Unexpected surprises (incest, pm to join)

[srp_lover75]

Isabelle smiled softly to herself as she slipped out of bed and began to look for a box underneath her bed. It was still dark and she didn't bother turning on the light. Neither of her parents were home, but still she didn't want to alert anyone if they happened to be there. Belle's mother worked night shifts in the hospital and her dad was usually working at this hour too. She didn't have any siblings, so the house should have been dead empty, just how she liked it. Finding the old shoe box the seventeen year old girl smiled sheepishly and tucked it under her limber arm. Years of gymnastics and dance had put her in good shape, she was fit and more limber than most girls her age. Still she was a bit different than most girls in the fact her parents had her on lock down almost 24/7. It was school and gymnastics only for her. No drinking, no partying, no hanging out with friends. It was work work work but at this time of night, she at least got to have a little fun. Dressed in a sky blue silky tank top and short shorts, she padded barefoot down the hall and slipped into her parents room. Just as she thought. Empty. Sitting the old worn box on the bed, she moved across the room and pushed the tv slightly, revealing a small compartment in the floor. Bingo. Belle pushed a hand through her fiery red locks and wondered if her mother knew about this stash as she pulled out a handful of dvds. Her mother wasn't exactly the most...empathic being. She was focused and always ranting about work. She was serious and as far as Belle knew, her mother and father hadn't been 'together' in years. Which is why her father had such an extensive porn collection and probably why he disappeared whenever she had to work. He was probably out getting laid, but she felt he deserved it. It wasn't that she didn't love her mother, Belle did and it hurt her when her dad came home smelling of whiskey and sex, but the way she treated him...he was bound to get sick of it.

It was always do this, do that. I need this, I need that. Stop being an idiot, blah blah blah. Even Belle got sick of her treatment, but she was her mother. What could she do? Sighing at the thought, Belle shifted through the porn looking past the ones she'd already seen. If she couldn't get out and satisfy her urges like a normal teen, she could at least pleasure herself here. She respected her parents and their wishes in most cases, but they never said no to that. And what they didn't know, didn't hurt them. Finding an unlabeled dvd, her green eyes searched it for some sort of hint at what it was. There was nothing at all on the disc so she scrambled to her feet and popped it in the dvd player. Already she was a little aroused just thinking about what could be on the mystery disc. Her long limber legs moved her to the large king sized bed and the Egyptian cotton sheets engulfed her as she climbed onto it, rubbing her groin gently as the screen switched from the blue welcome screen to the unknown dvd.

The movie began to play itself, meaning it was either a bootleg copy or something else. Her eyes shut as her legs bent and spread, leaning back onto the soft material. Faintly familiar voices could be heard from the tv screen, but she didn't realize why right away. There was moaning not 5 minutes in and grunting and....Danielle. The soft moans of the name startled Belle as she jerked up to see....her mother and father on screen. Her father was laying in that very bed grunting and groaning as her mother rode him like some sort of cowgirl. It was older, her mother looked younger...much like herself now and her dad....god. Belle had to blink as her eyes scanned his body. His muscled were rippling, and he had began to sweat a little. He was still in pretty good shape now, but she had never noticed him like...this before. Watching the home video, her cheeks flushed and she felt a rush of wetness in her loins. She was actually getting....really turned on by this. By...her father. She bit her lip hard, telling herself it was disgusting but she couldn't help but to rub her leaking womanhood, still staring at the screen as her mother slid off of him and began giving him a blow job. He was so...huge. Closing her eyes, Belle positioned herself to still see the screen, rubbing herself vigorously through her damp shorts. Her smaller but nicely sized breasts were jiggling slightly as she moaned quietly, "Oh daddy...mmmm daddy..." over and over again, not caring as she got louder, knowing her father wouldn't be home until morning.

 

[CountofTuscany]

All the moaning, all the whining, his life was surrounded by screams both of pain and pleasure. But he had enough of it. Even though he was sitting in a bar with his shirt open, and in a dominant position, he really didn't feel like more the same tonight. More hateful revenge sex just to release tensions, it seemed like a shallow thing to do, he needed to do it with love now, and a bar like this, it wasn't the place to get it. He payed what he had drink as he did not notice that talking to one of the ladies, she had slipped a kiss on his neck leaving him with a pair of lips in red lipstick. The lady had gone to the bathroom, and he wanted nothing more of her. He grabbed his coat and went out, back home, where he should be, taking care of little Belle. Poor Isabelle, all she did was go to school and train, he didn't like that life style for her, it was too much for one person, his wife was insane. "That bitch..." He said with a low angry whisper. He crumbled the recipe in his hands and put on his long gray tench coat. Walking towards the door, the door of the bar came open when a women called out, "Jack! Why are you leaving!!!??" He ignored it completely and made to his gar, a black sports Audi. He got it just because he preferred to spend money on himself than his wife, he had actually never drove his wife anywhere with it, only Isabelle and a few selected ladies.

Jack wasn't even his real name, it's the name he gave out when he met random women. Placing the keys into the car, he let it roar, as a ball of rage swirled around his gut and mind. The lights came on, and he drove out of the parking space next to he bar, he rushed away as fast as he could, wanting to leave this mad way of life once and for all. He turned the radio to a jazz station, feeling the dials through his finger tips, he was reminded of how he had neglected Isabelle, how he had let his wife get in the way of his daughter's life, how he had not been there for his little girl. This new focus he found made him even more angry as he stopped at a red light. The music was rather relaxing, he rolled down the windows, and for the first time never, he took out a cigarette and lit inside his car. It must have been a pretty tough night for him to disrespect his own rules. He drove fast towards his house, in the middle of a suburb, he knew that his wife was a way, and that his daughter should be home alone, sure she was 17, but she was still alone. He now could not explain how he would allow that to happen.

Reaching his home, he got the cold keys to his house, letting them ring. He remembered about Isa's sleep, so he made sure he entered the house in utter silence. Opening the door very slowly and closing it almost unheard, he took off his shoes to make the trip to his bed much better for him. If Belle took into account his normal habits, he should be home in two or three hours, it was still too early for him to arrive. Leaving the keys on the kitchen counter, He sneaked his way towards his room, across the same hall that his daughter had just passed a few minutes ago, without him knowing so. Not seeing any lights on from her room, he assumed she would be in plain sleep, this was until he reached his room. "The bitch's back!"[/b] Thought Alexander. He then heard some moans that sounded like Danielle, but then other moans that sounded much younger. Struck by curiosity he stood still and then got closer to the door, which was wide open. He let just one of his eyes as he saw the TV light shine the room, and Isabelle there, fingering herself, asking for her father. He stepped back and was taken by complete surprise... what should he do? How should he react? He looked at Belle again, and noticed how firm her legs had turned out, and how much of a women she had become, and her fingers over her damp spot, gave him a small thrill. He finally stepped through the door, leaving his shoes on the floor and said, "Daddy's here baby." He looked back to see his old porn movie, and then back at Belle, not really sure how to react.

 

[srp_lover75]

This entire situation was wrong, Bella knew that. The thought of masturbating had horrified her in the beginning. Her friends chattered about it and their toys, some even bragged that their mother had bought them their first vibrator saying that it was better and healthier to masturbate than to go off and fuck random guys at their age. At school Isabelle couldn't say she hung around with the most innocent crew of girls. The gymnastics team was a lot...filthier than either of her parents would want to believe. Bella was a good kid though. She stayed away from drinking and parties, just like her mother and father expected her too, but...she was a growing girl. While her friends were out having sex at 16 and 17, she was at home studying or practicing routines and work outs. Only recently had her curiosity with porn had started and that was due to a friend of hers. Alexandria had given her a 'gift' for her 17th birthday, a large pink vibrator, that she kept hidden in that oh so old shoe box beneath her bed. It had disgusted her at first but one night when her parents were away...well she was unbelievably aroused. She couldn't help herself and she...gave in. Every night since then, she'd been at it but she'd only found her father's porn stash about a week ago and began her explorations in his bed.

As the images onscreen proceeded, Bella slipped her fingers past the cloth of her shorts, grazing the tips of them over her clit before sliding into her entrance. It was a little uncomfortable, but she never removed her clothing unless she was in her own room. That way if there was some sort of freak occurrence her parents returned early, she could rush back to her room or simply pretend she couldn't sleep and had been looking for them. This night however, she was way too turned on and lost in her actions to hear the car pull up in the drive way. She could feel herself growing closer and closer by the second and her moans grew louder and louder, not quite caring about the volume. She wiggled and writhed beneath the blankets, eyes barely open enough to see the screen. This was so wrong, but she couldn't help it. She'd never felt so aroused in her life and she was aching to release.

Often times, Bella had trouble though. Her toying was never quite enough to climax, though she often got close. It would leave her with a painful hunger that would tease her until morning, in which she'd ignore it till the next night. Tonight, she felt like she might actually cum and cum hard. "god daddy...." she groaned loudly feeling her muscles begin to contract and clench around her fingers, sweat lining her brow as she was about to orgasm. "Daddy's here baby."

Bella's eyes jerked open and she immediately stopped what she was doing. Her core was aching, so very close to release but the pain she would have felt was numbed with shock as she sat up, staring at her father. She nearly fell out of the bed as she quickly clamored out of it, shaking as her cheeks grew red hot. She felt nauseous. "D...d...daddy?" she was stuttering and the silky tank stuck to her lithe form and her shorts had a dark blue tint, thoroughly soaked. The seventeen year old had no idea what to say as she fought to gain a grip on what had just happened. She was masturbating to her father....and now he was here. Yes. She was going to vomit and she held her stomach, trying not to double over. Still in ll of her sickness and terror she couldn't help notice he was still just as fit as he was during his honeymoon. "I...i...just found it...please don't punish me..." she stammered, almost in tears.

 

[CountofTuscany]

A bit too drunk to judge correctly he didn't know how to react back at her. Through his head he ran the image of his girl fingering her self hard and loving it, making him love it. He felt a sick amount of pleasure from it, but that was not the point. Her face though, in complete shock, she was more scared than he was. Alexander turned his head to the TV once more as their was a rough image of him banging his wife, and a few moans could be heard of their pleasure. He sighed and looked down, then back up at Belle. She seemed so innocent, but she had grown into a women, and he wanted to praise that, he had been to late to watch her grow up, it had already all happened, he was saddened by that. "I..." He tried to continue but nothing came to mind. It seemed like both of them had problems tonight, their minds completely blank, but their spirits in a burning fire of passion, for s0me, possibly sick reason, he just pictured him making love with his daughter, and yet it didn't feel sick, it felt great. He turned around turning on the low lights, and turning off the TV. He looked back at her and then back at the wall, her fear was too much for him to do anything, he took off his cloak and placed it over a chair as he always did, and while he was at it he went ahead and shut the door.

"Look honey..." He said finally turning around after fumbling between words and different pictures. "I'm not mad at all," He sat on his bed with his eyes looking at her, "In fact, this is a very good thing. Masturbation is healthy." He said placing his hand over her feet trying to get her to become a bit more relaxed. His eyes darted at her legs, that seemed smooth and pleasant under the low glow, and then at her crotch, where he caught a wet blotch.He supposed she had been so hot, she dripped some of her passion out. "What you saw there. Was..." He said looking at her trying to make a much comfortable face, he began to undue his shirt, and reveal his body. He by no means wanted to rape her, maybe wooing her would be much better, but this was, anyways, to go to sleep. "Your mother and I. In out honeymoon. You see..." He said once he was done to let the shirt loosely fit him, "Your mother and I have lost track of what we once felt. And that collection is just to let go. I guess there is nothing wrong with using it." He said with a smile and sat with his hands behind him for support.

Then he remembered her chants, her moans, her asking for him, and wanting to give it all to her, but he kept himself from going any further. "But..." He stressed to continue, it was hard to talk about what had just happened, "You thinking of me. That... that." He didn't know how to continued, "That is not right. Not at all." Now he looked at her breast, her pussy all wet and back at her in the eyes, "But did it feel right?"

 

[srp_lover75]

"I...""Look honey...""I'm not mad at all," "In fact, this is a very good thing. Masturbation is healthy."

Bella didn't reject to him sitting down and she didn't speak when he spoke. Her mother had taught her when to speak and when not to and now wasn't one of those times. Even if she had been feeling particularly rebellious, she couldn't find her voice to speak. The poor girl was in too much shock. With the tv off and the door shut, it was easier for her to concentrate though. Her mind was racing with thoughts and the girl was desperately racking her brain to find a way out of being punished....and then it hit her. He wasn't mad....he was glad? Since when was masturbating on your parents bed.....to their honeymoon...healthy? The girl couldn't believe what she was hearing and her eyes grew a little wider at her realization. Still, she couldn't get the sounds of her father grunting and moaning on the screen out of her mind, even as she closed her eyes. Her womanhood was still throbbing and aching, having come so close only to be ripped away. "What you saw there. Was..."

As he started to unbutton his shirt, Isabella bit down on her lip hard. If things weren't bad enough already...he had to take his shirt off? Even in the dark, she could see his perfectly formed body, from his broad shoulders down to his washboard abs. I wonder how big he is... Immediately she smacked herself for that one. Awful. She shifted uncomfortably, growing wetter with each button removed. Her dad had already seen her masturbate, but that didn't mean she wanted him to know something as simple as unbottoning a shirt would get her soaked in seconds. Your mother and I. In out honeymoon. You see..." "Your mother and I have lost track of what we once felt. And that collection is just to let go. I guess there is nothing wrong with using it." Bella opened her mouth to speak finally, assuming he was done, but nothing came out. What's a girl supposed to say? Thanks for the porn dad? No no no. He was supposed to punish her for this. But really, she was more than glad he wasn't. She wouldn't have been able to handle it. "But..." "You thinking of me. That... that." "That is not right. Not at all." "But did it feel right?" Did...it feel right? God yes! But...could she tell him that? What if she did? What if she didn't? It was finally her turn to talk and she readjusted herself on the bed, sitting in more of a seated position with her legs outstretched.

"I...I dunno what to say daddy..." she said with a small grimace. It hurt her to think about how embarrassing this all really was. His grunts and groans played in her mind...the sound of him plowing into her mother burned into her brain. Was it wrong she wished she was positioned beneath him in the movie...not her? Was it wrong that the closet you ever got to climaxing was caused and stopped by the same person...your father? "y...yes..it felt so right," Bella's stomach churned. "I...dunno why but I couldn't help it. Just thinking about you made me feel warm and loved...like a daughter should feel about her father...but that movie just...I wanted more...more love and passion...is that so wrong?" she rubbed her head, blushing furiously. "Just seeing and hearing you...well I've always wanted my first time with someone who loves me unconditionally and who better than your father? I've never been so....wet or close to climax before....It sick...I'm sorry..." she bit her lip hard again, trying to stop the tears that started to fall from her face as she put her head in her hands.

 

[CountofTuscany]

He feared the entire time that he was going o mess things up, he face showed how how she was taking this. Here eyes showed the amount of stress over her, and yet her spirit could still maintain her erection, as if this was all meant to be, as if the spirit demanding for the real thing. Her legs came closer to her as she sat up right, so well mannered and behave, that was not his doing. And the fact that it wasn't, the fact that he had missed out on her preteen and teen years was horribly haunting. Ideas of doing this one favor for her, of making everything up for her, he thought that if they just kept it to themselves it would be totally right. Placing his hand softly over her leg as she spoke, caressing her, trying to comfort her as she made the guts to finally speak. Alex himself didn't know what to do right now, the alcohol in him had made him imagine some twisted scenes, where he did everything he ever wanted with a women, but this time with his daughter. Giving her a kiss on the lips, tasting her breast, and even puling her hairs gave him a wild idea. His pants began to tighten a little from the excitement, maybe the fact that it was so wrong made it all the more hot. He looked away, embarrassed himself, and then back at her, confirming that this felt great, because to him it felt just as right.

As she broke the small bit of silence, he looked into her eyes, seeing how afraid she really was because of this. Embarrassment ruled her thoughts at the moment, and he only wanted for her to feel protected and love, loved like no other being on Earth. He let her finish, and he analyzed her words. She was turned on by him, which was a pretty great complement, but now was not the time for bragging. And she expressed how much she felt she had missed out on, this made Alexander feel horrible, he had not been there at all for his baby. His small child, that had now become a women. Her curves, her beast, and especially her legs made her so beautiful, he really wanted to explore her. And image of him giving her the most pleasure she'd ever experienced came around, as he closed his eyes trying to focus. His pants continued to fight back, wanting to feel his daughter also. And he looked up at her as she began to admit how she had never been so hot in all her life, how she was just about to experience a real climax, and apologizing for it. He had only one thing to do tonight, it was clear, and he was going to go on ahead and do it. No looking back, no second thoughts, it was for his daughter, he was going to make this up for her.

"Baby..." He said warmly as he moved over to his side of the bed sitting next to her. He placed one hand around her shoulder and the other around her skinny waist to bring her in against his torso. "It's alright!" He whispered into her ears waiting for her to calm down. There was something in her scent that was also inspiring. "It's fine." He said once more in his low tone, wanting for her to feel the greatest in the world, and for that Alex was obligated to go on. "It should be me who should apologize." He stopped finding the words to exactly say, "I... I haven't been there for you. You've lacked a correct father figure, and I'm so sorry." It truly hurt him to admit this, he suffered inside just like she did, and maybe, just maybe, it was the same type of suffering that would bring them ever so closer together, as close as they could ever become, "Baby," He said after there was a silence, "would you let me make it for you?" He asked pushing her back a little to see her eyes, "Just this once?"

 

[srp_lover75]

The way her father was caressing her leg wasn't helping the situation. Not at all. Well, she had to admit any other time it would have relaxed her, but all it was really doing now was heating her up even more. She closed her eyes, focusing on her breathing though the hair on the back of her neck stood up straight. His touch felt so amazing and all she could imagine was feeling his lips against her skin as he buried himself inside of her. These were horrible thoughts, she shouldn’t have been thinking about this at all, let alone with her own father, but she just couldn’t stop herself. "Baby..." "It's alright!” "It's fine."

Her figure pressed even closer to his and she inhaled deeply. God, he reeked of alcohol, but that really wasn’t uncommon of him. In a way, she was skeptical of her words, knowing more than well he was tipsy, if not completely wasted. No wonder he was taking this all so…comfortably. She had been expecting him to jerk her off the bed, beat her and send her to bed. Ok that was a bit extreme but she expected a punishment of some sort. Who masturbates to their parents porn in their beds? His whisper in her ear forced a shiver down her spine, causing her to moan ever so slightly. If there was one place almost as sensitive as the obvious, it was her ear. Why? She hadn’t a clue but it the feel of his warm breath, no matter how rank, felt incredible.

"It should be me who should apologize." "I... I haven't been there for you. You've lacked a correct father figure, and I'm so sorry." Bella bowed her head, unable to look up at him for a moment as she rested her head on his shoulder. He was right, though not even she wanted to admit it. He hadn’t really been there for her between his job and his alcohol. It wasn’t that she couldn’t understand though. Her mother drove him away 9 times out of 10. They yelled and screamed, but he’d always left before any punches were thrown. She was at least thankful for that. Still, part of her wished she had her childhood back and that he would be in it. “Don’t…apologize…it’s not your fault. I know that,” she murmured softly, pressing her body even tighter against his, like a little girl holding a teddy bear. Bella wasn’t wearing a bra and her still hard nipples were pressed against the side of his chest. Her itty bitty shorts were still sopping wet, the flow of juices still going even as the filthy thoughts began to be replaced with more hurtful ones. "Baby," "would you let me make it for you?" "Just this once?"

The girl blinked as he pushed her back a little, staring deep into his gorgeous eyes. “W…what do you mean ‘make it up’?” she asked timidly, fully aware of her state of arousal again. Bella leaned away from him, unsure of what to do or what he was really asking. Was he asking her to…she swallowed hard, wanting to hear his answer. If he made a move on her, she wouldn't object even though she knew it was wrong. He was finally admitting he’d not been there for her and no matter what, she wasn’t pushing him away for anything.

 

[CountofTuscany]

She seemed defenseless against his touch. His chest felt how her passion turned to heat and was expelled through her skin, and how all of this kept her nipples so very hard. He liked the way they felt, they were not over imposing or over sucked as all the women he had ever slept with, no she was new to this, she would be tight, she was still a virgin, and the thought of this made him all the more interested in her. The scent of her fluids were all over them right now, as her pants could not hold back any more of them, and let them into vision. He looked down at her legs, loving how perfect they seemed, and let his hand rest on her hips. He noticed her wet spots once more, the little he could, and only imagined how wet she could actually be. The love for her daughter was turning into a sick, twisted lust for her, and yet he wanted to give her hat she desired, he wanted to be for her for whatever she needed, whenever she needed it, all he wanted to do was please her, please her until she cummed, and even after that. As the scent of her made him go a little crazy, all he could picture was how he could ride her, how he could please her, and do so many things to her young tight body.

He looked down deep into her eyes, seeing what she was after. He could see through her eyes that her soul yearned for him. Her face showed a badly covered up desire, so twisted, and yet to them it felt so right. Her body was still close to her, but he wanted to get her closer. And now he would try to explain, "Just let me..." He said having a hard time with it. "Let me make you feel real love." Alexander pulled her back closer and kissed her on her head over her bangs adding, "Let me please all your urges." He closed his eyes as his cock grew immensely under his pants. He could not stand any more of it, he wanted to please himself with her also, it was all a blend of too many emotions to question. He pulled her back and wanted to look at her in the eyes when he said the next thing. His face too showed the wish for more, "Let me make you feel," and then he pushed her on her back over the bed. He did not really know how to propose it correctly, but after a few short moments, went down to her ear and dropped the bomb in a low relaxed voice, "What your mother felt in that video."

When he did he lingered over her face staring deeply in her eyes. His hand went from her hip to her lap, slowly rubbing her bare thigh, loving the way it felt. It was so hot, and he swore he had felt a few drops of herself. He looked down at her body, making his cock jump in excitement, it was ready for her, and he was ready to give her his 100%. Looking back at her face, he loved her lips and hair, her nose and eyes, her cheeks, they were all so very perfect, and yet no one had the chance he had to taste them. All he could do is plead above her, wanting to taste every inch of her, all he could think of is making her scream in pleasure, and love her as much as possible. His little girl was not so small, she was a women now, and deserved the love that any women did, it was their right. He slowly leaned in to kiss, but before touching his lips he hovered over them asking, "Please?"...

 

[srp_lover75]

"Just let me..." "Let me make you feel real love." "Let me please all your urges."

He was having difficulty saying it, but Bella already knew where all this was heading and suddenly she was terrified. But not in the way she should have been. Isabella was a bright girl. Sure she was somewhat socially awkward, but she did amazingly well in school and she usually understood what was going on around her pretty well. His choice of words combined with his actions had made it crystal clear that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. The fact that he was her father didn’t scare her as much as it should have…no…it was the fact that she had never had any sexual experience with anyone or anything other than herself. It was sad being seventeen without any interaction with boys or men. What if she screwed everything up? What it she was absolutely terrible and he rejected her because of it? This was her only real chance to get close to him…she couldn’t let something like this drive him away forever.

The feel of his soft lips against her forehead and bangs eased her a little. Still, looking deep into his eyes she couldn’t help but want to please him. Despite their obvious age difference he was still extremely handsome. Sure she found many boys at her school attractive but none compared to him. He was older and much more experienced in all areas of life. His body was much more built and she couldn’t help but glance at his bare chest beneath his open shirt. She wanted to reach out and touch him. She wanted to feel those rippling abs beneath her finger tips and feel his massive length fully penetrate her. Fingers could only go so far but most of all she wanted him to give her her first orgasm. Even in her sessions, she’d never gotten close until tonight. Frankly she was glad he stopped her when she did because now…now the man she loved more than anyone else on the planet wanted to give it to her.

"Let me make you feel," Her back hit the fluff of the bed, the Egyptian cotton pleasing to the few places of skin she had exposed. Bella held her breath unconsciously as he hovered over her. The heat felt as if it had been cranked up a couple of hundred notches. "What your mother felt in that video."

Unable to control herself, Isabella moaned again, his lips so close to her ear and those words. God those words flipped a switch inside of her. The seventeen year old’s heart raced, threatening to burst from her chest and more of her sticky juices overflowed, past her shorts and ran down his thigh as he rubbed it. It was bound to get all over his hands and she blushed knowing she’d always got ridiculously wet…but never like this. It just wouldn’t stop coming and she squirmed slightly beneath him, unable to really find her voice. His lips were centimeters from hers. They felt like opposing magnets as he whispered, begged, softly. "Please?"

How could she deny him, the one man she had ever loved? Bella wanted to please, to pleasure him just as much as he wanted to please and pleasure her. She wanted him to moan her name…to moan her name like he used to moan her mother’s. Running a hand through his soft locks, Bella leaned up connecting their lips with a tender brush, whispering, “alright,” before pressing them together harder and more passionately, her arms slipping around his neck.