless."
But that short twist somehow granted daddy an extra half an inch of movement inside you and your thighs barely make contact with his lap. Your legs trembling, you squint as you tentatively lift your toes away from the floor and pull your bound hands off of the table, all of your weight precariously sitting on cock.
It's nearly incomprehensible that it can fit at all, even though it's been in once before. You had to jump on it the first time to get it in, with a sharp brief pain that was more akin to tearing off a bandaid. But this, the slow, straining, grindy insertion of the thickest dick you could ever imagine was something else entirely. You felt every bump, every vein, scrape its way through you as your young cunt struggled to take him. Yet somehow your tight little eighth grade pussy has been truly impaled by your fathers massive shaft yet again. And the visceral, powerful stretch you still feel through your entire slit is making you so hot you're almost sweating.
"There we go..." sighs daddy, rubbing his hands up and down your sides. "Not so hard, eh? Well, maybe a little," he chuckles. "Just give it a second. Have a drink or something."
You blink a few times and try to take a long calming breath only to find you have no place for the air to go. You've given everything you have to daddy's enormous erection, so much so that even deep breaths make your pussy ache. You are able to lean forward a little as you follow daddy's advice and pick up his OJ from the table, but the stiff pole at rest inside you is unrelenting. You gulp mechanically and hope the orange liquid finds a place it can go.
After your last gulp you abruptly gasp then barely hold back a dirty moan. Daddy wraps his arm around your stomach to hold you in place as he adjusts himself and slide his chair closer to the table. But he has to rise off his chair to do so. With that you discover that there's still more dick beneath you. Sharply thrusting his body into yours, suspending you in the air by your vayjay, you're all but positive that the very tip of his cock has pushed its way through your inexperienced cervix and is staring your womb straight in the face. When he lands back on his chair a half second later you feel your bum is more firmly in his lap than before, cementing in your mind that he is somehow deeper than ever.
Your family continues reminiscing and recounting embarrassing stories from years gone by, but you struggle to listen to any of it. There's a baseball bat stuck in your vagina, just sitting in there, its long shaft splitting you up the middle, one bump away from cracking you in half. You're more than on edge. Every second that passes you are positively convinced that this gargantuan cock is going to start viciously fucking you after the very next second. Now. Now. Now... Nownownow!
You keep shuddering and whimpering and twitching and writhing, all from the mere anticipation that eventually this huge cock inside you is inevitably going to start pistoning like a jackhammer. You can already feel his shaft tearing through you, daddy's flared tip pounding your insides. You can picture the intrusive head that's painfully poking into your womb suddenly gushing with hot cum, filling your belly all the way to your ovaries with your father's soupy seed.
And yet every subsequent moment you're proven wrong. He doesn't move any which way, remaining perfectly still albeit completely buried. Daddy seems to be quite content with concealing his mammoth member inside his daughter. You can feel his cock flex occasionally, but he stays as hard as ever as whole minutes tick by and he lazily picks at the remaining food on his plate.
Daddy may be content, but every moment that passes that your naked body is kept fully stuffed with an obscene quantity of cock drives you a little crazier. Your head starts listing. Your breathing speeds up. Your left leg trembles randomly. You simply can't be daddy's good little girl at the dinner table with his dick slammed inside your pussy like you're daddy's little whore. It's much too distracting. Is this a test? Gawd is it good. But you have to do something.