Kevin Sellers - Daddy_s naughty daughters

"When are you going to tell them?"

The question arose abruptly, catching Dane Jeffers with one leg raised and his trousers bunched at his foot. He had to hop to keep his balance, and he caught Mona's mischievous little smile as she shrugged out of her blouse and neatly draped it over the motel room's only chair.

"Jesus!" he grunted, peeling the trousers off and tossing them aside. "Are you going to bring that up again right now?"

Unzipping her slacks, Mona Pierce casually wiggled out of them as she answered. It usually bothered her a bit to undress in front of him, even though she'd done it at least a hundred times. But this time was different. This time she had other things on her mind and wasn't about to be put off by a twinge of modesty. "It's just because of right now that I am bringing it up! Haven't we had enough of sneaking around to motels all the time? We should be married, and you know it! Now when are you going to tell the girls about us?"

Hooking his thumbs under his shorts, Dane winced at the mention of his daughters. He had been expecting this confrontation all evening. Throughout dinner, Mona had merely toyed with her food, making off-hand comments about how tired she was of eating in restaurants and living with her mother ever since her divorce.

The trouble was that every time they got into these confrontations, it always came back to getting married.

"Welt?" Having folded her slacks and set them down, Mona turned to face him.

Despite their impending argument, Dane felt his throat tighten with that old familiar horny tension that sprang up from his balls and through his stomach right up to the sudden dryness in his mouth.

Mona was a beauty. And she damned well knew it.

Standing there in just bra and panties, she had the kind of figure that would have put professional models to shame. She was the most voluptuous woman he'd ever known. Her tits overflowed the restraint of her bra, spilling out with a soft, milky fullness that made them seem crushed in the confines of 38-D cups. Her slender shoulders, outlined by a fluffy halo of long radiant auburn-red hair, hardly seemed capable of supporting those enormous tits.

His gaze flickered down across her flat, bare stomach and cute, puckered, little navel to the flare of her full hips and smooth thighs, focusing at last on her crotch.

She always wore bikini panties, always a different color. This evening's shade was pale blue, a color that enhanced the translucent material and barely veiled the dark vee of fur that was her pussy mound. He knew from experience that she had the richest bush of cuntfur he had ever seen. Thick and glossy and curled, its firm, spongy carpet had a mysterious red-gold tint he always loved to bury his face in.

And as if all that wasn't enough, she had a face to match her spectacular body high-cheeked, dainty, with a small nose and full pink lips.

It was a face he had been in love with for as long as they had dated, almost a year now. And her body had taken his cock in more ways and times than either of them could ever count.

At the moment, all he wanted was to rack that score up a little higher. He was definitely not in the mood for discussing his children or marriage.

"Let's talk about it later," he said, kicking off his shorts and moving toward her with a grin, nude. "Right now, I've got other things in mind. That is, unless you'd rather spend the whole night chatting."

"Damn you," she said in a half-hearted tone, feeling her determination soften as he approached, his prick already blossoming into full hardness. "Don't think you'll get by me this time! We're going to talk this out"

Her words were punctuated by a small gasp as he stood before her, his hands darting up to unsnap her bra, his cock wagging up to gouge its inflamed head into her crotch.

The mere presence of Dane's wonderful, big prick never failed to make her horny. She felt herself wilting toward, the thick, giant prick that brushed her inner thighs even as she tried to carry on her argument.

"We're not going to put this discussion off one moment longer, and I mean it! There are lots of widowers with two teenage daughters who manage perfectly well to remarry, and unless you can give me one good reason why Dane, stop it!"

Ha bra fell loose, and Dane's grin widened as the garment slipped easily away in his deft hands and collapsed with a rustle to the floor.

Mona's big, bounteous tits bobbled free, huge and jutting and pink tipped. Instantly, his fingers leaped up to caress her tits, kneading the soft, twin mountains of flesh and darting across the bumpy, half-dollar sized areolas of her nipples to bring theft peaks to quivering erection.

Tonight was to be the showdown between them. Tonight he would either make the commitment he had been dodging all this time or else he would lose her for good. Tonight it was to be all or nothing.

At least, that had been the decision she started out with. But now, with his knowing hands cupping her tits and his thumbs torturing her sensitive nipples to inch-long hardness, with his luscious, big cock slithering between her thighs and stabbing for the familiar, tight, velvet crevice of her pussy, she felt her decision melting in a gush of hot, creamy juice and drenching the crotch of her panties with the same urgent need he always aroused in her.

"Dane please, darling, I'm trying oh God, you bastard! You're doing this on purpose!"

"You bet I am." He chuckled as she began to surrender, automatically arching her shoulders to shove her lush tits into his palms. "But don't let that stop you. Go right on with what you were saying, honey. You don't mind if I find something to keep me busy in the meantime, do you?"

He abruptly ducked his head, bringing one of her big tits up to his mouth and closing his lips firmly over a taut, rosy nipple.

"Ahhh," she moaned.

Her resolve washed away in a burst of flooding cunt cream. Mona reeled forward, mashing her tit to his face, sighing as he sucked and lapped at her throbbing nipple.

From experience, Dane knew exactly how she loved having her nipples tormented and teased. His tongue darted roughly, working each of her nipples into frantic stiffness as he dug his prick into her pussy, exploring the mixture of slick, filmy material and growing wetness there.

"Oh God, yes!" she groaned, reaching down to grasp the familiar thickness of his cock. Its big, veined length jerked in her hand, and she began to tug his prick with long, luxurious strokes, sweeping her fist up his prick shaft, from cockhead to fur matted cockbase. "Yes, that's oh, baby, suck my titties nice like that, ahhh"

Urged by her groans, Dane gladly obeyed. At the same time, his fingers slid down and grasped the elastic band of her panties, pushing them down.

She wiggled obligingly as the sheer material inched down over her hips. When Dane's mouth suddenly left her tits, she moaned in disappointment, but that moan turned into a delighted gasp as he began to lick and kiss his way down her smooth stomach, working straight for her aching cunt.

She shuddered as his lips brushed her thick pussy mound, its curls already soaked with wetness. "Damn you, Dane Jeffers!" she muttered weakly. "You know I wanted to talk, and if you think you're going to get my mind off uhhmm!"

His tongue darted out without hesitation, gliding through her sopping cunt fur and jabbing up along the slick length of her pussy slit. Almost chuckling aloud at Mona's relenting groan, he lapped at her puffy, fur-fringed cuntmouth and drank up the blast of hot cream that poured from its depths.

"Ohhhh," She purred, spreading her legs wide apart as he knelt between them, his face nuzzling her pussy mound and his tongue flicking with eager expertise. The delicious feel of his darting tongue quickly had her whimpering in a surge of pleasure.