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John pulled into the parking lot and slowly cruised through, looking for his daughter's car. Even with his windows up and the AC on, he heard music thumping from inside the bar. He wound between lanes of parked vehicles and finally found her car all the way at the back of the lot, parked under a tree. John didn't want to think of the reasons why Mandy would be parked out of the way, in a darkened section of the lot. As he thought about how she was dressed when she left the house, he was doubly sure he didn't want to know why her car was there. He saw her sitting in her car as he pulled in beside it. He powered his window down.
"Hi Daddy," she said brightly, leaning forward.
John averted his eyes from the deep well of cleavage exposed by her flimsy top. "What's going on?"
"The car won't start. It won't do anything at all when I turn the key."
"Sounds like a dead battery. Let me check it out."
John climbed out of the car just in time to get a glimpse of his daughter exiting her lower vehicle. Her super-short denim skirt was right in her lap and he saw the white flash of panties. Her tits jiggled in her top, which left a wide swatch of tanned tummy exposed above her skirt. Feelings stirred in John, feelings he tried to fight back. The humid night hit him right away.
They exchanged places, with John sitting in his daughter's little compact. He was a big man and felt cramped, even with the seat pushed all the way back. He turned the key, which was answered by a hollow clicking.
"What do you think, Daddy?" Mandy asked, leaning into the car.
"Uh, there's no charge, Mandy. This thing is dead." John glanced to the side and his daughter's tanned cleavage was right in his face. He saw all the way down to the frilly lace of her bra. He stared longer than he should have before shifting his eyes away.
"Can you fix it?"
"I'll try to jump you."
"Sounds great!" she exclaimed.
"Don't get your hopes up. It sounds pretty dead," he said, turning to climb out of the car.
"You'll take care of me. I know it."
Mandy stepped back to let her father by, but he still had to brush against her, and she pressed into him when he did. That battery better be dead, she thought. I put enough effort into running it down! She'd felt her father staring at her tits and his awkwardness told her it had the intended effect. He was noticing her more and more. Mandy knew she had him. She just had to make a move. She didn't see her father doing it first. Mandy hoped he was as weak as her mother. Mom gave in the second Davey put the moves on her, and Mandy knew it wasn't all about the Molly they'd fed her. Their mother loved fucking her son. Davey was probably fucking their mother again at that very moment. Mandy just knew her dad would be just as into fucking her.
John fished out the jumper cable from his trunk and repositioned his truck. Mandy hovered close by and he wished he'd give him some space. He had a little relief from fucking his wife just before he left to rescue Mandy but being so close to his sexy daughter was having an effect on him. Why did she have to stay so close? It really did feel like Mandy was teasing him, but that was insane. Even if Mandy was into older men, she couldn't possibly be into him. John hooked the cars together and instructed Mandy to get into her car and turn the key.
Mandy did not get into her car, but bent over and reached in, giving her dad the perfect view of her ass, well aware her skirt barely covered it. She gave her butt a little wiggle when she turned the key. Mandy was disappointed when her engine almost caught, but it did not start. She needed time alone with her father. It wouldn't do for him to jump start her car and leave. She cranked the key again and nothing at all happened the second time.
John was so busy staring at his daughter's ass he almost didn't notice her car didn't start. She had a nice round ass like her mother, but Mandy was only 21, so her ass was nice and tight. John's cock ached as he stared at his daughter's sweet ass. Damn, why are you doing this to me? He swore she wiggled her ass for him, and John got another glimpse of white panty.
"Mandy! Stop!" John called out, his voice a croak. She cranked it one more time and he waved his arms and shouted again. "Stop!"
"Sorry, Daddy, didn't you want me to do that?"
John almost couldn't answer. He swallowed hard and said, "That battery is pretty shot. I'll let my truck run for a minute and see if it charges you up at all, but I don't know."
"Okay. Thanks for coming for me," she said.
"Uh, yeah. I'm getting in my truck. It's hot out here."
"Good idea, Daddy."
John was hoping she would stay outside, but just as he got in, Mandy climbed in on the passenger side, flashing all kind of skin he shouldn't be seeing. He had a full-size SUV but being in there alone with his daughter made it suddenly feel cramped.
"I hope I didn't interrupt anything important," she said.
"Your mom and I were just Anadolu Yakası Escort (http://www.34nda.com/) watching TV," answered, thinking about how Carol was riding him when the phone first rang. He did not last long with his wife, because his daughter was on his mind.
"That's sweet. I'm sorry I interrupted your romantic evening."
"I didn't say it was romantic."
"Come on, I know you and Mom still have the spark. The walls in our house aren't that thick. I think it's cool."
Mandy savored the looked on her father's face. It was true, she'd heard her parents having sex, but only a couple times, and she didn't hear anything very exciting?just her dad grunting and her mother moaning. It was much hotter watching her brother fuck her mother.
"I don't want to hear about that," John replied, feeling a mix of pride and confusion. He really didn't think he and Carol were that loud.
"Seriously, Mom's lucky to have a guy like you. I'll need to ask her secret to getting you so I can too."
"What?" John choked the word out.
"I want to get a guy just like you. I'm done with jerks like the guy tonight."
"You were on a date? Do I know this boy?" John was eager to change the topic.
"No, he's a guy I just met at work, but he's a jerk. He thought just because he bought me a drink or two I was going to blow him in the parking lot. I mean, I'm not that cheap."
"Mandy, don't tell me this stuff. You're going to give me a heart attack."
"Aren't you happy to know I'm not the type of girl who gives random blow jobs in parking lots?"
"I, uh, uhm, yeah, I guess so. I don't think you should be doing that at all. Or going to bars."
"I'm not a virgin, Daddy. And girls have ways of getting into bars."
"I know, but I don't have to like it."
"I promise I'm not easy, Daddy."
"Mandy, we really don't need to talk about this."
"I just don't want you to think I'm a slut."
"I know you're not," John replied, even though all he could picture was his pretty daughter on her knees, mouth full of cock. He didn't want to think she was that kind of girl, but he was pretty sure that Mandy was.
"Mom wasn't a slut when you met her, was she?"
"Mandy! Don't talk about your mother that way."
"I'm saying she wasn't a slut, not that she is. I'm just saying I want to be like Mom. I want you to see me like Mom." Mandy grabbed her father's arm and he pulled back like the touch burned him.
"I'd better check your car."
John jumped out of the car, even though it was hard to walk with the stiff one he had in his cargo shorts. He took a deep breath of the humid air, but it didn't clear his head. What the hell was Mandy up to? There was no way this was random or accidental. John was sure his daughter was coming onto him and he had no idea what to do. He knew what he had to do. He just prayed he had the strength to do the right thing. He also prayed that Mandy's car would start so he could get away from her, but of course it didn't. He cursed and smacked the steering wheel. You're going to get through this, he told himself. Just stay firm and put her in her place. You're the adult. She's your daughter. Stay in control.
Mandy watched her father lock up her car and stow the jumper cables in the rear of the SUV. It was now or never. He was going to want to leave. She reminded herself that Davey was successful with their mother. Davey's fucking her right now, she thought. She sat up in her seat and pulled her top down, exposing even more cleavage. She turned in the seat to face the driver's side, knowing her skirt was pushed up. She brushed her long brown hair back and pasted on a smile. The SUV shifted as her father climbed in.
"It's not going to start. We'll have to get a battery and come back tomorrow," John said.
"Oh well. Thanks for being my hero, Daddy."
Mandy threw herself at her father and hugged him tightly, practically climbing over the center console and onto his lap. He went stiff and she rubbed herself against him, until he took her by the arms and moved her back.
"What's wrong, Daddy?"
"I don't know what's going on, Mandy, but you have to stop."
"What do you mean?"
"You know...the way you're acting. Something's up, and I don't know what it is, but it's got to stop."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"All of this weird talk, talking about being a slut, talking about me and your mother. And the way you've been dressing..."
"What are you saying, Daddy?" Mandy replied, with mock indignation. "Are you saying I'm dressed bad? Do you think I was asking for it tonight?"
"That's not what I mean!" Shit, now what? he thought.
"That's what it sounds like. Because I like to look pretty that means I'm asking for sex? Maybe I should go back into the bar. He might still be there. I can give him what he wants."
"Stop it, Mandy. I was not saying that. I'm not saying you're a whore. You've just been acting weird lately. It's like..."
"Like Bostancı Escort (http://www.34rty.com/) what, John?" She pointedly did not call him daddy. She felt bad being so confrontational, but she knew she had to push him. Getting her father in bed wasn't going to be as easy as some Molly, a few glasses of wine and a massage. She had to corner him. "What's it like?"
"I don't know. It's like you're coming on to me! It's weird! I don't know what to do!"
"So, you've been looking at me? You've been thinking about me?"
"I didn't say that."
"You said I've been coming on to you and you don't know what to do. That's means you've been thinking about it."
"Mandy..." John said helplessly. He wanted to shift the SUV into drive and just go.
Mandy stared at his crotch. He was big like his son and there was no hiding what he had going on. She kept staring and said, "I can tell you've noticed me. It's okay, Daddy. I don't blame you."
"What? You don't?"
"No. It's flattering. You're a handsome man, Daddy. I told you I want a special guy like you, so I'm glad the number one man in my life has noticed me. I wouldn't say I was coming on to you, but I guess I wanted you to notice me. I'm not a little girl anymore."
"No, you're not."
"I see how you look at me sometimes. Tonight."
"Mandy, I'm sorry." John didn't know why he was on the defensive. If he was hearing her right, Mandy was trying to seduce him, or at least get his attention. But that didn't mean he had to react. What kind of father was he?
"Don't be sorry. I told you. I'm not a little girl anymore, and I like to be noticed. I like that you look at me the way you look at Mom." She sat up on her knees, moving closer to her father, who had nowhere to retreat.
"Mandy, none of this is appropriate and it has to stop now. Maybe you wanted my attention, and maybe you got it, but it can't go any further than that. You have to know that."
"All I know is that I made you hard, Daddy, and I'm proud. Do you want to see more?"
"What?"
"It's okay, really. I want you to see me. Look at me, Daddy."
Mandy whipped the top over her head and let it drop into the footwell. Her round, firm tits heaved at her bra and her father gaped at them as she thrust her chest forward at him. The blue lace trimming the cups barely concealed her nipples. Her father's hungry gaze on her firm young flesh made Mandy's cunt tighten as it soaked her panties.
"Put your shirt back on," John directed, a tremble in his voice. He couldn't believe his sweet girl was doing this to him. What the hell was wrong with her?
"I don't think you want me to. I think you like what you see, Daddy."
"That doesn't matter."
"It does to me."
Mandy leaned over the console and draped herself over her father wrapping her arms around his neck. She kissed his cheek when he tried to move away from her. He pulled one of her arms free and she twisted away, planting her hand on his crotch. He grabbed her wrist hard enough to hurt and tried to pull her hand away, but Mandy wasn't giving in. She grabbed his package. If he pulled her hand off, it was going to hurt him.
"Mandy, stop..."
"I don't want to. And I don't think you want me to either, Daddy. It's okay, I want this to happen. You're not taking advantage of me. I'm a big girl now and I know what I want."
No shit, he thought. If anyone was being forced, it was him. His daughter didn't force him to get hard, but she was the one pushing this. John wanted to get away. He wanted to stop her, but he was afraid of really hurting her if he got too rough. That was what John told himself. And she was rubbing his cock through his shorts and it felt too damned good. John wanted to do the right thing, but his sexy daughter was hard to resist. By the way she rubbed him, she obviously knew her way around a cock. He involuntarily groaned and loosened his grip on her wrist.
"That's it, Daddy. There's no reason to fight it. This is something we both want."
Mandy kissed her way down the side of his neck, enjoying the feel of his stubble against her soft skin. Her father was a real man and that's what she needed. She swore she felt him growing as she rubbed him and she wanted his shorts out of the way. The canvas belt on the cargo shorts was tough, giving her father a last chance to complain.
"Come on, Mandy. We should stop. Think about your mother," John weakly complained.
"I think Mom has her hands full. I'm not worried about her." Mandy smirked, but her dad couldn't see it.
She got his cock out and wrapped her fist around it. Mandy couldn't believe how fat her daddy's cock was. He wasn't as long as her brother Davey, but damn was he thick. Her mother was probably used to it now, but Mandy wondered how she took it when her parents first started fucking. She couldn't wait to feel her father stretch her out.
"Damn, Daddy. You're so big. Mom is a lucky girl."
"Mandy..."
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"Shit, Mandy...no..."
"Yes, Daddy. You know you're going to fuck me. There's nothing stopping us now."
"Damn you, girl..."
"Touch me, Daddy. I need you to touch me. Please, Daddy."
Something snapped in John. His daughter's hand felt too damned good on his cock and he just couldn't fight her anymore. He turned in the seat and touched her tits. God, those tits were nice. He didn't know they were so big. When was the last time he felt 21-year-old tits? He didn't know Carol when she was 21, but he remembered when her tits were that perfect. They were still damned good. Mandy's tits pushed up and out as he massaged them and her hard pink nipples popped free. They were puffy and perfect too. His fingers brushed her nipples and she cooed in his ear.
"I like that, Daddy, but you don't have to be so gentle. I'm not going to break," she whispered, sucking on his earlobe.
Mandy cried out when her father pinched her nipples and she kissed him hard. She bit his bottom lip and forced her tongue into his mouth. He began mauling her tits and she moaned into their heated kiss. She pulled the bra straps from her shoulders and folded her bra down, exposing herself to him completely. His big hands covered her tits, sculpting them. Mandy tingled everywhere, but it all centered on her pussy. She really wanted to taste her father's cock, but she needed to fuck him. She didn't want to risk him coming in her mouth. Besides, there'd be plenty of time for that later. Mandy would should daddy how she could swallow every last drop. She wondered if her mother swallowed. Did Mom still suck Daddy at all?
"You have me so wet, Daddy. I want my sexy daddy so much," she moaned.
"You don't fucking stop, do you girl?" John grunted. It was getting easier to forget she was his daughter. The way her hand milked his cock was magical and he thought he might shoot all over her hand. How many guys had his daughter jerked off? He bet the number was big. She moved further from the daughter and closer to the little whore column.
"Feel how much I want you."
Mandy took his hand and put it up her skirt, but John didn't fight her much. He was shocked to find how soaked her panties were when he'd hardly touched her. He squeezed and Mandy moaned, pushing hard against his hand. He pressed harder, wedging her panties up into the cleft between her lips.
"You're so damned wet, Mandy," he marveled.
"It's because of you, Daddy. You make me so wet."
"You know you shouldn't tell me those things."
"But it's true. I can't help it."
"You're a bad girl, aren't you?"
"Yes, Daddy. I'm your bad girl. Wait until you see how bad I can really be."
Mandy was on fire. She felt like she would just die if she didn't fuck her father soon. In a swift, practiced move, she hopped over the console and straddled her father. Her arms went right around his neck and she kissed him, grinding her soaked panties against his thick shaft. He groaned and kneaded her ass, pushing her into him. Panting, she pulled back from the kiss and shoved his face at her tits. Her father dove right in, kissing the firm mounds and capturing her tender nipple. His tongue lashed at it and she cried out.
"Oh, Daddy! That's so good!"
John's big hands were on her sides, pushing her tits up at him. He didn't care if it was his daughter. He wanted to suck on those perfect, firm titties all night. He'd always been a tit man, and now that he had the chance to play with such a sweet set again he didn't want to give it up. John showered Mandy's tits with kisses, and the more his daughter moaned, the more he sucked and nibbled those sweet nips. His daughter's moans made his cock throb. John was disgusted with himself when he realized that turning on his daughter was arousing him?but it didn't stop him. He dealt by shifting blame to his daughter. She seduced him. He told himself he wasn't to blame for reacting as any man would. He needed that self-justification.
"I need you, Daddy. I need you now!" Mandy announced. Her father's attentions felt amazing. He knew just how to suck and tease her, just as she knew he would. He was a man, not some fumbling boy. And he was her father. She belonged to him, she decided. She was meant to fuck him.
"You do, don't you, girl?" he replied, still worshipping her young tits.
"Yes!"
"Damn it, Mandy. You are a little whore."
Her father's words both stung and enflamed her. She knew he probably had to tell himself that, but it still hurt a little to have her father call her a whore. And yet, it was dirty and sexy and just what the dark part of her soul wanted. It was that part of her that drove Mandy to fuck her father in the first place. It was that part of her that made her grab her brother's cock that fateful day.
Mandy rose up just enough to grab her father's cock and push the tip against her cunt. Luckily, she had some experience with sex in cars and easily moved her panties to the side, allowing his fat head to stretch her lips open. Her father had the thickest cock she'd ever had by far, and as wet as she was, Mandy still felt like he was going to tear her open.
"Hi Daddy," she said brightly, leaning forward.
John averted his eyes from the deep well of cleavage exposed by her flimsy top. "What's going on?"
"The car won't start. It won't do anything at all when I turn the key."
"Sounds like a dead battery. Let me check it out."
John climbed out of the car just in time to get a glimpse of his daughter exiting her lower vehicle. Her super-short denim skirt was right in her lap and he saw the white flash of panties. Her tits jiggled in her top, which left a wide swatch of tanned tummy exposed above her skirt. Feelings stirred in John, feelings he tried to fight back. The humid night hit him right away.
They exchanged places, with John sitting in his daughter's little compact. He was a big man and felt cramped, even with the seat pushed all the way back. He turned the key, which was answered by a hollow clicking.
"What do you think, Daddy?" Mandy asked, leaning into the car.
"Uh, there's no charge, Mandy. This thing is dead." John glanced to the side and his daughter's tanned cleavage was right in his face. He saw all the way down to the frilly lace of her bra. He stared longer than he should have before shifting his eyes away.
"Can you fix it?"
"I'll try to jump you."
"Sounds great!" she exclaimed.
"Don't get your hopes up. It sounds pretty dead," he said, turning to climb out of the car.
"You'll take care of me. I know it."
Mandy stepped back to let her father by, but he still had to brush against her, and she pressed into him when he did. That battery better be dead, she thought. I put enough effort into running it down! She'd felt her father staring at her tits and his awkwardness told her it had the intended effect. He was noticing her more and more. Mandy knew she had him. She just had to make a move. She didn't see her father doing it first. Mandy hoped he was as weak as her mother. Mom gave in the second Davey put the moves on her, and Mandy knew it wasn't all about the Molly they'd fed her. Their mother loved fucking her son. Davey was probably fucking their mother again at that very moment. Mandy just knew her dad would be just as into fucking her.
John fished out the jumper cable from his trunk and repositioned his truck. Mandy hovered close by and he wished he'd give him some space. He had a little relief from fucking his wife just before he left to rescue Mandy but being so close to his sexy daughter was having an effect on him. Why did she have to stay so close? It really did feel like Mandy was teasing him, but that was insane. Even if Mandy was into older men, she couldn't possibly be into him. John hooked the cars together and instructed Mandy to get into her car and turn the key.
Mandy did not get into her car, but bent over and reached in, giving her dad the perfect view of her ass, well aware her skirt barely covered it. She gave her butt a little wiggle when she turned the key. Mandy was disappointed when her engine almost caught, but it did not start. She needed time alone with her father. It wouldn't do for him to jump start her car and leave. She cranked the key again and nothing at all happened the second time.
John was so busy staring at his daughter's ass he almost didn't notice her car didn't start. She had a nice round ass like her mother, but Mandy was only 21, so her ass was nice and tight. John's cock ached as he stared at his daughter's sweet ass. Damn, why are you doing this to me? He swore she wiggled her ass for him, and John got another glimpse of white panty.
"Mandy! Stop!" John called out, his voice a croak. She cranked it one more time and he waved his arms and shouted again. "Stop!"
"Sorry, Daddy, didn't you want me to do that?"
John almost couldn't answer. He swallowed hard and said, "That battery is pretty shot. I'll let my truck run for a minute and see if it charges you up at all, but I don't know."
"Okay. Thanks for coming for me," she said.
"Uh, yeah. I'm getting in my truck. It's hot out here."
"Good idea, Daddy."
John was hoping she would stay outside, but just as he got in, Mandy climbed in on the passenger side, flashing all kind of skin he shouldn't be seeing. He had a full-size SUV but being in there alone with his daughter made it suddenly feel cramped.
"I hope I didn't interrupt anything important," she said.
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"That's sweet. I'm sorry I interrupted your romantic evening."
"I didn't say it was romantic."
"Come on, I know you and Mom still have the spark. The walls in our house aren't that thick. I think it's cool."
Mandy savored the looked on her father's face. It was true, she'd heard her parents having sex, but only a couple times, and she didn't hear anything very exciting?just her dad grunting and her mother moaning. It was much hotter watching her brother fuck her mother.
"I don't want to hear about that," John replied, feeling a mix of pride and confusion. He really didn't think he and Carol were that loud.
"Seriously, Mom's lucky to have a guy like you. I'll need to ask her secret to getting you so I can too."
"What?" John choked the word out.
"I want to get a guy just like you. I'm done with jerks like the guy tonight."
"You were on a date? Do I know this boy?" John was eager to change the topic.
"No, he's a guy I just met at work, but he's a jerk. He thought just because he bought me a drink or two I was going to blow him in the parking lot. I mean, I'm not that cheap."
"Mandy, don't tell me this stuff. You're going to give me a heart attack."
"Aren't you happy to know I'm not the type of girl who gives random blow jobs in parking lots?"
"I, uh, uhm, yeah, I guess so. I don't think you should be doing that at all. Or going to bars."
"I'm not a virgin, Daddy. And girls have ways of getting into bars."
"I know, but I don't have to like it."
"I promise I'm not easy, Daddy."
"Mandy, we really don't need to talk about this."
"I just don't want you to think I'm a slut."
"I know you're not," John replied, even though all he could picture was his pretty daughter on her knees, mouth full of cock. He didn't want to think she was that kind of girl, but he was pretty sure that Mandy was.
"Mom wasn't a slut when you met her, was she?"
"Mandy! Don't talk about your mother that way."
"I'm saying she wasn't a slut, not that she is. I'm just saying I want to be like Mom. I want you to see me like Mom." Mandy grabbed her father's arm and he pulled back like the touch burned him.
"I'd better check your car."
John jumped out of the car, even though it was hard to walk with the stiff one he had in his cargo shorts. He took a deep breath of the humid air, but it didn't clear his head. What the hell was Mandy up to? There was no way this was random or accidental. John was sure his daughter was coming onto him and he had no idea what to do. He knew what he had to do. He just prayed he had the strength to do the right thing. He also prayed that Mandy's car would start so he could get away from her, but of course it didn't. He cursed and smacked the steering wheel. You're going to get through this, he told himself. Just stay firm and put her in her place. You're the adult. She's your daughter. Stay in control.
Mandy watched her father lock up her car and stow the jumper cables in the rear of the SUV. It was now or never. He was going to want to leave. She reminded herself that Davey was successful with their mother. Davey's fucking her right now, she thought. She sat up in her seat and pulled her top down, exposing even more cleavage. She turned in the seat to face the driver's side, knowing her skirt was pushed up. She brushed her long brown hair back and pasted on a smile. The SUV shifted as her father climbed in.
"It's not going to start. We'll have to get a battery and come back tomorrow," John said.
"Oh well. Thanks for being my hero, Daddy."
Mandy threw herself at her father and hugged him tightly, practically climbing over the center console and onto his lap. He went stiff and she rubbed herself against him, until he took her by the arms and moved her back.
"What's wrong, Daddy?"
"I don't know what's going on, Mandy, but you have to stop."
"What do you mean?"
"You know...the way you're acting. Something's up, and I don't know what it is, but it's got to stop."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"All of this weird talk, talking about being a slut, talking about me and your mother. And the way you've been dressing..."
"What are you saying, Daddy?" Mandy replied, with mock indignation. "Are you saying I'm dressed bad? Do you think I was asking for it tonight?"
"That's not what I mean!" Shit, now what? he thought.
"That's what it sounds like. Because I like to look pretty that means I'm asking for sex? Maybe I should go back into the bar. He might still be there. I can give him what he wants."
"Stop it, Mandy. I was not saying that. I'm not saying you're a whore. You've just been acting weird lately. It's like..."
"Like Bostancı Escort (http://www.34rty.com/) what, John?" She pointedly did not call him daddy. She felt bad being so confrontational, but she knew she had to push him. Getting her father in bed wasn't going to be as easy as some Molly, a few glasses of wine and a massage. She had to corner him. "What's it like?"
"I don't know. It's like you're coming on to me! It's weird! I don't know what to do!"
"So, you've been looking at me? You've been thinking about me?"
"I didn't say that."
"You said I've been coming on to you and you don't know what to do. That's means you've been thinking about it."
"Mandy..." John said helplessly. He wanted to shift the SUV into drive and just go.
Mandy stared at his crotch. He was big like his son and there was no hiding what he had going on. She kept staring and said, "I can tell you've noticed me. It's okay, Daddy. I don't blame you."
"What? You don't?"
"No. It's flattering. You're a handsome man, Daddy. I told you I want a special guy like you, so I'm glad the number one man in my life has noticed me. I wouldn't say I was coming on to you, but I guess I wanted you to notice me. I'm not a little girl anymore."
"No, you're not."
"I see how you look at me sometimes. Tonight."
"Mandy, I'm sorry." John didn't know why he was on the defensive. If he was hearing her right, Mandy was trying to seduce him, or at least get his attention. But that didn't mean he had to react. What kind of father was he?
"Don't be sorry. I told you. I'm not a little girl anymore, and I like to be noticed. I like that you look at me the way you look at Mom." She sat up on her knees, moving closer to her father, who had nowhere to retreat.
"Mandy, none of this is appropriate and it has to stop now. Maybe you wanted my attention, and maybe you got it, but it can't go any further than that. You have to know that."
"All I know is that I made you hard, Daddy, and I'm proud. Do you want to see more?"
"What?"
"It's okay, really. I want you to see me. Look at me, Daddy."
Mandy whipped the top over her head and let it drop into the footwell. Her round, firm tits heaved at her bra and her father gaped at them as she thrust her chest forward at him. The blue lace trimming the cups barely concealed her nipples. Her father's hungry gaze on her firm young flesh made Mandy's cunt tighten as it soaked her panties.
"Put your shirt back on," John directed, a tremble in his voice. He couldn't believe his sweet girl was doing this to him. What the hell was wrong with her?
"I don't think you want me to. I think you like what you see, Daddy."
"That doesn't matter."
"It does to me."
Mandy leaned over the console and draped herself over her father wrapping her arms around his neck. She kissed his cheek when he tried to move away from her. He pulled one of her arms free and she twisted away, planting her hand on his crotch. He grabbed her wrist hard enough to hurt and tried to pull her hand away, but Mandy wasn't giving in. She grabbed his package. If he pulled her hand off, it was going to hurt him.
"Mandy, stop..."
"I don't want to. And I don't think you want me to either, Daddy. It's okay, I want this to happen. You're not taking advantage of me. I'm a big girl now and I know what I want."
No shit, he thought. If anyone was being forced, it was him. His daughter didn't force him to get hard, but she was the one pushing this. John wanted to get away. He wanted to stop her, but he was afraid of really hurting her if he got too rough. That was what John told himself. And she was rubbing his cock through his shorts and it felt too damned good. John wanted to do the right thing, but his sexy daughter was hard to resist. By the way she rubbed him, she obviously knew her way around a cock. He involuntarily groaned and loosened his grip on her wrist.
"That's it, Daddy. There's no reason to fight it. This is something we both want."
Mandy kissed her way down the side of his neck, enjoying the feel of his stubble against her soft skin. Her father was a real man and that's what she needed. She swore she felt him growing as she rubbed him and she wanted his shorts out of the way. The canvas belt on the cargo shorts was tough, giving her father a last chance to complain.
"Come on, Mandy. We should stop. Think about your mother," John weakly complained.
"I think Mom has her hands full. I'm not worried about her." Mandy smirked, but her dad couldn't see it.
She got his cock out and wrapped her fist around it. Mandy couldn't believe how fat her daddy's cock was. He wasn't as long as her brother Davey, but damn was he thick. Her mother was probably used to it now, but Mandy wondered how she took it when her parents first started fucking. She couldn't wait to feel her father stretch her out.
"Damn, Daddy. You're so big. Mom is a lucky girl."
"Mandy..."
"I can't want to feel you stuff this Erenköy Escort (http://www.34rty.com/) thing inside me." She gripped him tighter, slowly stroking.
"Shit, Mandy...no..."
"Yes, Daddy. You know you're going to fuck me. There's nothing stopping us now."
"Damn you, girl..."
"Touch me, Daddy. I need you to touch me. Please, Daddy."
Something snapped in John. His daughter's hand felt too damned good on his cock and he just couldn't fight her anymore. He turned in the seat and touched her tits. God, those tits were nice. He didn't know they were so big. When was the last time he felt 21-year-old tits? He didn't know Carol when she was 21, but he remembered when her tits were that perfect. They were still damned good. Mandy's tits pushed up and out as he massaged them and her hard pink nipples popped free. They were puffy and perfect too. His fingers brushed her nipples and she cooed in his ear.
"I like that, Daddy, but you don't have to be so gentle. I'm not going to break," she whispered, sucking on his earlobe.
Mandy cried out when her father pinched her nipples and she kissed him hard. She bit his bottom lip and forced her tongue into his mouth. He began mauling her tits and she moaned into their heated kiss. She pulled the bra straps from her shoulders and folded her bra down, exposing herself to him completely. His big hands covered her tits, sculpting them. Mandy tingled everywhere, but it all centered on her pussy. She really wanted to taste her father's cock, but she needed to fuck him. She didn't want to risk him coming in her mouth. Besides, there'd be plenty of time for that later. Mandy would should daddy how she could swallow every last drop. She wondered if her mother swallowed. Did Mom still suck Daddy at all?
"You have me so wet, Daddy. I want my sexy daddy so much," she moaned.
"You don't fucking stop, do you girl?" John grunted. It was getting easier to forget she was his daughter. The way her hand milked his cock was magical and he thought he might shoot all over her hand. How many guys had his daughter jerked off? He bet the number was big. She moved further from the daughter and closer to the little whore column.
"Feel how much I want you."
Mandy took his hand and put it up her skirt, but John didn't fight her much. He was shocked to find how soaked her panties were when he'd hardly touched her. He squeezed and Mandy moaned, pushing hard against his hand. He pressed harder, wedging her panties up into the cleft between her lips.
"You're so damned wet, Mandy," he marveled.
"It's because of you, Daddy. You make me so wet."
"You know you shouldn't tell me those things."
"But it's true. I can't help it."
"You're a bad girl, aren't you?"
"Yes, Daddy. I'm your bad girl. Wait until you see how bad I can really be."
Mandy was on fire. She felt like she would just die if she didn't fuck her father soon. In a swift, practiced move, she hopped over the console and straddled her father. Her arms went right around his neck and she kissed him, grinding her soaked panties against his thick shaft. He groaned and kneaded her ass, pushing her into him. Panting, she pulled back from the kiss and shoved his face at her tits. Her father dove right in, kissing the firm mounds and capturing her tender nipple. His tongue lashed at it and she cried out.
"Oh, Daddy! That's so good!"
John's big hands were on her sides, pushing her tits up at him. He didn't care if it was his daughter. He wanted to suck on those perfect, firm titties all night. He'd always been a tit man, and now that he had the chance to play with such a sweet set again he didn't want to give it up. John showered Mandy's tits with kisses, and the more his daughter moaned, the more he sucked and nibbled those sweet nips. His daughter's moans made his cock throb. John was disgusted with himself when he realized that turning on his daughter was arousing him?but it didn't stop him. He dealt by shifting blame to his daughter. She seduced him. He told himself he wasn't to blame for reacting as any man would. He needed that self-justification.
"I need you, Daddy. I need you now!" Mandy announced. Her father's attentions felt amazing. He knew just how to suck and tease her, just as she knew he would. He was a man, not some fumbling boy. And he was her father. She belonged to him, she decided. She was meant to fuck him.
"You do, don't you, girl?" he replied, still worshipping her young tits.
"Yes!"
"Damn it, Mandy. You are a little whore."
Her father's words both stung and enflamed her. She knew he probably had to tell himself that, but it still hurt a little to have her father call her a whore. And yet, it was dirty and sexy and just what the dark part of her soul wanted. It was that part of her that drove Mandy to fuck her father in the first place. It was that part of her that made her grab her brother's cock that fateful day.
Mandy rose up just enough to grab her father's cock and push the tip against her cunt. Luckily, she had some experience with sex in cars and easily moved her panties to the side, allowing his fat head to stretch her lips open. Her father had the thickest cock she'd ever had by far, and as wet as she was, Mandy still felt like he was going to tear her open.