Wet T-Shirt Practice

By Ironbuddah

Chapter 2: After the Shower

Tom found his daughter sitting on his bed, waiting for him when he got out of the shower. She was wearing a robe, and he couldn't tell if she had anything on under it. He had a towel wrapped around his body, and he knew he didn't have anything on under it. “Honey, I know we need to talk, but can you let me get dressed first?”

“Sure. There is just one thing I need to know first.”

“What's that honey?”

Standing up, Patricia said a single word. “This.” She opened her robe as she said it, and she was just as naked under it as her father was under his towel.

“Hot damn! You have one amazing figure girl.” Tom lifted one of her daughter's breasts up to his mouth, and started suckling on the nipple. Switching tits, he added. “I bet this one tastes just as sweet.” Tom wasn't sure if he had been pushing his daughter back to his bed while he feasted on her lush nipples, or if she had been guiding him. However, the next thing he knew, he was standing between his daughter's legs as she laid spread eagle on his bed.

It was kind of similar to what his daughter had said in the back yard. He couldn't remember deciding to put his prick inside his little girl; he didn't remember even considering it. He simple found himself doing it. He didn't think about fucking his daughter either. He just did that too. Patricia's moans were going up in octave even faster than they had in the back yard. This time she got off so fast that Tom didn't cum with her.

It was only then, as his daughter lay panting to catch her breath again, that Tom thought to ask about the implications of what they were doing. “Are you on the pill Patricia?” When she shook her head no, Tom commented, “I should pull out then.”

Tom didn't pull out though. He just started fucking his daughter again. She didn't protest or ask him why he wasn't doing what he said he would do. After about a dozen strokes, she gasped in surprise as she felt a rising heat in her pussy again. “I think I'm about to go off again Dad!” Tom grunted and increased the pace of his thrusts. The knowledge that he was about to inseminate his own daughter should have been horrifying, but he couldn't stop himself now any more than he had been able to earlier.

Tom grunted as he started pumping potent seed into his daughter's pussy instead of his pants. He could hear that busting a nut inside his little girl was making her cum too, but he was more interested in how good this felt to him. He wasn't pumping his cock in and out of his daughter any more, but he still grunted as every drop and wad of jizz shot out of his dick. It was only after they had finished and he was sitting beside Patricia on his bed that they talked about what they had done.

“Why did you open your robe up like that?”

“I just had to know if what happened in the back yard was a onetime thing, or if we might lose control again.”

“We sure as hell lost control. Why didn't you tell me to stop when I kept fucking you instead of pulling out?”

“I don't know at first. Once I realized that I was going to cum again I just didn't care.”

“Man, we are really fucked up!” Tom commented. “Oh shit!” Tom exclaimed as he felt his cock growing hard again. He didn't ask permission or announce his intentions. He simply stood up, got between his daughter's legs again, and positioned his mostly hard cock at the entrance to her womb. Patricia was already whimpering with desire as he forced himself into his daughter again. After a few strokes, he was all the way hard again. Father and child fucked like animals. Neither one tried to stop until after they had attempted to breed a second time.

Tom pulled his cock out of his daughter with an obscene pop, but he stayed between her legs admiring her body. “Man, you are one hot piece of ass! I haven't cum three times in half an hour since before you were born! And what's up with you cumming so quickly. I didn't think that was possible for a girl.”

“I don't know Daddy. I didn't think it was possible either. It's like doing it with you is sexual crystal meth for me.”

“What are we going to do if you catch baby?”

“Oh, I'll just say I got drunk at a party and I don't know who the father is. People will think I'm a slut, but that's better than the alternative, right?”

“But the baby would look like me!”

“We'll just say the baby really takes after grandpa!” Patricia giggled.

“I can't believe this is happening!” Tom explained to his daughter, “You know, no matter how great, what we just did was, I have a life with your mother that I don't want to throw away.”

“I know. I don't want to do anything to hurt Mom, but I don't think I can stop either.”

“Honestly, I don't think I can stop either. I think I'm just as addicted to this as you are.”

“Isn't it weird that we could have these uncontrollable urges we never knew about? Really, this could have happened at any time once I started to develop. You could have walked in on me while I was in the shower, or I could have had a wardrobe malfunction.”

Tom took a deep breath, “Don't make me think about things like that!”

“Well how about thinking about cumming three times in five minutes, have you ever done that before?”

“Um, maybe once, when I was a teenager. Why do you ask?”

Patricia pointed at her father's growing cock. “Because you're starting to get hard again!”

He exclaimed “Oh shit!”, but that didn't stop him from snaking his dick back into his daughter's body for a third time. “Fuck me! This is something that I might just lose my wife over.”

Panting, working to satisfy the incestuous urges she didn't even know she had half an hour ago, Patricia reassured her father. “Don't worry Daddy. We only seem to lose control when I show you my tits. I'll just keep my big jugs covered up when Mom's around or when we're out in public. Oh god! I'm cumming again.”

“Me too baby! Me too!” After shooting his load into his daughter's unprotected belly yet a third time, Tom spoke to himself as much as to his little girl. “Man, we're really going to have to work hard to keep this sexual addiction of ours secret.”

Patricia purred, “I'm sure we are, but right now I'm glad you helped me practice again.”

Obviously confused, her father asked. “Practice again? I only helped you practice once in the back yard, and we both know how that turned out.”

Tom groaned when he heard his daughter's explanation. “Sure you did Daddy; you just helped me practice making a baby. Three times even!”

This time it was Tom's turn to point at his growing cock. “How would Daddy's little girl feel about making that four times?” Patricia's eyes lit up, and neither of them had to say another word as they worked their bodies against each other.