And You're Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 04

While standing there staring at John sleeping, Violet felt her breasts and fingered her nipples through her nightgown. If only he'd awaken, with the moonlight illuminating her as much as it illuminated him, she wanted him to watch her touching herself. As if she was standing in front of him naked, getting the not so subtle hint, he'd see her touching herself while staring at his exposed prick. With her sexy nightgown so short, so sheer, and so low-cut, she knew she was giving him an exhibitionistic show of her sexy and shapely, nearly, naked, and beautiful, black body.

If only he'd awaken, as if she was a stripper on stage, she knew he'd be able to see through her nearly, transparent nightgown. If only he'd awaken, as if she was standing in front of the open door of the refrigerator with the kitchen light off, she knew he'd be seeing all of her as if she was naked. In the way that she was seeing his naked prick, she wanted him to see her naked, black ass, her big, nearly, naked, black tits, and her nearly, naked, black, trimmed pussy.

'Look at me, Daddy. Look at me,' she thought while tempted to strip off her nightgown. 'I want you. I want to stroke you. I want to suck you. I want to fuck you, Daddy. Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck your son's wife. Give me your baby,' she thought while reaching beneath her nightgown to finger her wet pussy while still turning, twisting, and pulling her erect nipples through her nightgown.

Yet, not wanting him to only see her naked, she wanted him to sexually want her as much as she sexually wanted him. She wanted him to touch her and feel her while kissing her as much as she wanted to touch him and feel him while kissing him. She wanted him to want to give her sex as much as she wanted him to give me sex. She wanted him to give her sex as much as she wanted to give him sex. She wanted him to give her a baby as much as she wanted him to give her a baby.

Missing a man's touch and horny for sex, if she could no longer have sex with her husband, his son, Michael, she was ready to have sex with his father, her father-in-law, John. Ready to sexually seduce him, she wore her sexiest nightgown from her recent Honeymoon. Short, sheer, and low-cut, and revealing every sexy and shapely curve of her nearly, naked, black body, it left absolutely nothing to the imagination. With her making the first, sexual move by flashing him her nearly naked ass, tits, and naked pussy by wearing such a revealing nightgown, she needed him to make the next, sexual move.

In the way that her husband had sex with his mother was considered incest, she wondered if having sex with her father-in-law was considered incest too. Even though they weren't blood related, she was temporarily living in his house. If sex with her husband's father was considered anything, with her living under the same roof, it would be considered incestuous. After the illicit, sexual affair her husband had with his mother, she was okay with having sex with her father-in-law should he want to have sex with her.

'Fuck me, Daddy. Cum in my cunt,' she thought while continuing to touch herself. 'After you fuck me and cum in my cunt, I'll blow you. I'll suck your cock. I'll stroke you hard enough and faster enough while deep throating you for you to cum in my mouth,' she thought while continuing to finger her erect nipples.

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He had such a big bed; obviously, a king-sized bed and she had a full-sized bed that she shared with her husband before he died. The bright moonlight illuminated him enough for her to see all that she wanted to see of John's prick. Speaking of big, something that sexually aroused her to see, in the way that her husband had a big dick, she now knew that his father had a big dick too. She wondered what it looked like when fully erected. She wondered what it felt like in her hand, tasted like in her mouth, and felt like in her pussy.

The sight of his naked cock made her so horny. Something she had imagined seeing only when masturbating herself, she couldn't believe she was seeing her father-in-law's prick now. As if she was a lecherous pervert, in way that her husband must have stared at his mother the first time seeing her naked, she stared at her father-in-law's naked cock. In the way that he continued staring at all that he could see of her naked breasts, she stared at all that I could see of his naked prick.

Shamefully decadent, she imagined fondling his prick while slowly stroking his prick. She imagined blowing her father-in-law in the way that she enjoyed sucking his son. Then, unable to remove the image of her father-in-law's naked prick in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy from her mind, she remembered reading about her husband eating his mother's pussy. She'd love nothing more than for her FILF of a father-in-law to finger her pussy while licking her pussy before fucking her pussy.

Again, unable to remove the image of her husband having sex with his mother from her mind, she couldn't help but think of her husband fingering his mother's cunt while licking his mother's cunt. She couldn't help but think of Michael making love to his mother. She couldn't help but think of her husband fucking his mother and his mother fucking her son. She couldn't help but think of her mother-in-law sucking her son's prick before tragically biting off his cock as their call went over the cliff.

After all the sex her husband had with his mother, she didn't think they're be anything wrong if she asked his father if she could innocently sleep with him. What's wrong with that? Not having sex, they'd just sleep together in the same bed. Not having sex, she'd allow him to hold her and hug her while comforting her. While hoping he'd feel her big tits and finger her nipples, she'd even allow him to spoon her. While hoping he'd allow her to hold his big, naked prick in her hand and fondle his big naked prick with her fingers, she'd spoon him too.

Starting out slow, perhaps, something sexual would lead from her sleeping in the same bed with her father-in-law. Starting out slow, perhaps, he'd feel her breasts through her nightgown while spooning her and while she pretended being asleep. Starting out slow, perhaps, he'd touch her and feel her everywhere while she continued pretending to sleep. Starting out slow, perhaps, she'd hold his penis in her hand while he slept and while spooning him. Starting off slow, maybe they'd have incestuous sex. After all, they were both feeling the same pain. Obviously with his pain worse than her pain, he lost his wife and his son, and she lost her husband.

Forget about having sex, even if they didn't have sex, she needed the comfort of a man holding her. Even if they didn't have sex, she wouldn't mind him touching her and feeling her in her sleep everywhere a father-in-law should never touch and feel his daughter-in-law. Even if they didn't have sex, she wouldn't mind touching him and feeling him in his sleep everywhere a daughter-in-law should never touch and feel her father-in-law.

'God, I'm so horny. I'm so sexually frustrated,' she thought while continuing to stare at her father-in-law's naked prick.

Then, suddenly awakening, John saw her standing in the doorway of his bedroom door. He looked at her as if he was dreaming her or sexually fantasizing her. He saw her staring at his exposed, naked prick. While she continued staring at his cock, he watched her fondling her breasts and fingering her nipples through her nightgown.

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"Is there something wrong, Violet," he said turning to her and sitting up in bed?

His flaccid prick was still out of his pajama bottoms but, no longer flaccid, his cock was semi-erect. Obviously, him seeing her touching her nearly, naked body in the moonlight through her sheer and sexy nightgown had sexually excited him. Obviously, the sight of her nearly, naked ass, tits, and pussy had given him an erection.

A spectacular sight to see, she watched her father-in-law's prick grow bigger and harder. She wondered if he knew his cock was exposed. How could he not know his stiff prick was exposed? In the way that she had deliberately flashed him before when sitting across from him in the living room and when cuddling with him on the couch, she wondered if he was deliberately flashing her his naked prick now.

"What's wrong," he asked again when she didn't respond?

For her to startle him awake, he must have felt the heat of her stare. Maybe he was dreaming about her naked and having sex with her. He must have known she was standing there watching him sleeping while touching herself and staring at his naked prick. She was so tired, so very tired. Yet, she was so horny and so very sexually frustrated. She was as lonely and sexually frustrated as she was tired and sexually excited. As much as she needed sex, she needed sleep. Sex was what she needed to sleep.

Never had she been as tired, lonely, sexually frustrated, and horny, albeit sexually aroused, as she was now. She needed sleep but she couldn't sleep alone in her room. As if the room was suddenly haunted and had come alive with ghosts, she could feel her dead husband, Michael, and her dead mother-in-law, Diana's, presence. As if he was there watching her sexually teasing his father, she felt the spirit of her dead husband. As if she was there judging her for trying to sexually seduce her husband, she felt the spirit of her dead mother-in-law.

Needing sex to relax me, she couldn't sleep without having sex first. She needed John to hold her while kissing her and touching her everywhere. She needed to make out with her father-in-law while touching him everywhere. As much as she needed to suck him, she needed him to fuck her.

"I know it's a lot to ask of you and I'm sorry for putting you in his awkwardly embarrassing position but," she said pausing while staring at him and at his naked and now erect cock.

He looked at her with concern mixed with curiosity.

"What? What did you want to ask me?" He looked at her with compassion. "Don't be afraid. You may ask me anything, Violet. There's nothing that I wouldn't do for my son's widow," he said.

As soon as he said that there's nothing that he wouldn't do for his son's widow, she wondered if he'd give her sex. As soon as he said that there's nothing he wouldn't do for his son's widow, she wondered if he'd give her multiple orgasms with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock. Instead of asking him for sex, she asked him her seemingly innocent question that wasn't as innocent as she made him believe.

"I can't sleep. I'm afraid. I feel as I my room is haunted," she said pausing while staring at him and at his erect, naked prick again. As if she was his fearful daughter afraid of the dark, she asked him her next, leading question. "May I sleep with you?"

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With his stiff prick still out of his pajama bottoms and growing bigger and harder, John moved more to his side of the bed and patted her side of the bed with his hand.

"Of course, you may sleep with me," he said.

A much older man sleeping with a much younger woman, she wondered if he was as sexually excited as she was sexually excited. A much younger woman sleeping with a much older man, she suddenly felt safe. She felt as if he could protect her where her husband could not. Seemingly, torn between the two women, Michael forbiddingly loved his mother as much as he loved her.

A white man sleeping with a mix-race, black woman, she wondered if he was as sexually curious about her as she was about him. Other than whores, hookers, and prostitutes that he talked to his son about when he was in the Navy, she wondered if he had ever had sex with a beautiful, black woman before. He wondered if he was sexually excited or guilty for sleeping in the same bed as his son's wife. In the way that she was making a move on him, she wondered if he'd finally make a move on her.

'This is. There's no turning back now,' she thought. 'I'm going to sleep with my father-in-law. Even if I have to force him to have sex with me, I'm going to have sex with him. I'm going to put my hand on his cock before putting my mouth on his prick. Then, if he won't mount me, I'll mount him. If he won't make love to me and fuck me, I'll make love to him and fuck him,' she thought determined to have her sexual way with her father-in-law.

She wondered if he knew his prick was out of his pajama bottom, pee hole. She wondered if he knew his cock was exposed. She wondered if he knew he had an erection. She wondered if he was deliberately flashing her his stiff prick in the way that she had been deliberately flashed him her big, naked tits and glistening, wet, black, trimmed pussy. She wondered if he hoped that she'd touch him, stroke him, and suck him, in the way that she wished he'd touch her, masturbate her, and make love to her before fucking her.

Then, when she climbed in bed beside him, she flashed him her naked pussy yet again. Nearly lifting her nightgown all the way up to her waist, she deliberately lifted her nightgown higher than she needed to lift it to get in bed and high enough to flash him her naked cunt. Then, leaning on her hands and knees while getting into bed, with her horny mouth only inches from his exposed prick, she gave him a down nightgown view of her naked breasts.

Now, in the way that his erect cock was exposed to her, her naked, wet pussy and big, naked breasts were exposed to him too. Yet, unless he was standing by the foot of the bed, he couldn't see her naked cunt. Unless he was leaning over her, he couldn't see her naked tits. While hoping that he'd strip her naked, she couldn't wait for him to remove her nightgown.

Nonetheless, in the way that his cock was now sticking straight out of his pajama pee hole, the hem of her nightgown rested above her pubic hair. In the way that his genitals were exposed, her genitals were exposed too. If he looked down at her in the way that she looked down at him, he'd see her naked pussy in the way that she could see his naked cock.

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As soon as she cuddled up beside him, in the way he put his arm around her when they were cuddling on the couch, he put his arm around her again when they were lying in bed. With her nightgown bunched up over my hips, if he dared rest his hand on her hips in the way that he did on the couch, he'd feel her naked, black ass. Proud of her firm and shapely, black ass, she wanted him to touch her naked ass. She wanted him to feel her naked ass. She wanted him to squeeze her naked ass.

'Touch me, Daddy. Feel my naked ass,' she thought as if psychically wishing him to touch her, feel her, and have sex with her nearly, naked body. 'Finger my nipples before fingering my cunt. I'm so wet for you, Daddy,' she thought.

Then, as soon as he put his arm around her and squeezed her, as if on command or by remote control, the top of her nightgown fell open in bed in the way that it fell open on the couch. If it wasn't enough that her naked ass and naked pussy were totally exposed to him, now her naked breasts were totally exposed to him too. With her feeling like such a whore, she couldn't believe she was flashing her father-in-law her nearly, naked body. With her feeling like such a whore instead of being the uptight bitch that she used to be, she suddenly felt free.

Now, she understood the mistakes that she made with Michael. If she hadn't been such a controlling bitch, perhaps, he never would have continued having sex with his mother. With there nothing that she could have done about their forbidden, sexual relationship before they met, perhaps, Michael wouldn't have felt the need to continue to have sex with his mother had she been nicer to him. The mistakes that she made with her husband, she planned to correct with his father.

Even more exposed than she was before, and in the way that she had a continual view of his erect, naked prick, he had a continual down-nightgown view of her big, naked breasts. It made her so wet knowing that her tits and pussy were exposed to her father-in-law. Becoming even more sexually aroused, now that he was seeing all that he should never see of his son's widow, she wondered if he'd summon the sexual courage to touch her and feel her. Now that she was seeing all that she should never see of her deceased husband's father, she was ready to have sex with him.

Then, when he turned a little towards her and she turned a little towards him, in the way that her nearly naked breasts were pressed against his chest, his naked cock was pressed against the back of her hand. Her father-in-law's erect, naked prick was resting against the back of her horny hand. She couldn't believe her father-in-law's naked prick was pressed up against her. Did he know that his stiff prick was squished against the back of her hand? Did she dare turn her hand the other way to touch his erect prick with her fingers?

In the way that she wished he'd touch her, feel here, and fondle her, she so wanted to turn her hand to touch him, feel him, and fondle him. As if she owned her father-in-law's cock in the way that her husband obviously owned his mother's pussy, Violet so wanted to hold John's stiff prick in her hand. She so wanted to fondle the head of his cock with her fingertips while stroking him. In the way that she had blown her husband so very many times, she so wanted to blow his father.

While gently massaging her back, when he moved his hand lower, he touched her naked ass. As if surprised that her nightgown was up around my hips, as if he had just burned his hand from the heat of her naked body, he moved his hand away before moving it back again. Now, in the way he was massaging her back, he massaged her naked ass. Her husband's father was groping her naked ass while squeezing her naked ass. If she wasn't horny enough before, she was even hornier now.

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Unable to control herself, when she moved closer to him and moved more towards him to get more comfortable, she deliberately turned her hand the other way. Now, with his cock practically in the palm of her hand, she needed only to wrap her fingers around him. Now, that she moved closer to him, his hand dangled down from her shoulder. In the way that she wanted to play with his cock, when not feeling her naked ass, he touched and felt the tops of her meaty breasts with his fingertips.

In the way that she so wanted to feel his prick, she so wanted him to feel her tits. In the way that she so wanted to fondle his cock, she so wanted him to finger her nipples. Then, when he moved his arm lower and rested his hand on her nightgown clad breast, taking that as her not so subtle sign, she ever so lightly touched the side of his naked prick with her fingertips. In the sexual way that her father-in-law was sexually touching her, she was sexually touching him.

When he didn't pull away from her touching him, as if buttoning a button, she fondled the head of his cock with her fingertips. Then, when he still didn't stop her from touching his naked prick, again, taking that as her not so subtle sign, she wrapped her fingers around his stiff prick. In the way that her father-in-law was holding her breasts in the palm of his hand while gently feeling her breasts through her nightgown, Violet was holding his cock and fondling the head of his naked prick.

'Oh, my God,' she thought. 'This is it. This is really it. I don't believe this. I'm about to have incestuous sex with my father-in-law.'

As soon as he held her breast in his hand, he had an even bigger and harder erection. His stiff prick pulsated in throbbed in her soft and warm hand. As if his cock was breakable, she slowly and gently stroked him. As soon as she stroked him, he squeezed her breasts and fingered nipples, first one and then the other.

She only wished he'd masturbate her in the way that she was masturbating him. Yet, as soon as she thought that, he did that. Something she imagined him doing when masturbating herself, her father-in-law was doing now. He cupped her naked cunt before fingering her glistening wet, black pussy. He masturbated her in the way that her husband had masturbated his mother.