No Time For Homework

It was a dewy Saturday morning, the kind of which left you with tons of time on your hands, but not much to do with that time. Brent looked out over his backyard while sipping a coffee, mulling over in his head some things that had recently been plaguing his thoughts. His hand slipped down to his pajama pants as he thought of those things, resting on the rising bulge in his pants. Slowly he rubbed his fingers up and down that hard place, thinking dirtier and dirtier thoughts. His thoughts were broken by the sound of his wife and child, Samantha, talking at the head of the stairs. Brent ceased to rub his hardness, but pushed himself more under the table, lucky in that the table cloth reached so low. The footsteps of his child went first down the stairs, followed by his wife Kaye, who looked tired and annoyed that she had to work on a Saturday.

His wife smiled at him as his little darling daughter rushed over to hug him good morning. Brent enjoyed hugging his daughter more so today than usual because of the extra length of him hidden under the table. His eyes closed as he smelled the fresh sweetness of her hair, and his grip got a little tighter, as his thoughts delved into the dirtier ones from a few minutes ago. He wanted to take this little thing in his arms and push something inside of her, make her want it—

"Geez, daddy, let me go! I'm not going anywhere!" His reverie was broken by the scolding words in jest by his daughter. His wife laughed and winked at Brent, shaking her finger at him as she turned towards to stove and making breakfast.

"Hon, I'm just gonna make something quick today, because I have so much to do at the office, and I also have errands to run, groceries to get, blah blah blah," said Kaye.

She looked a bit frustrated as she cooked the eggs, talking to Brent about things that he should get done today in the yard. Brent was hardly listening, he was looking over at his daughter, who sat at the table with a magazine. Samantha didn't notice as his eyes roved over her body, taking in her lush breasts, such the right size, firm and youthful. Nor did she see as Brent looked at her face, oh those lips, picturing them wrapped around something hard and long, those lips wet as he hungrily—

"One egg or two, babe?" His wife called. Brent muttered hoarsely, her question again breaking him out of some very dirty thoughts. He was so hard that all he wanted to do was beat off there, even if it was under the table, not caring that it was in front of everybody. With thoughts of what he hoped to do later, he made it through breakfast, all the while watching as little glibs of egg fell from his daughter's fork to her chest, watching her touch her chest and with her fingers suck that food from them with her red lips.

Finally, Kaye pushed her chair back, pecking him on the cheek, and again telling him to get some work done at home. She reminded him that it would be a late night today, and not to worry. He smiled and nodded, his one hand going under the table to squeeze his crotch, unnoticed by his wife. When he heard the car pull out of the driveway, he looked back over to his little innocent daughter.

"So Sam, have any plans today?" He asked. "No not really, I was just going to stay home and do homework or something," Sam replied, with a tiny frown. She was finishing highschool, and starting to look at colleges, as normal eighteen year old girls do.

"What! Homework on the weekend! I won't allow it," Brent exclaimed, with a friendly smile. His daughter giggled, snapping the magazine shut and leaning her head on her arm.

"Well, you seem like you have plans on your mind! I thought I heard mom tell you that you had yard work to do. Ha ha," she jibed.

Brent smiled, his smile getting wider, as he openly looked at her breasts, his hand again rubbing himself under the table. "Ohhh, no. Mom won't be home for a long time…a long, long….time today. I have an idea, how bout we put in a movie, and watch it like old times?"

Samantha rolled her eyes, only jokingly so, and agreed, but only if she could pick the movie. Brent compromised, saying only if he could pick the second movie. Samantha giggled, skipping out of the kitchen, her tight little ass rolling from side to side as she got on her hands and knees, looking under the TV for the movie she wanted to watch. Her father groaned, seeing her in that position. He had only a few minutes ago finally gotten his hard cock to calm down, but he felt it twitch in his sweatpants. He didn't want to spoil what he had planned, so he looked away.

Brent sat down on the couch, noticing that she had picked one of the many teenie flicks that were out there these days. Samantha bounced over and sat next to him, leaning against his side, her firm chest rubbing against his arm. The movie played on, and Brent was more and more looking at his daughter. She was so hot, her long legs smooth and nicely tanned. He wondered if she were smooth elsewhere. He looked up to her face and saw how her lower lip hung open, as she watched the movie, looking so wet and also looking like it needed to be sucked. Brent hid a smile, he could think of other things that needed to be sucked too.

The movie reached a scene where some teen Hollywood celeb was having sex with her boyfriend. He saw that Samantha had an enrapt face, her breathing getting a little shallower. Brent decided it would be a good time to start what he had wanted to start for so many years, as he watched her body get more and more womanly.

His hand moved over until it was on his own leg, an inch away from his penis, which was getting harder and harder in his sweatpants. Soon he had a little tent going. The fact that he was so near his daughter, even touching her arm, made Brent feel dirty and very turned on. His hand started to slowly rub the bulge in his pants, very discreetly, but noticeably enough for Samantha to see. The boyfriend in the movie was on top of the girl, going at it like no tomorrow. Samantha looked out of the corner of her eye to see if her dad was mad at her for watching such movies, and noticed his hand caressing his very large bulge in his pants.

She sucked in a little breath, surprised, but even more so than surprised, curious. Brent noticed she was looking, and pretending that he didn't see her watching, grabbed his cock through his sweatpants, letting the long thick shaft be easier seen. He rubbed it up and down this way, slowly looking over at his daughter, who had her eyes glued to what he was doing.

"Do you like what you see, Sam?" Brent whispered. "Do you know what your daddy is doing?" His other hand reached down between his legs and rubbed at his balls, the soft flannel inside of the sweatpants feeling so good.

Sam took a few seconds to reply, her mouth hanging even more open, the movie suddenly forgotten. "You're…you're making your penis get hard."

Brent held his hand still, and moved his hips so that the covered hard cock moved in and out of his grip easily. "Close baby, Daddy is already very hard. Right now, I'm stroking it's hardness. And it feels….so…good. What does that make you think, Sam?"

Sam was breathing heavier, surprised that she would ever see her daddy do this, or even hear such dirty things come out of his mouth. Oddly, it was doing something to her, but she didn't exactly know what.

"I don't know Daddy, I've never seen one before."

"Do you want to touch it Sam? Do you want to learn what you can do to it?"

Samantha looked nervous, knowing deep down this was probably considered a bad thing, to actually be in this situation was bad enough, but she didn't want to leave. She was so curious to see what all the guys at school were always talking about.

"Daddy, I…," Samantha didn't finish, her daddy had stopped rubbing his hardness and had moved a big strong hand over to her breast, his breath long and hard, as he touched something he had wanted to feel for so long. His fingers massaged into the firm flesh, Sam's t shirt, so thin that he could feel her nipple hardening under her palm. He rubbed his palm over her nipple, sending burning hot and cold sensations through Sam's body.

"Has any boy ever touched you like this, little baby?" Brent squeezed and released her breast, his other hand moving Samantha so she was facing him on the couch. He used his other hand on her tit, massaging and pulling at her succulent little breasts, just big enough for a hand full. He tweaked at her nipple, looking at her face to see the affect.

"No Daddy, not like..uhhmmm..not like that. They were always so hard and brutal when they did it. This….this feels…" Samantha had her eyes closed, not noticing that she was moving her torso to meet her daddy's searching hands.

"It feels good, doesn't it, baby? It's getting my little girl hot….it's getting Daddy very hot too."

Brent pushed his daughter back on the couch, his heavier body holding her down. Samantha looked up at him, a bit frightened, but still trusting that her father could do no harm. She watched as he pushed her legs open, her little tiny boxer shorts cleaving between her pussy lips. He lowered himself between her legs.

"Daddy is going to show you what he wants to do to you, honey, Daddy is going to …to show you," Brent groaned as he spoke, moving his body against Samantha's, his hard cock encased in his sweatpants. He was rubbing it between her legs, mock simulating sex, moving slowly, so that she felt him against her pussy. Hot air was breathed into her face, her daddy's eyes piercing into her own. Samantha's eyes fluttered a bit, feeling some affect of a rubbing between her legs. She felt a hot boiling heat building up between her legs, getting bigger, closer and then closer to bursting. Suddenly her father stopped his slow movements.

"Oh Daddy is going to cum in his pants if he doesn't stop what he is doing to you. Mmm, I bet my little daughter liked that." He slipped his hand between her legs, making Samantha gasp, as he felt over the crotch of her shorts.

"Ah, I know my daughter liked that," Brent uttered. He sat back on the couch, spreading his own legs a little. He looked at Samantha, who had leaned onto her knees on the couch with a dazed expression on her face. Samantha's father took her little hand and put it over his hard crotch, rubbing it up and down the shaft. He was so turned on that his cock jumped slightly in his pants, as he felt his daughter's hand there for the first time.

"This is my big, thick, veiny cock, daughter. Soon you are going to feel its flesh, but I want you to tease me first…I want you to rub it through my pants, so get between my legs."

He was not so surprised to see Samantha obey. Brent figured she wanted that feeling he gave her earlier again, and would do anything for it. She leaned forward with her hand out, but Brent grabbed her head between his hands, pushing her face down on his crotch, rubbing that hardness in his pants all over her face. He gyrated his hips, humping hard at her face, hearing his daughter gasp.

"You like that don't you? Daddy's hardness feels good on your face. It will feel even better when it's hot and hard on your face. I want you to touch between your legs…rub that little pussy."

Brent thrust away at her, being careful not to cum yet, having other plans for where his come should go. He saw her make no movements, and gave a little growl.

"Do it. I've seen you play with your pussy before. That's right, Daddy has been watching you at night. I see you moving under your sheets and making all those little, hot noises. Do it, baby daughter!"

Samantha moaned, her fingers trailing down her stomach inside her pants. Her body jumped, moved, as her fingers found her sweet little clit. Brent slowed down, watching her, just rubbing enough on her face to let her feel the hardness.

"You haven't said much daughter. Does it feel good? Do you like Daddy like this?"

"Yes Daddy."

"Say Daddy I like how it feels."

"D-Daddy I like how it feels."

"Say it makes me so hot and dirty."

"Oh God….it makes me so hot and dirty, Daddy."

Brent stopped long enough to push his sweatpants off down to his ankles. His hard cock lay heatedly against his stomach. Samantha moaned, crawling up on the couch next to him. Her daddy's cock was thick, pulsating, dribbling a little precum.

"Take your shirt off baby, but leave those little sexy pajama shorts on," Brent ordered. She did so, letting Brent see her tits, the nipples hard like tiny pebbles. Her father moaned, his hand working up and down his cock, pulling it fast, stroking it. He took her head and pushed it down in his crotch, making her face wet with his precum.

"Lick it baby, lick your first cock. Daddy has the first cock you're going to lick. Come on baby, ohhhhhhhhh fuck yes, that's rrriiiiight."

Samantha complied, licking the stickiness off her father's thick cock, feeling the veins under her soft tongue. She leaned down and lapped at his heavy balls, one of her hands reaching down to scoop them into her palm. The tips of her fingers pressed against Brent's ass, rubbing with her daddy's slight thrusting movements.

Brent had moved his hand over to between his daughter's legs, pressing and rubbing until she was wet through her tiny shorts. She was so slick and hot down there that her daddy's fingers had no trouble picking up a rhythm. Samantha was moving her hips now, getting more and more excited, her moans vibrating on her daddy's cock, as he prodded her mouth open with his short, upward thrusts.

"Ohhhh yeah, that's it daughter, Daddy can feel his cum burning in his balls, and it's going to spray all down your throat. Good daughter…that's my little Sam, fuck my cock with your mouth. Fuck it, ohh, fuck it!"

Brent was moving with quick small up and down movements, his cock pushing up into Sam's mouth. Her whole body was shaking, and she was moaning uncontrollably. Brent pushed hard against her clit, an act that caused his daughter to cum. Wetness seeped through the bottom of his daughter's shorts. Samantha gave a loud, muffled moan, her lips still tight around her father's rigidly thick shaft.

He gave a few more hard deep thrusts into her mouth, amazed at how high he could get his hips off the couch, and started spurting down his daughter's throat. Brent squeezed his eyes shut, his mouth wide open, teeth bared, as he felt the tightness of his balls release into his own daughter's mouth. Samantha sucked at him still, swallowing, Brent feeling these actions against his cock head and shaft, causing his balls to spurt one last shot of his liquid cum down her throat.

Samantha moved to let her daddy's cock out of her mouth, but Brent held her down there. "Let it get soft in your mouth, my little fuck daughter. Yeaaah, that's it, I want all that cum inside of you, coating your throat."

His cock softened, but was still semi-hard. She felt herself being pulled over onto her father, so that she sat on that still powerful cock. Brent licked at her tits, his tongue rasping their softness with hard tugs.

"Oh God, Daddy…that feels so good."

"I knew you would like it, baby, and I have so much more to show you."

Samantha smiled, "If you make me feel anything like just a bit ago, I'll let you." She licked at her lips, which were coated with her daddy's cum.

"I'm going to kiss you baby, because my cock has been in your mouth, and I want my tongue in there too," Her father said. He licked at her lips, then thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, tasting his own cum, until he was delirious with the taste. His daughter's tongue felt so soft against his own. He let her get excited and hot again.

"You know baby, this has to be our little secret….I don't think Mommy would like it."

Samantha smiled again, a bit wickedly, "Yes Daddy. Didn't Mommy say she wouldn't be home until way later?"