"Are you sure, honey?"
"Please." Cathy never been more sure of anything. She wanted to feel her father's tongue on her clit. Wanted to feel it in her. That thought alone nearly got her off.
"Of course, pumpkin."
Her father knelt in front of her in the hot shower. He placed his hands on her knees gently and eased them apart, sliding himself closer to his goal. Her labia were distended just a bit from the hot water and his washing earlier. Kent Burton leaned closer, and he traced his finger around her pussy before leaning in to move his broad tongue up from below her pussy and to her clit. He massaged her clit with his tongue flat against it, and then moved down to let the tip of it move just inside of her.
Cathy leaned back against the shower wall and watched her father's head moving between her legs. His tongue was already sending shivers of pleasure through her body, and her mind was adding to it imagining her father, his cock, and his tongue.
He slipped his fingers into her, massaging the top of her vagina to double the humming pleasure within her. "Oh, yes, Daddy," she said. And the very act of saying that word, "Daddy," excited her, gave her the dirty thrill of the known and natural being turned into a taboo.
Kent thrust his tongue into her now, moving his hand down to slide his index finger into his daughter's anus and his thumb into her vaginal opening. Then he rubbed the fingers together in opposition to each other. He sucked her clit into his mouth and tongued it rapidly.
Cathy orgasm exploded within her. She allowed herself to scream her pleasure out loud rather than keeping it quiet to avoid detection. She cried out and held her father's head against her until the trembling assault of the concentrated pleasure made her whole body shake, and she nearly slipped off the bench. Kent held her up with his finger in her ass, lifting her back to the bench.
"Oh, Daddy, that was wonderful." She slid back and took her face in both of her hands, lifting him to her lips. "Really wonderful."
"My pleasure," he said against her lips. "We'd better get out before the water goes cold." He stood, turning toward the knob to shut off the shower.
"Wait." Cathy stood on shaky legs and held herself against her father's back. She reached around and gripped his manhood, stroking slightly. "You haven't had your fun yet."
"Eating that tasty pussy was plenty of fun, honey." He didn't stop her or move away but turned so that she could kneel and take him into her mouth. Her expert tongue returned his favor on the head of his cock, and her hand made gentle movements on the shaft. After awhile, she stood, hugging him to her.
"Fuck me, Daddy," she said. "Fuck me right now and let me feel you cum inside me."
"Oh, God, Cathy," Kent sighed. He lifted Cathy's right leg and bent his knees so that his cock was positioned at the entrance of her sex. He pushed it up slowly into her, and then stood quickly, lifting her slightly with the force of his movement.
"Oh!" Cathy's breath was knocked out of her, but she settled into the rhythm of her father thrusting up into her body as they held each other under the hot spray of water. Kent wasn't going to last long. The time he'd spent eating Cathy's pussy had excited him so much that he had been afraid he would cum unprompted. He hadn't cum then, but he was sure going to cum now.
"I'm cumming, honey," he whispered against Cathy's cheek.
"Fill me, Daddy. I want to feel your hot cum."
Kent Burton's cock released a flood of cum into his daughter's pussy. He began thrusting even faster, kissing her, holding her tight as she clenched the muscles of her vagina to milk her father's ejaculate from him. Her father's seed burst into her to mingle with whatever might be left of Robert Porter's sperm.
Finally, Kent stepped back, and Cathy knelt quickly and took his cock into her mouth to swallow the last few drops. She wanted to taste his cum.
"Thank you, Daddy," she said, smiling up at him from the floor of the shower. "I love you."
"I love you too, honey. Always remember that." Kent Burton helped his daughter up and kissed her with the passion of a lover while gripping her buttocks with both hands. Then, laughing, they parted and got out of the shower.
"I'm not sure I want to play with everyone, Daddy," she said as they were toweling dry. "Just you and Mom. Maybe. I don't know."
"That's fine, dear," he said. "It's all up to you."
"I'm sure as hell not getting into any videos. Alright?"
"Definitely." He kissed the back of her neck. "You do what you want."
"Thank you, Daddy." Cathy kissed her father deeply on the lips, and then, wrapped in a towel, she turned and left the bathroom.
"Hey, Sis." Carter was in the hall and greeted her warmly.
"You fucker," Cathy spat, pushing past him.
"What?"
"You could have told me, asshole," she told him, turning to glare at him. "You didn't have to treat me like a little kid."
I'm sorry, Cathy, but . . ."
"Fuck you. Or, well, maybe you should get Aunt Amy to fuck you before they leave. I'm sure not going to do it."
Cathy disappeared into her room, leaving her brother hurt and sad. He didn't blame her one bit.
In her room, Cathy threw the towel aside and lay on her bed letting the memory of her encounter in the shower roll through her mind. Her dad wasn't in as good shape as Robert Porter, but he was damn good with his tongue and his cock filled her up nicely. She had especially loved the way he looked up at her as he licked and sucked her hard little clit.
There was love in those eyes. Cathy closed her eyes and drifted to sleep thinking of her father's eyes and his everlasting love.
She loved her daddy, and her daddy loved her