A Picture Worth Ten-Thousand Words

  Brenda had an obscene view of her father’s tight ass, large balls, and long cock as he sawed his cock lazily in four-inch stokes within the tight-lipped sheath of her thirteen-year-old daughter’s vagina. Carly’s thin white legs, bent sharply at the knees and splayed out to the sides, gave Brenda a view of her daughter she never thought she’d see, as well.

Brenda’s first impulse was to rush forward and drag her father off Carly. She could not understand what stopped her, or why she stayed rooted to the spot at the doorway, hiding, though neither could see her even if she were fully inside the room. Perhaps going four months without sex explained her inaction. Perhaps the sight of the largest, most masculine cock she’d ever seen fucking the cutest, most adorable pussy she’d ever seen, short circuited her motherly instincts. Only a flea riding on Tom’s balls would have a better view.

The vision was so shocking, yet so erotic, that a primitive part of her brain seemed in control. Her eyes had a direct line to her clit as she followed the obscene in and out motion.

Carly’s pleas of, “Please, Grandpa, don’t cum in me again,” and “Please don’t get me pregnant,” had no effect on Brenda. If anything those plaintive pleas helped lubricate her panties. Carly added, “Grandpa, I’ll suck you. I’ve been good. I don’t wear panties anymore like you want. I let Mom see my pussy. I touched her thigh high up on the inside, very close to her pussy. I’ll touch her pussy next time, I swear. Please, don’t cum in me.”

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