Great Mom Pt. 8

This is story is completely fictional. 

I got my proofs in the mail on Friday when I usually go to spend the weekend with my father along with my brothers. These were the proofs of the pictures that I had taken for the layout of the magazine that I posed for, a collage girl’s issue. I got a letter with it saying I would get a couple of the magazine next week. I asked my mom if she wanted to see the pictures or if she wanted to wait for the done layout, she said she would wait. I had told my father I would show him the pictures if he wanted to see them, to show that they were tastefully done. My mother said my father would probably like to see them and just told me to have a good weekend when my brothers’ and I left later that day.

I waited until after dinner when my brother’s went out with some friends to ask my father if he wanted to see the pictures. “Hey dad, I got the pictures of my photo shoot. Would you like to see them?” My father hesitated for a bit. “Are they tasteful pictures Tiffany?” “Yes daddy.” “I don’t know Tiffany. I am not too keen on looking at naked pictures of my nineteen year old daughter.” “Look dad, I will leave them here in the envelope on the counter. Just don’t let Hunter and Ryan see them; ok?” I went to go watch TV in the family room for a while as my father cleaned up the kitchen. About an hour or so went by and went back into the kitchen to get something to drink. It had slipped my mind about the pictures until I noticed that the envelope was gone. I knew my father must have taken it so out of curiosity I decided to go see if I could find my dad just to see if he looked at them and if he approved of them. I went through the entire house and could not find my father. I went into the master bedroom twice before I noticed that light was on in the walk closet but yet the door was shut. I could see the light under the crack of the door. I heard a weird noise coming from inside so I didn’t knock at first, I just listened. It sounded like my father talking but I could not make out what he was saying. I thought about knocking or calling out his name but I just decided to slide open the door a crack to look inside.

I slid the door open just enough so I could look in with one eye. The first thing I saw was my father kneeling on a bathroom towel naked! The next thing I saw were my pictures spread out on the floor in front of him. Lastly I saw my father jacking himself off. I don’t know why I didn’t say nor do anything. I guess because I got such a thrill out of watching Hunter jacking himself off now I wanted to watch my father. I smiled to myself and thought, ‘I guess my father approves of my pictures.” I just watched and listened to my father enjoying my pictures and his incestuous thoughts. I guess I should describe myself and compare myself to my mom. My mom, Katie, is about 5’ 1”, long blonde hair, petite figure and 36C tits. I am 5’5”, 112 pounds, a 24” waist, 35” hips, long sandy blonde hair with very nice 34D tits. By listening to my father I could tell he really loved my large tits. “Oh my…I never realized how big your tits are Tiffany! Shit I would love to suck on those! I can imagine every guy at collage probably wants stick his cock between those tits and then fuck the shit out of them. I would love to see them covered with cum. Fuck you are my daughter and these thoughts are so wrong but you are so hot.” I listened to my dad say this to my pictures as kept stroking his cock. Little did he know that his hot daughter was listening. My dads’ cock was a bit on the small side when compared to my brothers’, Hunter, and Pauls’ cocks. I couldn’t wait to see my father cumming.

As I watched my father jacking off I slid a hand down into my shorts. My pussy was soaking wet; my clit was very hard so I began to finger myself. I whispered softly “Daddy, you are making my pussy so wet. My nipples are hard too. Would you like to suck on your daughters’ tits? That’s it daddy keep stroking your hard prick to my pictures. Show you daughter how much she turns you on and cum for her. Shoot your hot, sticky white cum all over her.” I bit my lower lip trying to keep myself from moaning out loud. I wondered what my father would think if he saw me playing with myself or even if he heard what I said; then I thought 'I bet he would like it!' My father was stroking his cock faster and faster, the sweat was rolling down his back, he was breathing hard, in other words, and he was close to getting off. “Oh god this is so wrong…Tiffany is my daughter…I will never do this again. Oh shit she is so sexy, such a beautiful body…I can’t help myself…oh fuck…I’m gonna cum. Fuck, Tiffany your pictures…you’re gonna make your father cum!” My dad let out several grunts and then a loud moan, “Uh…uh…uh…aaahhh fuck yeesssssssss!” I watched the cum start to spurt out of my father’s cock. He didn’t cum with a big surge of cum like my brother Hunter. He came with numerous spurts but with very good velocity not to mention he had great aim. I watched my dad milk his prick and shoot his cum load all over several of my pictures! Spurt after spurt after spurt after spurt of cum landed on each of my pictures. My father would hold his cock towards the picture, stroke his cock and fire off a couple of spurts on cum. “Oh yeah Tiffany…oh fuck my daughter looks so good with cum all over her body! Oh fuck yeah…fuck Tiffany! You are going to make your father cum more!” When my father had stopped cumming all over my pictures it was my turn. I leaned up against the wall as I dug my fingers deep into my pussy. I grabbed my shirt, pulled it up to my mouth and put as much of it into it as I could to muffle my mewing cry of pleasure as I came. I dropped down to the floor onto my knee’s burying my face into the carpet as I kept fucking my pussy with my fingers. Soon my own orgasm was over. Luckily my father was still in the closet. While on my knee’s I peered into the closet to see what my father was doing.

My dad was surveying his incestuous cum fest that he pasted all over my pictures. Suddenly he let out an ‘oh shit’. He didn’t think if I would want the picture back or not. He quickly grabbed one closest to him and frantically wiped it off on the towel. I could see him breathe a sigh of relief when he was able to wipe the cum off; they were laminated. He cleaned all of his incestuously derived cum off of my pictures. He put them back into the envelope and then cleaned up his towel. I quickly got up and went back downstairs. After about ten minutes or so my father came back downstairs, I acted like nothing went on. When my father entered the room I turned around to face him. 

“Hey dad, I saw the envelope is gone.” “Oh…ah yeah Tiffany I took it.” “Did you look at them?” “Yes honey I looked at them.” I thought I would have some fun with my father now. “Well what did you think? Did you like them?” “Yes they were nice, tasteful.” “Aw, that means you didn’t like them.” “I said they were nice sweetheart.” “But dad, nice means you didn’t like them.” “Tiffany, trust me, I liked them.” “Really daddy? Did you think I looked beautiful, hot, sexy?” “Yes dear, you looked really beautiful. You’re my daughter so I can’t really say you looked hot and sexy.” “Aw come on dad, you’re a guy. If I wasn’t your daughter, just another young, collage girl you saw naked like that what would you say?” My father hesitated for awhile then he finally said yes that I did look hot and sexy. I noticed my fathers’ eyes kept lustfully and incestuously focusing on my tits. I knew he was trying to picture them without my shirt on. I jumped up off the couch and skipped over to my dad. I did this purposely for my father’s enjoyment. I wasn’t wearing a bra so my skipping over to him made my large 34D tit’s bounce up and down nicely. I wrapped my arms around my fathers’ neck and I gave him a nice kiss on the cheek, pressing my tits hard against his chest. “Thank you daddy, that was so nice of you. I am so happy you approved of them and enjoyed looking at them.” My father just smiled nervously at me, knowing that he just incestuously jacked off to his own daughter. 

The rest of the day was spent normally, my father went and did some errands, I went laid out on the deck getting some sun. My father came back home after a couple of hours; my brothers weren’t due home for another hour. While I was laying out, I had thought about my father jacking off to me and I thought about what kind of fun I could have with him. Several things came to mind I would just have to see what I ended up doing. My dad came out on to the deck, I knew that he was lustfully looking at me laying there in my bikini. “Hey daddy, you back already?” “Yeah Tiff. I thought I would start to make dinner here in a bit.” I could tell my father was having incestuous thoughts judging by the bulge that was developing in his shorts. “Hey daddy can I shower your bathroom? It is so much bigger and nicer than the other one?” My father looked confused as to why I would ask him to use his shower. He had no idea what I was planning but I had a feeling my father’s incestuous thoughts would take over and he would not be making dinner for long. “Um, sure Tiffany. I don’t care.” I got up and stretched, letting my father get a good look at my hard, tan body. As I walked by I gave him quick kiss on the cheek, “Thanks dad.” 

I went upstairs and went into my fathers’ bathroom. I got undressed and turned on the water. I left the door to the bathroom about a foot or so open. I had found that you could stand outside of the bathroom, which was in the master bedroom and by looking into the bathroom mirrors over the sink you can clearly see the shower and who is in it. I put a small mirror on my clothes on the floor in a position where I could see it from the shower and I could see if my father was standing just outside the door watching me. The shower doors distort the body of the person in the shower but of course I just left one open. I had a feeling my dad would come upstairs and I wanted to give him a very nice show. I wanted my father to get a good look at his daughters’ real naked body, not a picture of it. 

It didn't take my father long to come upstairs to see if he could sneak an incestuous peak of me naked, his nice hot daughter. I slid open the door next to the showerhead just an inch and glanced down at my mirror, yup my father was standing there almost in the doorway. I looked up at the mirrors over the sinks and saw him. He either didn't think I could see him or he didn't care. I assumed he didn't know. I know it was driving him crazy that all he could see was my distorted figure through the frosted doors but his view would soon change. I moved back away from the showerhead, the door at the other end of the shower was the one I had wide open. Now it was time to give my dad a nice look at my body. My wet body glistened under the bathroom lights. I took the bar of soap and slowly ran it over my body. First I did my back, spending some time running it over my tight ass. I slid it between my ass cheeks. I turned around with my ass facing toward the mirrors. I knew my father could see the thin tan line I had going across my waist. As I turned around I glanced down at my mirror. The first thing I noticed was my father backed up a bit, I guess he was afraid I might see him in the mirrors over the sinks. I could see that my dad had undone his shorts, they were down around his ankles. He had his cock in his hand and my father was slowly stroking his nice hardening prick.