Family Roleplay Fantasy

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Her father sat in his usual place on the couch, reading the goddamn newspaper as he always did, just about as boring a man as could be. Oh, Susan figured he was nice looking enough, for an older man, but he was just too dull to be believed.

She thought for one last time if this scheme was going to be worth it. Did she really hate that fuckin’ frigid piece of shit he’d married after her mother left them enough to do what she had planned? Was the freedom to do as she pleased, stay out as late as she wanted, and not have to answer to anyone that important to her?

Yes, yes she did and yes it was. With any luck, it would result in the bitch leaving and then little Susan could go back to living life the way she wanted to while Daddy failed to notice a goddamned thing and Daddy could stay boring and if every so often there had to be a repeat performance of this evening, well, it wouldn’t be any worse than some things she’d already put up with.

She unbuttoned one more button on her blouse and bounced into the family room.

“Hi, Daddy,” she said as she quickly crossed the room and knocked his paper away. She ‘accidentally’ flipped up the skirt of her school uniform to reveal she had on no panties, sat down on her father’s lap and leaned back into his shoulder so he could get a good look at her braless tits through the mostly open school blouse as she ground her naked cunt down onto his lap.

“Susan, uh, what are you… uh, how was school… um, where’s your mother?”

“Who knows where Mother is but Step-Monster is out and won’t be back for hours, Daddy, that’s why I wanted to talk to you when we had some alone time.”

Ed’s heart was racing as he stared down, spellbound by the sight of his eighteen-year-old daughter’s tits, flowing freely in her blouse. He was pretty sure she wasn’t wearing any underwear and that was disturbing him as well. His cock was responding and that was just wrong.

Susan swung around and knelt on the couch, one leg on either side of her Daddy’s hips. She settled in and was delighted to feel his cock growing inside his pants. Putting her arms on either side of his head, trapping him, she leaned in, licking her lips.

“Daddy, I think you need to get rid of the Step-Monster.”

“How dare you talk like about your step-mons- I mean, step-mother, like that,” he spluttered, clearly still flustered by the sexual assault on his senses she was mounting.

“I dare because I care, Daddy. You know, your bedroom and mine share a wall. I hear everything or rather, I hear nothing,” she said, her lips in a pout. “When was the last time you and the Step-Monster” she leaned in close to his ear and whispered “fucked, Daddy?” She stayed close to his ear, not touching, but just barely missing it. “When was the last time she let you into the Ice Palace? Was it this year? Was it last year? Hell, Daddy, would you know what her pussy looked like if you saw it in the light?”

Ed couldn’t believe what he was hearing, the words she was using. He started to open his mouth to protest and she grabbed his head, drew his lips to hers and rammed her tongue down his throat. His mouth and his tongue reacted as he wrapped his arms around the sexy young woman on his lap, but she was his daughter and this was so wrong and he tried to push her away but she kept pulsing her tongue into his mouth.

Susan started rocking her hips back and forth, dragging her cunt over her Daddy’s growing erection. She was surprised. Before he’d pulled back, there was some fire in the old man’s kiss. This might not be such a trial after all.

Ed got his wits about him a bit more and pushed her away. “Now Susan, you stop it!” he shouted. “Get off my lap and stop this foolishness.”

She leaned back away from his face and then slid off his lap.

“Or else what, Daddy, you’ll spank me?” She turned her back to him and bent down to her feet, revealing her panty-less ass and swollen cunt lips, her juices moistening her slit. “See Daddy, I’ll let you spank me if you want to. I’ll even let you see my pussy in the daylight.” She turned and lifted up the front of her skirt. “Hell, Daddy, if you want a taste you can see it up real close. And you can look at it for as long as you want to lick it.”

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