Incest Seduction/I only wanted to feel good
"I only wanted to feel good," you mutter. "I tried to be quiet. I-I thought that'd be okay."
"Oh, I see," mom starts, leaning out onto the table to better pin your arms down via your bindings. Her robe has opened up after yanking you so hard giving your brother a great view of her very healthy cleavage from across the table, her boobs bouncing and swaying behind a plunging neckline that teases the inner edge of her areola. "That makes it okay, does it? It's alright to defile yourself at the table in front of the whole family, and on daddy's lap no less, as long as it makes you feel good."
"Well... I didn't sa-"
"Did you hear that Daddy? Anything is okay as long as it makes Kimmy feel good."
"T-that's not what I-"
"Rules don't apply to Kimmy," continues mom unabated. "Everything is fine so long as her horny teenage twat says so."
"Mooom," you protest meekly.
"No, no, you decided. You don't have to worry about it anymore. If your pussy wants to feel good on Daddy's lap then Daddy's lap will make you feel good. That's fine, because you said so yourself."
"I just couldn't help it," you plead. Mom nods in agreement.
"And now you don't have to. Daddy? Please give your daughter what she's been asking for."
"Really?" he asks, adjusting himself as if he's not already inside you. "Right here at the table?"
"Your daughter has no problem with that, clearly!" scoffs mom.
Daddy pushes you off of him, your legs shaking and a groan escaping you as he vacates your wet hole. In fact he pushes your torso the rest of the way onto the table, forcing your body to slide forward, riding daddy's plate like a breakfast boogie board until your legs hit the edge. This slackens your rope and you instantly try to right yourself and turn to look back at him but mommy straightens you out. She only lets you prop yourself up long enough for her to pull daddy's plate out from under you before she yanks you right back down by your wrists.
"Do not let go of this," she orders while handing the rope over to Dawn. "Make sure your sister stays put. I'm getting more coffee if anyone wants some," offers mom so casually, mug in hand as she leaves the table. There aren't any takers, but that's probably because your siblings are too busy staring at what is about to unfold.
"You just couldn't wait, could you?" laments daddy, making a big fuss behind you while pushing his chair away. "Just couldn't listen to your mother. Well I hope this makes you happy."
You can feel his bobbing cock tap your lower back when he steps up to you, his thighs bumping into your butt. Daddy crouches over you and scoops his arm between your tummy and the table then promptly raises your bottom half into the air. Lifting your feet off the floor, your legs dangle as daddy maneuvers your backside to a more comfortable height for him. You're completely helpless, arms stretched across the table, legs hanging uselessly, as your daddy penetrates your tight slit in front of your big brother and sister. Once he works his tip in he readjusts his grip, hooking each of his hands around the front of your hips. With one hard shove of his endless beefy cock he rips straight through you, slamming himself all the way inside your soaking pussy. You openly shriek, the speed and force of it startling you and nearly making you cry.
"This is fucked," notes Zack. You turn your head away from the small section of table you're now forced to looked at in order to peek over your arm at Z. One of your brother's hands seems to be quite plainly 'resting' in his lap. It hardly seems fair that he should be allowed to touch himself at the table. And yet the idea of him jerking off to daddy fucking you only gets you more wet.
"The only thing fucked here is Kimmy," replies mom, returning with her mug. "She said it herself. As long as Kimmy feels good then everything is fine. That's all she seems to care about." Mom leans down beside Zack, kissing his cheek while dropping her free hand over his shoulder to rub his chest soothingly. All this while they watch daddy methodically, cautiously, pump his hips and bore himself into your pussy, as if to be careful while violating you for the 'first' time. "So don't worry baby," assures mommy. "She's going to be very fucked. We'll make sure of it."
Mom gets up and walks back to her seat while sipping her coffee, still unconcerned by her loose robe. She sits down so nonchalantly, as if seeing you bound and bent naked over the table to be taken by your father is perfectly normal. She even strikes up a new conversation, something about some swim aerobics class she heard about.
Your pussy is the only thing getting a workout right now. Daddy pulls back on your hips as his deep thrusts become weightier, gradually putting more power behind them. If he wants you closer he should speak to Dawn because she has your rope held fast, pulled down over the far edge of the table, which means daddy is mostly stretching your arms when he pulls at you.
Daddy still has you dangling above the floor as well, your legs too short to bring your backside up to his cock even on your tippy toes. You don't know why he couldn't just squat down instead but he doesn't seem to mind holding up your bottom half. Compared to his normal kettlebell routine this has to be his laziest workout ever, even with his lengthy shaft forcing him to swing his hips back to get a long full stroke.
With nothing left to hide, all pretense cast aside, and your dad's cock pistoning in and out of your well worked slit, you start moaning and gasping in front of your family like the dirty slut they must want you to be. You rest one cheek against the table, wiggle your butt the little that you can, and reach out your fingers and toes as your body stiffens, your pleasure intensifying. When daddy's thrusts get fast enough his balls begin to slap your pussy lips. You open your dangling legs a little wider just to make sure that his heavy sack has a clear path to your clit. Your legs shake with every impact and you can't even get to a baker's dozen of taps before you cum.
"OH DaAAdDy! ... FUuUuUUuuu...!"
Pulling against your rope and kicking your heels up against daddy's ass, you shudder and shout and scream through your orgasm, interrupting mom's story as you cum harder than you ever thought possible. Daddy speeds up a little, hitting you deeper and faster while your pussy spasms around his cock, frankly trying to squeeze him out of you. Only after your shouts turn into a low growl does daddy slow his thrusting to let you breathe.
"That better sweetheart?" asks daddy, chuckling as you twitch.
"Mm-mm-hmm-mm," you reply with a shaky voice and jittery nod. Daddy releases one of your hips to run his hand down your inclined lower back as he continues to slowly fuck your quivering slit. But even lifting you one-handed your toes are still dangling away from the floor, his powerful cock supporting the little bit of weight that his other hand can't quite get. His erection is so solid that it's more than easy enough for him to keep your pelvis in the air, nearly pulling your bellybutton off the surface of the table while he continues to lazily thrust into you.
Dad chuckles to himself some more. "She seems to be feeling pretty good now!"
"That's wonderful dear, but she's far from done," comments mom snidely as she rises from her seat, seemingly annoyed that you managed to interrupt her yet again. She wanders around the table to join her husband, leaning her head past his arm to better inspect the quivering middle school snatch impaled on his girthy meat. It's only now, with a difficult glance over your shoulder, that you realize daddy is also naked.
"Kimmy thinks she can do whatever she wants," starts mom, "and she needs to be taught a lesson. When my father caught me trying my first ever cigarette he sat me down and made me smoke an entire pack in front of him. Frankly this is no different."
"So... what are we saying?" asks daddy, his cock still making you twitch.
"Isn't it obvious? We're going to keep fucking Kimmy until we get every last orgasm out of her. Every. Last. One. No one leaves the table until she makes it through the whole pack."
"What?!" you exclaim with your sister in unison. Your brother just starts laughing nervously. Daddy takes mom's decree as an order for him to speed up, hooking both of his hands below your waist again to keep you at the right height. The renewed deep plunging of your tingling sex shuts you up pretty quickly.
"How long is that going to take?" gripes Dawn, sitting up in her chair, seemingly more concerned with her own plans for the day. "I don't want to play tug of war all morning." She then does exactly that, giving your rope a tug and straining your shoulders. You quickly curse her in kind but it's hard to counter her while stretched out with your arms all the way up and over your head like this. You just have to take it.
"Oh Dawn, your sister is hardly 90 pounds soaking wet. You had her figure when you were 11. She can't possibly be putting up much of a fight."
"Then you sit here and fight with her," mumbles Dawn. She's careful to not complain too loudly, yet she's still plenty loud enough for everyone to hear. Mom rolls her eyes at her eldest daughter before returning to her seat.
"Why do you have to be difficult? Zachary, please trade places with her."
As your father's heavy ballsack slaps against your vulva again, your siblings play musical chairs. Once Zack is the one pulling on your wrists you find he isn't as cruel with your rope as Dawn was but you can still hardly move your arms. You can hardly move anything besides your dangling legs, completely at your family's mercy. And yet, despite your lack of motion, you get hotter and sweatier as daddy's cock pummels you.
Everything feels so intense. You only just came and here you are getting a second serving of daddy's sausage. And he serves it as hard as ever. He hits you so deep, smacking the entrance to your womb at the end of every thrust. It's uncomfortable to say the least, but the deep ache inside you is balanced by the swinging scrotum making contact with your clit. Daddy plays so coy sometimes, but there can be no mistaking the desire behind his heavy hips. When put together, any bit of pain or discomfort is easy to ignore. If anything, you want him to hit you harder.
Time goes by slowly as your pounding progresses. Mom tries to keep up the small talk but no one is especially interested. Your scattered yelps and moans and the smacking of your wet slit echoing through the room isn't conducive to conversation anyway, other than the odd joke about what you sound like or comments about the heat. Although not as fast as the first, when your second orgasm arrives it hits you just as hard.
"Da-aah-d-dy! Yes! Yes! Fuck! FUCK!"
"Language," grunts your father from behind clenched teeth.
"FAAAAAAAAAaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuhh..."
You scream your lungs out then buck against your restraint as you gasp for air. You almost rip the rope from Zack's hands but he recovers and manages to hold you down, restretching your body while daddy keeps up his steady pace. Pounded by his merciless cock, your orgasm doesn't subside. You can't center yourself, overwhelmed by the stretching and tapping and slapping of your sex by daddy's magical member. You writhe and spasm the little that you can while daddy shows you what your young body is capable of.
"OhmyGAAWD! FUCK - me - dah - dee... AUUGHhnn..."
You can't tell if you're still not done with your second one or if a third came right on top of it, or even if this is number four, but your brain is awash with chemicals as your climax overpowers all other thoughts. You can feel all eyes on you as you convulse like a little cum machine, but you've given yourself over to your orgasm so completely that you can't feel the least bit of shame anymore.
Moaning with your eyes closed, you could swear you were purring. You feel dizzy, drunk even, and can only visualize daddy's horse sized cock thrashing your insides, tearing you asunder. You realize you're drooling onto the table, perhaps minutes later, when someone pulls your head back by your ponytail and your spit runs down your chin from your open mouth.
"Are you listening?"
You didn't hear anyone say anything. All that comes to mind is how much stiffer your nipples are now that someone is pulling your hair. You stare with glazed over eyes as you draw heavy breaths.
"Stop kicking your father! Don't think I won't tie your legs down! How much juice did you drink, anyway?"
Your daddy is still fucking away, and you re-experience the visceral sensations of his thick cock stretching your slick labia and pistoning into you as you seemingly regain consciousness. But then you notice one of your heels is dug into his thigh. You slowly relax your leg, dropping your foot down, but before you can lower your crooked splayed out leg any further, daddy shifts one of his hands to grab onto it. He holds your leg up and out to the side, apparently enjoying this angle, and speeds up a little. Moments later his fingers dig into your flesh as you feel a gush deep inside you that isn't yours.
"Ooohh yaaaassss..."
Your siblings gasp as Daddy floods you with his semen, coating your tender walls with each thrust before bottoming out with a dramatic smack and bursting into your womb with his seed. You jerk and shake along with your daddy while he drains his balls, one spasm at a time, into your trembling teenage body.
"Oh James," scolds mom. "You could've held out a bit longer, couldn't you?"
"Sorry honey. That was just... the right spot," he shares, panting, still inside you.
"Well you're no use anymore. Can you at least flip her over before you fall over?"
Leaning down to one side, your dad grabs the backs of your knees and wheels your legs out and up into the air, spinning you in place as your pussy rotates around his dick. Your body is forced to follow and, after you flop onto your back, daddy wraps his arms around your skyward legs and presses into you with his hips to push you a little further onto the table, just barely scooching your butt past the edge. Your brother picks up the slack on your rope rather promptly and then it's like the kitchen island all over again as you stare up at the ceiling, but now you're filled with your father's cum.
Dawn, now sat beside you, blatantly pans her phone down your body as daddy slowly backs out his dick. You can feel the spunk inside you chase out his slightly softened member and you're certain it's all going to surge past your lips the moment he gets out of the way. But although some of his semen does manage to flow out past your lips and trickle down between your bum cheeks, most of it stays trapped inside you. Laying on your back with your legs in the air probably helps with that.
"I'm done..." you pant, so thankful daddy finally came.
"Oh you're not done yet!" warns mommy. "I know what done looks like. You're not even in the deep end."
"That wasn't deep?!" you exclaim.
"Not what I meant sweetie." Mom, having taken daddy's place, pushes your legs toward your head. You bend your knees and part your thighs, sobbing and whining as mommy dips a finger inside your tight messy entrance. "Does this feel good?"
You stare down at her as she wiggles about just past your lips. You refuse to acknowledge her. She pulls out her finger and holds it up for you, now slick and slimy, coated in cum. Placing her digit down at the top of your slit, she turns your whine into a moan as she spreads your father's spunk across your delicate folds then rubs it into your clit.
"How about now?"
You close your eyes just so you don't have to look at her smug smile, then nod your head.
"Good. Dawn? Come help your sister."
Dawn immediately sets her phone down. "What?! Ew! No!"
"Listen to your mother!" calls out dad from the other room.
"But she's all full of... no way! Make Zack do it."
Mom scowls at Dawn. "Zack is already doing your job. Besides, I think Kimmy could use a change of pace."
"Then you do it," snaps Dawn.
"You don't think I will?!" chuckles mom, twirling her glistening finger in the air before fiddling with your clit some more. "Once I'm done my coffee, maybe. But she's in the perfect spot for you. Even after all that with your father she still wants it, so it shouldn't take you long. When she doesn't want it, well..." mom trails off with a smirk. "But who better to show her some tender love and affection than her big sister? It could be a great bonding experience!"
"Says you," mutters your sis under her breath.
"I'm not really giving you a choice Dawn," threatens mom. Then she pauses. "But you know what I'll do? I'll give the choice to Kimmy. Sweetie? Would you like it if your sister gave you your next orgasm or should mommy take care of this one?"