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Family Discovery 3 (inc, Mf mast)

 

Tomtoday: Hello. Want to chat?
tuffgrrl: I guess so.
Tomtoday: a/s/l?
tuffgrrl: 15, f, Alabama
Tomtoday: Aren't you young to be messing around in
this room?
tuffgrrl: No.
Tomtoday: Suit yourself.
tuffgrrl: How old are you?
Tomtoday: 32, male.
tuffgrrl: You're almost as old as my dad.
Tomtoday: How old is he?
tuffgrrl: 40
Tomtoday: You fuck him?
tuffgrrl: NO! Yuck.
Tomtoday: Sorry, but you are in family chat.
tuffgrrl: Yeah, ok.
Tomtoday: Do you have incest fantasies?
tuffgrrl: No. But I saw them. My parents.
Tomtoday: Saw them do what dear? What is your name?
tuffgrrl. Cynthia. Saw them having sex.
Tomtoday: Cynthia's not a name for a tough girl.
Tomtoday: That's hot. Did you like it?
tuffgrrl: I'm tough enough I guess.
Tomtoday: Did they know you were there?
tuffgrrl: I liked it. It was on tape though.
Tomtoday: How much did you like it?
tuffgrrl: I liked it. What do you mean.
Tomtoday: Did you play with yourself?

a couple of minutes passed

Tomtoday: You still there?
tuffgrrl: Yeah.
tuffgrrl: Just too personal. Maybe I should go.
Tomtoday: That's fine. No pressure from me. But I like
your story.
tuffgrrl: Do you do it?
Tomtoday: Do I play with myself? Yes.
tuffgrrl: How often?
Tomtoday: 3 or 4 times a week, depending.
tuffgrrl: Depending on what?
Tomtoday: On how often I get online.
tuffgrrl: You play with yourself online?
Tomtoday: Yes. I'm easily aroused by words, stories,
porn, whatever I find on the net.
tuffgrrl: You married?
Tomtoday: Yes.
tuffgrrl: Kids?
Tomtoday: Yes. Boy, 12.
tuffgrrl: You fuck him?
Tomtoday: No. Not interested.
tuffgrrl: But you're in this room.
Tomtoday: Fair enough. I'm straight though.
tuffgrrl: Wife know you're here?
Tomtoday: No. Parent's know you're here?
tuffgrrl: No.
Tomtoday: We both have secrets then.
tuffgrrl: My parents have secrets too. Only I know
what they are.
Tomtoday: Like that they tape themselves having sex?
tuffgrrl: Yes.
Tomtoday: How did you find the tape.
tuffgrrl. Looking around in their room. They weren't
home.
Tomtoday: and
tuffgrrl: And I put it in the vcr and played with
myself.
Tomtoday: See that wasn't so bad.
tuffgrrl: No. Guess it's ok since you don't know me.
Tomtoday: That's right, it lets you be more open here.
tuffgrrl: What do you mean?
Tomtoday: I would never ask a normal 15 year old girl
if she fucked her father in the first 10 minutes of
conversation.
tuffgrrl: Suppose that's true. And I wouldn't admit
all this stuff either.
Tomtoday: So after you watched your parents fuck on
tape, what did you do about it.
tuffgrrl: The first time they were just playing with
themselves. Then I watched the other tape.
Tomtoday: It was more explicit?
tuffgrrl: Yeah. It was several things taped. Not just
from one time.
Tomtoday: Sounds fun. Makes me horny to think about
it.
tuffgrrl: The first tape, I thought it was kind of
gross, y'know. I mean your parents and all.
Tomtoday: Are your parents good looking?
tuffgrrl: Yeah, I guess, but I dunno.
Tomtoday: What was on the second tape.
tuffgrrl. One was my mom sucking my dad, and then he
shot all over her.
Tomtoday: mmmm...
tuffgrrl: Then on another tape my dad did her from
behind, with both of them facing the camera.
Tomtoday: tell me more.
tuffgrrl: You like this? It sounds kind of boring now
that I'm describing it.
Tomtoday: Not at all. Was it boring to you?
tuffgrrl: No. I loved it.
Tomtoday. Want to know another secret?
tuffgrrl: Sure.
Tomtoday: I'm doing it now.
tuffgrrl: playing?
Tomtoday: Yes.
tuffgrrl: I'd like to watch somebody do that.
Tomtoday: You did, remember?
tuffgrrl: I mean for real. Not on tape.
Tomtoday: Who would you like to watch?
tuffgrrl: I dunno.
Tomtoday: I don't have a cam, or I'd let you watch me.
tuffgrrl: Me neither.
Tomtoday: Would you watch your dad?
tuffgrrl: Maybe. If he didn't know I was watching.
Tomtoday: What would you do if you caught him?
tuffgrrl: Nothing. Just watch.
Tomtoday: You wouldn't play with yourself.
tuffgrrl. I'd be too scared. He might hear me.
Tomtoday: You're loud?
tuffgrrl: Yeah, I guess. It's hard to stay calm.
Tomtoday. I know what you mean. How long have you been
masturbating?
tuffgrrl: Not long.
Tomtoday: orgasm?
tuffgrrl: ?
Tomtoday: Do you cum?
tuffgrrl: Yes. Don't you?
Tomtoday: Sure, but sometimes girls don't at first.
tuffgrrl. No prob for me.
Tomtoday: You use toys?
tuffgrrl: Yes.
tuffgrrl: I can't believe I'm telling you this stuff.
Tomtoday: No big deal. Who am I going to tell? What
kind of toys?
tuffgrrl: You still playing with yourself?
Tomtoday: Yes.
tuffgrrl: My mom's pink vibrator.
Tomtoday: That's so hot.
Tomtoday: Dad would like to see that.
tuffgrrl: You think?
Tomtoday: Of course. Who wouldn't
tuffgrrl: I'm not very big.
Tomtoday: You mean breasts? You're 15, you're not
supposed to.
tuffgrrl: Well, my mom has big ones.
Tomtoday: I like any size.
Tomtoday: Tell me how you look.
tuffgrrl: I dunno. Blond, 5'4" not fat, but not skinny
either.
Tomtoday: Eyes?
tuffgrrl: Brown.
Tomtoday: Really, with blonde hair I figured blue.
tuffgrrl: Nope, sort of blonde/brown hair.
Tomtoday: I c. Still sounds good to me.
Tomtoday: You can call me dad.
tuffgrrl: !
Tomtoday: You don't have to.
tuffgrrl: It's ok. I kind of like it.
Tomtoday: Good.
Tomtoday: Bet dad would like to see you.
tuffgrrl: I don't know. Maybe.
Tomtoday: Does he look at you?
tuffgrrl: Dunno. Once I think he did.
Tomtoday: Tell me about it.
tuffgrrl: I was in the shower.
Tomtoday: He was in the bathroom?
tuffgrrl: I don't think so, but when I got out, I
thought I saw something.
Tomtoday: Like what?
tuffgrrl: Like he maybe was standing with the door
open a crack.
Tomtoday: I bet he was.
tuffgrrl: That's sick.
Tomtoday: You've looked at him.
tuffgrrl: But that was on tape.
Tomtoday: If he was doing it and you could see, you
wouldn't watch him?
tuffgrrl: I guess.
Tomtoday: Do you like to think about it?
Tomtoday: You there?
tuffgrrl: Yeah. I'm just..
Tomtoday: What?
tuffgrrl: Doing like you.
Tomtoday: You're playing with yourself?
tuffgrrl: Y
Tomtoday: I wish I was your daddy.
tuffgrrl: OK
Tomtoday: Cynthia? What are you doing?
tuffgrrl: Nothing daddy.
Tomtoday: Are you playing with yourself Cynthia? Tell
me.
tuffgrrl: Yes daddy.
Tomtoday: Tell me what you're doing.
tuffgrrl: Just rubbing. Not touching under my panties,
just crossing my legs and squeezing.
Tomtoday: That's so hot. I'm leaking semen.
tuffgrrl: Like daddy.
Tomtoday: Yeah.
tuffgrrl. Sorry gotta go.
Tomtoday: What? Why?
tuffgrrl: bye

Tomtoday: Hello?
Tomtoday: Well, maybe we can talk again sometime.
Cynthia hadn't noticed the time until she heard her
parents coming in the front door. She knew that she
needed to be ready for them sometime between 7 and 8,
but it was 7:30 now and she shouldn't have even
started the chat with Tomtoday.

Now she looked around the room to double check that
everything was fairly normal. She logged out of chat,
closed her browser, and shut down her PC. Mentally she
was making sure everything else was put away. It was
at least the third time she had gone through the list
of things. "Vibrator? Check. All videos put back?
Check. Sofa checked for dampness and spots? Check.
Febreezed all rooms used for masturbation, just in
case? Check. Kitchen cleaned up? Check." She didn't
know why she was bothering. It was too late to do
anything about it now. Mom and Dad were already in the
house bringing their suitcase, items from shopping and
fast food trash in from the car.

Cynthia hadn't had as much fun this afternoon as she
would have liked, but she knew that if she didn't want
to get in deep trouble, she had to make the house look
nice and make it seem as if she had a fairly
uneventful weekend. Now it was time to put on her "it
was fine, but boring" face and greet the parents.

"Hey, how was your trip?" She asked as her parents
began unpacking their stuff. They looked a little
tired, but answered her back cheerfully.

"We had a good time hon, how about you?" Val answered.

Cynthia paused for a long minute before answering. She
had tried to think about her parents the way she would
have before the weekend. They were normal, boring
parents who went to work Monday through Friday, spent
the weekend gardening and taking naps and reading the
paper. But now, confronted with them here in the
living room, she was thinking of her mother with the
pink vibrator shoved all the way inside herself, her
father stroking and shooting semen all over the place,
the two of them fucking, sweating and grunting.
Cynthia shook her head to try and clear the cobwebs.

"It was ok. I just stayed around the house, watched
tv, did some reading, that kind of stuff."

Jeff paused from unpacking to ask his daughter, "Did
you get your homework done?"

"Dad! Of course I did. I finished it today. Hey,
what's in all the shopping bags anyway? Did you get to
Opry Mills?"

Opry Mills, formerly Opryland, was a shopping Mecca in
Nashville, and Cynthia had been the beneficiary of her
mom's shopping journeys there when they had gone to
Nashville previously.

Her mother eyed her affectionately, but with a slight
tone of warning she said, "It's not always about you,
you know. We don't always have to buy you something."

"I didn't say anything about me, did I?" Cynthia knew
full well that she had implied it, but played the game
anyway. "What did you guys get, Mom?"

Her mom put out a few items that they had purchased.
The obligatory pair of khakis for her father, some
Capri's for her mom, and new swimsuits for both of
them. Then she laid out Cynthia's new clothes. As
always, it seemed Cynthia had as much as her father
and mother combined; new blouses, a couple of new
pairs of shorts, even a pair of sandals.

Cynthia grabbed her stuff and headed to her room to
try it all on. She came back in and displayed her
clothes in cliché' fashion show style.

"Now modeling the latest in summer prints and patterns
is Cynthia Thames, wearing a floral print blouse from
American Eagle." Cynthia hammed it up, strutting and
sucking in her cheeks while chuckling at herself. Her
mother sat through the show, commenting on the various
outfits as Cynthia paraded back and forth between her
room and the living room sofa where she had spent much
of her weekend.

Occasionally her mother would comment, "You look good
in that color." "Is that too tight?" "You can take
that when you go to camp." Her father basically looked
at each new outfit but occupied himself with getting
things put away.

"Oh, and I got you several pair of new underwear and
bras too. They're in the Maidenform bag over there."
Val mentioned after the show was over.

"Mom!" Cynthia looked at her father, embarrassed.
Everything already seemed surreal, with Cynthia trying
to maintain a normal demeanor while looking at her
mother and thinking about her shaved pussy. Her mind
kept rerunning the scene of her father ejaculating on
her mother. Now her mother was talking about bras and
panties in front of her father.

Val looked at her daughter, remembering that she was
after all, 15, but not worrying about her
embarrassment. "Cynthia, you're growing and your old
stuff doesn't exactly fit you any more. Your father
knows you have breasts, there's no point in being
goofy about it."

Cynthia looked at her father, but he barely registered
any response, preferring to ignore the mother daughter
chat.

Val handed her daughter the bag. "Let's go check and
see to make sure they fit ok."

They went to Cynthia's room. For some reason,
Cynthia's weekend experiences made her feel shy around
her mother. Normally, she would have stripped without
a thought, but now she was hesitant, and looked away
from her mother as she stripped and tried on the first
bra and panty set.

The set was nothing fancy, but it did fit her better
then the stuff in her drawer. Her mother had her turn
around and adjusted the strap a little, which gave
Cynthia goosebumps, but she drew in her breath
noticeably when her mother moved her hands around to
the front and cupped each breast in her hand.

"Mom!" Cynthia jumped.

"Oh, sorry, just checking the fit. You seem a little
strange this afternoon. Has something got you nervous?
You got a report due or something? You just seem..
preoccupied."
Cynthia stretched the truth a little. "Yes, I guess
so. That English term paper is due Tuesday - guess
I've been worried about it."

The paper was due the following day, but Cynthia had
finished it a week ago, proofread it twice and had no
doubt it would get the same A she always got in
English class.

"Oh. Well maybe tomorrow night I'll give it a read
through. In the meantime, I'm going to take a shower
and go to bed. I'm tired."

Cynthia looked at the clock. It was not even 8:30 yet.
On tape, her mom was somewhat of a wild woman, but she
was still headed for bed at a decent hour. Cynthia was
not so inclined however. She wished she had copies of
the tapes, though she couldn't watch them in her room,
since her parents had never allowed her to have her
own tv. She could figure out how to transfer them to
the computer, but that sounded like a lot of trouble.
Better yet, she wished she could just watch them fuck.
That would be the best thing.

She wandered around the house, occupying her time by
making sure she had things ready for school, putting
away the clean dishes, and just ambling around,
feeling at loose ends. Finally, she just decided she'd
go to bed. She told her dad, who was sitting up
flipping channels, good night and headed to her
bedroom.

She took of her tshirt and looked in the mirror at the
new bra she was wearing. She had left it on after
trying them all on. She cupped her breasts like her
mother had earlier. They had gotten bigger. The new
bras were C cups. She felt the material, rubbing small
circles around her nipples before removing the bra.
She stood in her matching panties, pale yellow with a
little lace at the waist band. She put on a sleep
shirt and got in bed.

She couldn't get to sleep. She was definitely horny,
and wanted to masturbate, but she was also afraid she
would be heard. She also really wanted some visual
stimulation. Normally her fantasies were enough for
her, but after this weekend, she felt like she needed
something more. She got up, contemplating getting
online, but finally deciding she would watch tv for a
little while. Her parents didn't mind when she
couldn't sleep.

She wasn't particularly trying to be quiet on the way
to the living room, but she wasn't noisy either, and
as she got closer, she began to hear some noises that
made her pause before taking the last to the few
steps. It sounded like sex. But definitely not her
parents. It didn't sound real.

She eased in to the room and was surprised at what was
on television. It was soft porn. Must have been one of
the Cinemax channels or something. Her parents had
most of that stuff blocked, so she hadn't tried in
ages to watch any of it. But her father certainly
seemed to be enjoying it. Though his back was to her,
she could tell that at the very least he had his hand
in his lap.

"That sofa must be enchanted," she thought to herself.
"First me and now Dad." She was trying to be calm
about it, but she really wanted to rush up and take
his cock in her hand and stroke it for him. She wanted
to see it, wanted to feel it pulsing against the wet
lips of her pussy. Her hand was in her panties, her
eyes moving back and forth between the tv and the back
of her father's head.

Her father's actions were a little more obvious now.
His head was leaned back against the sofa, and she
could hear him breathing from her position. He was
also moving some as his right hand was stroking his
cock. Cynthia thought she could even hear a little
smacking noise, which turned her on immensely as her
hand moved gently in her panties. She was basically
just teasing herself. She knew she couldn't have an
orgasm here, but she found it impossible to not touch
herself while in the same room as her masturbating
father.

Suddenly her father sped up and with a quiet "oh"
finished. At least Cynthia was pretty sure what had
happened and she began moving quietly back to her
room, now shaking with her need for an orgasm.

She stripped and laid down. She wasn't interested in
fooling around. But she was being overtaken with the
urge for more. There were now two Cynthia's at war
inside her. One said "play with your clit and get it
over with." The other one said "Daddy will do it
better." The first voice was not nearly as strong as
the second. Cynthia got out of bed and walked to the
living room, naked.

Her father was still on the sofa, and as she walked
around to the front, she noticed his eyes were closed.
He was wearing boxers, his softening dick sticking
through the fly, held in his hand, with semen
splotched here and there. He didn't have on a tshirt.
He was practically naked in front of her. Cynthia
almost came at the sight.

"Did that feel good Daddy?" Cynthia asked.

If she were standing in front of him holding an
elephant by the trunk she wouldn't have shocked him
any more than she did by speaking aloud while he was
still coming down from his orgasm. Nearly
simultaneously he put his penis back in his boxers,
turned off the tv, looked towards his bedroom, glanced
at his naked daughter and jumped up from the sofa,
turning his back to Cynthia.

"Oh my God, Cynthia, what are you doing? How long have
you been there?" He asked nervously. His heart was
beating so hard he could hear it in his ears. His face
was red. Adrenaline was pumping through his body and
he had to fight the impulse to yell at his daughter.
He knew he shouldn't have been masturbating with her
room just down the hall, but he thought for sure she
was asleep now. And why was she naked? His mind raced,
trying to figure out the "proper thing for a father to
do when encountered naked by his naked adolescent
daughter while coated with semen." He came up blank.

"Cynthia. Go put some clothes on and we'll talk." He
hoped that would give him the opportunity to get on a
clean pair of boxers. Maybe she hadn't noticed. Maybe
she was just walking around the house naked asking
people if they felt good.

"I need your help Daddy, please," Cynthia whispered
plaintively. Her father had never heard her speak like
that, but her mother had used that tone before. Not
often, but occasionally. It was usually when she said
things like "Come to bed." or "Cynthia's gone to her
friend's house for the night." He knew what it meant,
but refused to believe it could mean the same thing
coming from his daughter.

"Go put some clothes on Cynthia, and I'll help you."
He could hear her sitting down. She had no intention
of leaving. He should go to his bedroom, tell Val what
was going on, that her daughter was naked and acting
crazy. But he didn't. He turned around and sighed in
desperation at what he saw.

Cynthia was sprawled out on the sofa, legs spread,
with her right hand between her legs, pulling gently
at her pubic hair, her left hand relaxing on her
stomach. In contrast to her father's nervousness,
Cynthia felt serene, like she was doing something she
was accustomed to doing daily. She locked eyes with
her father. "Help me now."

It wasn't a question and it left no room for argument.
Against everything that he knew he should be doing,
Jeff sat down on the sofa, perpendicular to his
daughter and turned his body towards her. His dick,
normally out for the night after one orgasm, was now
making it's presence known in a way that reminded him
of the blue balls he had gotten as an adolescent.

Cynthia moved her right foot, resting it on her
father's thigh. She stared at the crotch of his
boxers. "Take it out, Daddy. Show me."

He did as she said and was unable to keep himself from
stroking as he looked at her, taking in her young
smooth pale body; her nipples erect, her breasts firm,
her stomach flat, and those beautiful hands. Her hands
which he suddenly very much wanted to touch him.

"Cynthia. We can't. We shouldn't. It's not right."
Cynthia sat up and stopped him from saying another
word. Her right hand reached down and encircled his
erection. His cock jumped at the touch. She adjusted
her position and in a moment, her head was resting on
his shoulder, his arms around her back. He could feel
her breath, could smell her body, her hair, even her
pussy.

She looked at him, her face just far enough away from
his that he could focus on her eyes, could see the
need there, the desire, and in a moment his hand was
between her legs.

It couldn't have been two minutes before it was over.
He slid a finger inside of his daughter. Inside of
Cynthia. His daughter's hand was jacking him off. She
was whispering "Yes, oh yes Daddy." And they were both
moving their hips and hands. They didn't kiss,
couldn't have if they tried for the sighing and
moaning they were trying to manage quietly. If either
of them could have made it a moment longer, they might
have found themselves consummating their new
relationship, but they couldn't hold out, and when
Cynthia's eyes opened wide and she looked at her
father and said "I'm coming Daddy." It was over for
both of them. They tensed, and Jeff shot cum like he
hadn't had an orgasm in months. It went all over
Cynthia, landing as high up as her nipples. Cynthia's
orgasm was heightened by the feeling of her father's
warm semen spraying her, and both of them held each
other through their climaxes.

It took them about five minutes to regain some sort of
sanity. They didn't speak. But they did kiss each
other. Light, soft kisses on the cheek, neck,
forehead. Jeff reached up and pushed some hair back
from Cynthia's brow. Cynthia ran her hands over her
father's chest. Her breath evened, as did her
father's. His hands were again on her back. She looked
at him once more, kissed him gently on the lips and
said "Goodnight Daddy." Before he could reply, attempt
to stop her, attempt to make sense of what had just
happened, she got up from the sofa and walked to her
room. Jeff could only watch his daughter's naked back
and wonder what was going to happen to him now.






	
		
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