Horny all day since he saw her. Tori was his daughter’s best friend. Only eighteen years old but hotter than fuck. How was he to know she was in there? How could he know she would be naked? It took only a few seconds to realize that she was masturbating. He froze in his tracks, unable to look away. Her tight young ass was firm and white contrasting with her tanned legs and back as she leaned away over the vanity.
He watched her body tremble in orgasm as she pushed three fingers, knuckle deep into her sweet pussy. Her juices trailed down between her thighs. She moaned words incomprehensible while she quaked. Her platinum hair streaked with hints of lavender fell over her shoulders and down to her ass. Her feet wide, Terry could clearly see her fingers disappearing inside again and again.
“Uncle Terry,” she moaned.
He was taken aback. He wasn’t really her uncle, but that’s what she called him. She was fantasizing about him. His dick, already hard, turned to a piece of cold steel after he heard that.
“Tori,” his daughter called from the shower that he hadn’t noticed running, “That’s fucking sick. Forget about my dad and get me a towel.”
Startled, Terry backed out, quietly pulling the door shut. Shaking his head, he walked to his bedroom, absently pushing the door to. It took him a half second to shed his shorts and boxers as he walked to his bed. His cock was throbbing and he needed to do something about it. Laying back, eyes closed, Terry pictured Victoria, or Tori as they called her, in her cheerleader uniform like he had seen her so many times, her body twirled and bent into poses and cheers. He gripped his shaft tightly and stroked it.
The urgency of his need was interrupted by two voices from the hall, looking up in time to see his daughter pass by his partially opened door. She seemed not to notice, but when Tori passed he saw her eyes grow wide as she paused. That’s when he exploded, cum leaping straight up from his cock into the air. She saw it and smiled. Another then another followed by several more shot into the air and splashed onto his naked body.
He watched Tori smile as she watched him stroke his cock. She never looked him in the eye but just at his long, bent cock that was now covered, as well as his hand and belly, in thick, white cum.
“Tori,” Roni, yelled, “We have to get to the pep rally.”
“Sorry,” Tori called, “I dropped my brush,” then rushed from view. She had seen it before, though she never talked about it. Remembering that night, only four months ago, when she spied on him and her mother. She thought of him lying on his back as her mother rode him. She remembered the way it curved downward when she climbed off and then began to sixty-nine. She still couldn’t believe that her mother could swallow his long, thick shaft the way she did.
Roni also remembered how dirty she felt after masturbating to the picture of her daddy’s dick in her head. She thought about how powerful her orgasm felt when she fantasized about sucking his cum from his huge cock. She couldn’t help but want to feel him inside her pussy and wondered if she could take all of him in. She thought often, after seeing him, of ways to make it happen.
Hearing his daughter’s bedroom door slam shut, Terry crept down the hall and heard Tori tell Roni that she had caught a glimpse of him through the door, “He was getting dressed,” she said, “His dick is huge.”
“Too much information,” Roni said as her dad hurried to the bathroom to clean up.
His cock remained hard while he let the shower cleanse the nasty from his body. In his forties, it had been years since he had maintained an erection of that caliber, still worked up by the fact that a hot teenage girl like Tori wanted him,
Terry started to stroke his cock again. No work that day and his wife out of town, he took advantage of his alone time. Ten minutes of fantasy and hard stroking and he was ready to blow again. It started in his thighs a foot below his balls, working up through his groin and into his churning balls. There was no stopping it when he heard the knock on the bathroom door, “Dad,” Roni called, “We are going to the pep rally.”
“Okay,” he managed to grunt as his cock spurted long strands of semen onto the tile of the shower wall, “Drive carefully.”
“You alright in there?” She asked, “You sound funny.”
“Taking a dump,” he answered, lying through the pleasure of his second orgasm.
“Too much information,” she spat.
Leaning against the back wall, he closed his eyes and let the hot water soothe his body, his cock still twitching and bouncing to the beat of his pounding heart. After catching his breath, Terry opened his eyes to see thick gobs of cum clinging to the shower wall. He gathered himself and rinsed it away with the handheld, watching it swirl around the drain before it was gone.
After drying his body, he noticed a pile of dirty clothes the girls had left in the hamper. Knowing the house was empty he tossed his cummy shorts and boxers in and walked it to the washroom. Detergent, fabric softener, scent blaster beads, and finally the clothes. Shorts and boxers were first in then a tank top and there they were. Picking up the tiny piece of material, he held it up to see an inch-wide and three-inch-long piece of pink cloth connected by three pieces of thread. He couldn’t help but take a sniff.
The aroma of young pussy is like nothing else. His middle-aged cock was again beginning to stir. Another deep sniff and then it hit him. Were these Tori’s panties or did they belong to Roni? Was he sniffing his daughter’s pussy. Taking another look, he couldn’t tell. Both girls were the same age and size. He looked down into the hamper to see a pair of shorts but that offered no help. They too could belong to either girl.
His cock was hard again. Sifting through the top layer of the hamper he found a second pair of panties. They were similar to the first but a light shade of blue. Which was Tori’s and which was Roni’s? He sniffed the second pair. ‘Fuck,’ he thought, “Either way, he’d just sniffed his daughter’s panties as well as her best friend’s. His cock was throbbing. He couldn’t get enough. Holding both pairs of panties to his nose, Terry inhaled deeply.
He almost came without touching his dick. Feeling so dirty, he fantasized about fucking both of them. He had to pull himself together and forget about this. He would never fuck his own daughter. Would he? He wondered if he was losing his mind. He tossed both pairs in the washer along with the remainder of the clothing. After starting the machine, Terry settled in the living room to watch TV and forget about the girls.
After four long hours of boring television, he was ready to shoot Dr. Phil and Whoopi Goldberg. ‘How the fuck do people watch this shit?’ He wondered, turning the TV off, “Where do they find these fucking people?” Shaking the thought from his head, he believed that he could be a candidate for the Maury Povitch show. After the things that he witnessed and did that morning, he could be the fucking headliner.
Hearing his daughter’s car horn then his phone ding a text from her, “Dad, come out to my car please.”
Opening the front door, Terry saw Roni standing at the passenger door of her Altima, “Tori needs some help.”
“What’s wrong?” He asked when he saw her sitting with her tanned legs out of the car.
“I’m sorry Uncle Terry. I sprained my ankle and I can’t walk.”
“You want me to help you walk or do you want me to carry you?”
“It hurts, Unc. Can you carry me?”
“Yeah, Tor,” he answered, scooping her from the car seat, “Whatever you need.”
With her head on his shoulder and her arms around his neck, she was hardly a burden. His burden was concentrating on not getting a boner. He was wearing neither a shirt nor underwear. Only a pair of tennis shoes and basketball shorts. An erection at that moment would be impossible to conceal.
“I’ll get the door,” Roni said, walking just two steps ahead.
Kicking the car door shut, Terry followed her up the steps and to the door which she held open. Waiting in the living room for Roni, he couldn’t help but feel the heat from Tori’s young body pressed to his. Trying hard not to get hard, Terry let his eyes take in the tanned legs draped over his arm. Her body was so firm but at the same time soft. He felt a stirring in his cock, beginning to defeat his will to resist. It didn’t help that her short cheer skirt had ridden up, revealing her tanned thighs all the way to the crotch of her tight cheer shorts that stretched tightly over her mound.
“Where do you want me to put you Tor?” he asked.
“Follow me, Daddy,” Roni called, leading me to her bedroom, “Put her on my bed.”
After placing her gently on the bed, he turned and walked to the door before anyone could get a look at his hardening cock, tenting the front of his shorts, “Is there anything you need, or anything I can get for you?” He asked, hiding behind the half-opened door.
“Can you bring one of those big pillows from the couch?” Roni asked, “The nurse said to elevate her foot.”
“Yeah,” he answered, “I’ll be right back.”
“Thanks, Daddy.”
“Thank you, Unc.”
“Welcome,” he called, “I’ma grab a shirt first.”
Taking his time, trying to let his half-erection fade, he found a shirt in his chest of drawers and made his way to the living room for the pillow. Once back in the bedroom, he knocked twice and asked if it was okay to come in. Roni answered that it was so he walked in and helped her with the pillow, “There you go. Do you need to ice it?”
“I have a cold pack for her in the cooler by the dresser,” Ronni answered, “You’re going to need to help her with it when I’m at the game. Fifteen on and then fifteen minutes of the heating pad.”
“I’m on it,” he answered, “Let me know when you are going to leave.”
“‘Bout an hour,” she answered, “No rush.”
“Thanks, Unc,” Tori said.
“Anything you need, sweetheart,” he smiled.
“I’m going to grab a shower before I go,” Ronni said as Terry walked out of the room.
Trying to get his thoughts off the young beauty that he would be tending to for the next three hours, Terry turned the television back on and watched Gilligan’s Island. Always good for a laugh and that fucking Mary Ann was smoking hot. That probably wasn’t the best idea under the circumstances though. He was trying to dial down the horny after all.
Time passed and Roni surprised him with a kiss on his cheek, “I’m going. Keep an eye on Tori for me. Make sure she stays off that foot and rotate the heat and cool.”
“Will do,” he assured her, “Good luck.”
“Thanks, Daddy. See you in a few hours.”
He watched her walk out the door in her skimpy cheer uniform thinking about those panties he had sniffed earlier, wondering which pair belonged to her. ‘Fucking pervert,’ Terry thought to himself, ‘She’s your fucking daughter.’
‘Uncle Terry,” Tori called as Ronni drove away.
“Coming, Hon,” he answered.
Terry stood from his La-z-boy and went to the window first to see that his daughter was gone then turned to walk to her bedroom, his fucking cock already starting to swell. At the half-opened door, he knocked twice, “Tori, can I come in?”
“Come on in, Unc,” she answered, “I want you to look at something for me.”
Pushing the door open, he took a step inside to see her sitting at the headboard of the bed, reclining on two pillows. Her good leg was hanging over the edge of the bed with her foot resting on the floor. Her body was covered by the white comforter with the big Hello Kitty face on it. Her entire leg, long and tan was exposed up past her hip and all the way to her shoulder. Tanned and toned, she was naked under the comforter. His focus was on the white skin where her bikini bottom would have been.
“Can you please take that ice pack off my ankle,” she asked sweetly.
“Sure Hon,” Terry answered, taking a step to the bed and then noticing the ice pack on top of the cooler. His confusion was evident when his eyes met hers again, “The ice pack is on the cooler already, Tor.”
“I’m sorry, Unc,” she smiled, “I meant the heat.”
“Oh, sure, Hon,” he stammered, already having noticed the heating pad at the foot of the bed atop the covers. Walking closer he picked up the heating pad and gave her another confused look.
“It’s the comforter, Unc,” she smiled, “It’s got me all heated up.”
Nervously, he pulled the comforter from her feet, letting the cool air of the room soothe her, “How's that, Tori?” He asked, looking up at her face. She seemed as nervous as he was and was biting her lip, holding the comforter modestly up to her shoulders.
“It’s better,” she answered, “But a little higher would be nice.”
His cock was completely erect and throbbing. She seemed to be playing a game with him as the mouse and she as the cat. Pushing the comforter up past her knee to about mid-thigh, he watched as she let her knee fall a bit further to the side, “Is that better?”
