Taboo Christmas Page 23

  Especially this morning.

  It didn't help that I'd been feeling horny from the moment I woke up. Maybe that had something to do with all the noise I'd heard through my bedroom wall the night before.

  Even though they had been married for a whole year now, they still made love at least twice a night. I was grossed out by Mom's passionate moans and all the sloppy sounds she made whenever she had an orgasm. And boy did she orgasm a lot.

  Daddy must have been really awesome in bed if he could last that long and make my mother come so many times in a row. Last night they had been especially loud. I didn't have to press my ear to the wall the way I usually did.

  As the two of them climaxed, I came at the exact same moment. Yes, that's right, I'd been working my hand furiously under my panties as I eavesdropped. Unfortunately, a pair of slim fingers in my cunt was no match for a big fat cock.

  I had a sneaking suspicion that Daddy was equipped with a plus-sized organ. I mean why else would Mom squeal the way she did?

  My breasts heaved on the table as I let out a long sigh. "I really wish I didn't have to go to school today."

  "Why? Have you got an exam?"

  I shook my head.

  "Well, your mother and I are paying an awful lot of money for your college tuition. You'd better keep your end of the bargain and get a good education. I want to see you dressed and ready to leave before your mother finishes her shower. If Joyce comes downstairs and sees you still sitting here in that skimpy outfit she'll blow a gasket."

  "Do you really think what I'm wearing is too revealing?"

  "Brandi, I'm not going to lie. I can see your nipples quite clearly through that t-shirt."

  "They're only stiff and pokey because it's so cold this morning. If the weather was warmer you wouldn't notice them at all."

  "I doubt that very much."

  I sat up straight, surprised by his comment. "What's that supposed to mean?"

  Daddy licked his lips. Was he trying to get rid of a crumb of toast, or was there another reason his tongue was flailing about?

  "What I mean, Brandi, is that your areolas are pretty dark. And that shirt is very white. The contrast is quite striking."

  I frowned at him. "Are you saying there's something wrong with my nipples, Daddy? Is the color really that unappealing?"

  "No, Brandi, that's not what I'm saying at all."

  I leaned back and rubbed the palms of my hands protectively across my breasts. "I don't want to look like a freak with big chocolate-colored nipples."

  "Brandi, you're not a freak."

  "Then maybe you'd better take a proper look at my areolas to make sure."

  "Uh … I don't think that's a good idea."

  I continued to press him. "You must have been with a lot of women before you settled down with Mom. From all your experience you should know if my nipples are abnormal or not."

  I reached down and raised the hem of my t-shirt. I only got as far as showing him the underside of my breasts before he reached across the table and held my forearms in check. "Brandi, stop it! What do you think you're doing?"

  I shook myself free of his grip. In the process my breasts tumbled completely out of my shirt and landed back on my chest with a heavy smack.

  At the sight of all that bare flesh, Daddy snapped his head in the opposite direction and immediately let go of me. "Put those things away this instant! Do you hear me?"

  I couldn't stop myself giggling. "Do you like them?" I shimmied my shoulders to set off a seismic wave of fleshy wobbles.

  "They're fine," he snapped.

  "How can you tell? You're not even looking at them."

  "I had an eyeful when you started stripping."

  "I wasn't stripping, Daddy. All I was doing was asking for your advice. How are you supposed to give me proper feedback when you refuse to give my nipples a closer examination?"

  I pushed back my chair and went around to the other side of the table. I stood right next to him so that my crotch was almost touching his shoulder. He still refused to turn his head.

  "If your mother was here…" he began.

  "Well she's not. She's upstairs taking a shower."

  I cupped his chin and forced him to turn towards me. He kept his eyes downcast to avoid my breasts, but that only meant he got an up-close gander at my panties.

  "Joyce wasn't kidding about your underwear!" he exclaimed. "There's hardly anything there!"

  Unable to resist, I spun around so he could see my thong too. I leaned forward and angled my hips so the curvy swells of my buttocks pointed directly at his face. "Is this really so bad, Daddy?"

  "Brandi, your whole ass is hanging out!"

  With an annoyed huff I turned around again and put my hands on my hips. "The underwear is designed to be like that, Daddy. I can't show a visible panty line when I'm wearing jeans or a tight-fitting skirt. That would look so unfashionable."

  "Here's the thing, Brandi. You're wearing neither of those things right now, so a thong at the breakfast table is completely inappropriate. And for the final time, will you please cover up your breasts."

  The hem of my t-shirt sat bunched atop the upper swells of my tits. "Not until you take a proper look at my nipples," I insisted. "Why are you so shy about telling me the truth? Are my areolas really that off-putting?"

  I leaned forward and placed my hands on my knees so I could press my boobs into Daddy's face.

  I could tell he was getting flustered. Or maybe he was trying to quell his excitement at seeing so much of my bare skin. I had a feeling his cock was stirring in his pants. I'd be able to tell for sure if that pesky table wasn't in the way, blocking my view.

  "Brandi, I'm serious. Stop messing around." He reached up and tried to pull down the front of my t-shirt. As his fingers moved across my voluptuous mounds, I clamped my hands over his, holding him in place, forcing him to squeeze me tight.

  "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Daddy struggled to pull free, but I refused to let go.

  "I'm keeping you trapped here until you look at my nipples properly."

  "I can't see a thing when you're holding onto me like this."

  "If I let go, will you promise not to cover me up until you've given an honest assessment of my areolas?" I took a step closer so my cleavage was parked right under his nose.

  His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. "I promise," he said.

  Ever so slowly I released my father, even though I was dying to have him squeeze me tighter.

  Daddy let his fingers trail down my tits and over my belly, leaving a trail of goose flesh in his wake. I shivered in pleasure at his caress but quickly regained my composure so I could cup my breasts and angle my nipples directly at Daddy's eyes. I wanted to make sure he didn't come up with any more silly excuses for not staring at me.

  "So," I said after a long moment, "what do you think?"

  "They're fine."

  "The color isn't too dark?" My hard nubs were very brown, and quite a bit different from my mother's nipples which were a dusky pink.

  "You don't have to worry about a thing."

  "They're not too long, are they? I'm sure that's the reason Mom always gets on my case about wearing a bra. I've got a lot of extra flesh. My nipples naturally want to poke out, and there's no room for them to go anywhere."

  Daddy looked hypnotized as I continued to jiggle my tits in front of him. "No, they're a perfect mouthful," he murmured.

  "Daddy!" I gasped, shocked (and secretly thrilled) by his comment.

  He gave his head a quick shake as if he suddenly realized what he'd said. Had a subconscious thought escaped his lips by accident? "I'm sorry, Brandi, that's not what I meant."

  His discomfort delighted me to no end. Still, I pretended to be upset. "But you must have been thinking it."

  "No, not at all." He straightened his tie and turned back to his tablet in an attempt to dismiss the matter.

  "Maybe you should tell me if you were right," I said with a coy smile. />
  "Right about what?"

  "About whether my nipples are a perfect mouthful or not."

  Daddy cleared his throat and pushed a nervous hand through his hair. "Brandi, you really need to cover yourself up before your mother comes downstairs."

  "You know how long Mom takes to get ready. She'll be up there for ages, using up all the hot water in the process."

  Daddy's chair was next to the wall. I was blocking his way out. His only escape was through me. I gave my breasts another firm squeeze, forcing my elongated nipples to extend even closer to his face. He tried to lean away, but couldn't move very far before his head bumped into the wall.

  As seductively as I could, I brushed one of my hard teats across his lower lip. "Go ahead, Daddy, I don't mind if you put me in your mouth. I have to know, one way or another. Please tell me the truth about my nipples."

  His hot breath on my delicate skin sent tingles rushing through my body. I was delighted when he didn't try to push me away or cover me up. Was his resistance failing at last? How could it not? My bare belly was snug against his big strong chest. My velvety tit rested on his chin.

  I sucked in a sharp gasp as his tongue poked out and began to move in sensual circles around my broad, dark areola. Then his lips enveloped my erect flesh for an all-too-quick suck.

  When he pulled away, the air felt cool on my saliva-slickened tit. God, how I wanted more! So much more!

  I took a shuddering breath and tried hard not to sound too needy as I offered up my other breast to Daddy. "Now try this one."

  "Brandi," he warned.

  "No, you have to keep going, Daddy. One nipple might be bigger than the other. Please, you have to suck on both of them if you're going to do a proper analysis."

  I wondered if he could feel the growing wetness of my pussy as I slowly grinded myself against his chest. The non-existent fabric of my panties did little to hide the musky fragrance of my arousal. He must have known how turned-on I was becoming.

  He tried to make a big show of looking annoyed by the fact he had to slurp on another one of my big, youthful breasts. But he wasn't very convincing. There was an unmistakable twinkle of desire in his eyes as my other nipple vanished between his lips.

  With all my might I fought the urge to plunge my fingers through his salt-and-pepper hair so I could hold his head tight against me. I wondered how many years it had been since he'd tasted such firm young flesh like mine. Mom was in her forties and her tits were droopy and stretched out. Daddy must have been in heaven to have this magical chance to suckle on his horny stepdaughter.

  Each pulsing suck of his mouth sent fresh waves of pleasure surging through me. A growing, tingling neediness blossomed between my legs. There was a nagging itch down below that was in desperate need of scratching.

  As Daddy's tongue flickered back and forth over my teat, I was tempted to pivot my hips and rub my cunt even harder against his chest. There was little doubt in my mind that I was leaving a juicy wet spot in the middle of his tie. More than anything I wanted to tear open the front of his shirt so I could smear my sweet nectar across his muscular pecs. But before I had a chance to act on my naughty urges, he pulled away.

  He was panting a little as he looked up at me. "You need to get dressed right now. And I need to get to work before I'm late."

  "Aren't you going to tell me about my nipples first, Daddy. I need to know whether they're the right size or not."

  "Brandi," he said, exasperated, "they're a reasonable length and—as I accurately predicted—they're the perfect mouthful too."

  I reached up to pinch and twist the hardened nubs. "And the color?"

  "I already told you. There's nothing wrong with dark areolas. They're very alluring. Now will you please step back so I can stand up."

  When I didn't move, Daddy gripped me by the hips, picked me up, and physically hoisted me out of the way. I loved how his fingers dug deep in my flesh. I loved how he was losing his patience and being so forceful with me. More than anything, I loved what I discovered when I finally got a glimpse between his legs.

  "Oh, Daddy!" I gasped in mock surprise. "I guess I'm not the only one with something inappropriate trying to poke out of my clothing."

  "Brandi, this is not what it seems," he spluttered.

  I pressed a finger to his mouth to silence him. "Shh, Daddy, there's no need to explain. You're having a perfectly natural reaction."

  "Mrph urf ermph!"

  "What?"

  He pulled my finger away. "It's not natural! You're my daughter!"

  "Daddy, don't be so hard on yourself. Any red-blooded man, even a family member, would find it difficult to avoid an erection after sucking on my tits."

  "I have to get to work before I'm fired."

  "You can't leave the house in that condition. You'll have to wait until that bulge subsides first."

  "Trust me, it won't be going down anytime soon." He sounded very angry at himself for giving in to the temptation of my luscious titties.

  "Maybe I can help," I suggested.

  He held up the palms of his hands to keep me at bay. "You've done quite enough already, Brandi. I can manage this by myself."

  "Maybe if we placed something heavy on your lap it would help squish your erection back into place."

  Before he could protest, I turned around and planted my thonged buttocks squarely over his crotch. I wiggled around a bit as I pretended to settle myself into place. But all I was doing was making matters worse for my poor stepfather.

  The voluptuous curves of my buttocks were snug against his groin. Through his wool trousers I could feel the hot throb of his blood-engorged cock. His flattened shaft pulsed gently against the plump folds of my labia.

  "Brandi, this isn't helping matters. If anything I'm getting harder."

  I gripped the edge of the kitchen table like my life depended on it so Daddy wouldn't be able to lift me out of his lap. "I'm only trying to help you. You can't walk out of the house with a boner. What would our neighbors think?"

  "I'm not an idiot. Obviously I'm going to wait until the swelling goes down before I go out to the car. Now please get off me. I'm going back to my bedroom to wait this out. With any luck nature will take its course and I'll be soft again in a few minutes."

  "Aren't you worried Mom might get suspicious when she sees you in this state? She'll wonder why you're so erect. Even worse, she might think I had something to do with it."

  "That wouldn't be far from the truth," he grumbled.

  "Oh, Daddy, don't be like that. We both know Mom is insanely jealous of me. I'm only trying to spare you from getting into a fight with her."

  "Your mother will be even more angry if she comes down here and sees you sitting in my lap like this."

  "We can tell her you're showing me something important in the news." I pulled his tablet towards me. "Something related to one of my college courses."

  "An excuse like that won't be too convincing with your breasts hanging out. Can you at least cover yourself up?"

  "I can't, Daddy. Not yet anyway."

  "Why not?"

  "My nipples are still wet from all your sucking. We have to let them air-dry otherwise they'll leave damp patches on the front of my t-shirt."

  "And what's wrong with damp patches?"

  "Mom will think I'm pregnant and lactating. She'll pitch a total fit."

  I flipped through the articles on Daddy's tablet and pretended to read. Meanwhile, every nerve in my body—especially the ones around my crotch—were focused on how good it felt to be sitting atop Daddy's cock.

  "Brandi, this isn't working. The longer we wait the worse it's going to get." He cocked his ear to the ceiling. "The shower's off. Joyce could be down here at any moment."

  "Then we've got to think of a much faster way to help you get soft again."

  "Like maybe getting off me?" he said sarcastically.

  "No, I've got a better idea." I raised myself off his lap by a couple of inches and fumbled blindly with his bel
t and zipper.

  "What the hell are you doing?"

  I ignored him and reached through the opening of his fly to pull his throbbing shaft free. God, he was so big that my fingers couldn't encircle his girth.

  Acting on pure instinct, I brushed the tip of his cock back and forth along the cleft of my buttocks.

  "Brandi, stop!" he cried. "How is this supposed to help?"

  "Trust me, Daddy." Even as I spoke those words a gush of nectar poured from my pussy and seeped through the lace of my panties. It spilled across my hand, and all over the bulbous head of Daddy's cock.

  With my other hand I reached down and tugged the gusset of my underwear to one side. Then I lowered my buttocks onto his erection once more.

  "Brandi, you can't do that!"

  But it was too late to resist.

  "Shh, Daddy. Stop making so much noise. Mom will hear."

  I think he finally realized that if he raised his voice any louder he'd cause a more embarrassing scene. In the end all he could do was let out a stifled groan as I eased myself lower.

  I had to bite the inside of my cheek as the tip of Daddy's cock cleaved the pouty lips of my sex. I felt his tip vanish into my warm wet hole. With a series of shuddering gasps I forced my tiny pussy down his thick shaft, letting him stretch me apart in a way that no man had ever stretched me before. As big and as painful as he was, I kept going. No wonder Mom orgasmed so many times each night. Her loose old mud-flaps must have been filled quite snugly.

  I was breathless and sweaty by the time I swallowed Daddy to the root. As my buttocks settled into his crotch the muscles of my cunt clenched tight, squeezing him possessively.

  He was mine at last!

  All mine!

  "We shouldn't be doing this," he hissed into my ear.

  "Daddy, this is the only way I know to get rid of your erection before Mom sees it. If we can get you to come, you'll soften in an instant."

  My eyes fluttered shut as I leaned against my father's broad chest. My upturned breasts heaved. My nipples stood out, longer and harder than ever—if that was possible. Ever so gently I began to grind my hips and flex my buttocks, getting used to the exquisite sensation of fullness that came from riding the enormous cock that skewered me.