Incest Seduction/Bask in the afterglow of your first fuck
Dazed and limp, you stare up at the ceiling above the island. You're filled with emotions and sensations you've never had to deal with before. A small part of you wants to run away, ashamed of what you've just allowed to happen. But a deeper, darker side of you wants to explore this.
Closing your eyes lets you escape the kitchen without moving an inch. It also lets you focus on the state of your freshly fucked body. Daddy really roughed up your pussy. Maybe you're just really tight, or maybe he's really big, but the smooth, steady, deep pistoning of your virgin entrance has left you feeling stretched and achy. Your clit is so sensitive right now it's practically throbbing beneath its hood. You swear you can still feel daddy gliding in and out of you with every pulse in your clit.
The more you focus on your arousal the hornier you get. Your labia are tingling. Each of your nipples stiffen. You stick a finger in your mouth, biting and sucking the tip. Everything you do only serves to work yourself up even more. It doesn't take long before you're humping the air above you, Each clench of your butt and thrust of your hips moves your pussy a little close to the edge of island.
You can't stand it anymore. You need relief.
Your fingers land on your clit and immediately spin a tight circle. Moaning, you buck your hips faster. If only daddy would finish you off.
A hand grabs you by your busy wrist and pulls it away from your sex. You open your eyes with a gasp only to see mom's face filling your view. She kisses you sweetly and you close your eyes again. Hungrily meeting her lips, you continue to grind and gyrate against the air. You know you're not supposed to touch yourself, but mom isn't making that easier. She pins your hand above your head and, after a short makeout session, pulls away.
"You've been such a good girl this morning. I'd hate to see that change."
Bleary-eyed, you reply, "Can I just finish? Please?"
"I'm sorry. Daddy's still busy, sweetie." That's not really what you were asking. Mom softly caresses your cheek then runs her fingers down your neck and onto your chest. "Maybe we should ask your brother, hmm?" She follows her suggestion with a playful giggle.
"Uh, ask me what?"
Oh no, he's back already. What now?