Dad Thinks I’m Mom And Fucks My Ass : Anal Incest 18

Daddy had never paid my ass much attention, which I guess is why it was so easily confused with my Mom’s when I reach deep into the washing-machine to fetch a rogue sock.

He’s excited behind me, but he has no idea whose hole he’s licking.  Read how far he goes before he notices that the tightness around his tongue is his daughter’s ass!

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“Look at that,” he groaned, and I felt him split my ass cheeks wide.

My tiny panties only covered so much.  I was sure he could see my more intimate places, and that was confirmed when he raced his tongue over me again and I felt him on the sensitive flesh of my asshole.

“Oh, Melissa, you taste so good,” he groaned.

I looked back out the aperture and saw his hand work hard.  He was squatting behind me, pressing his face into my ass while his hand jerked his stiffness.

I watched him toy with his big, mature dick.  I wanted it.  I wanted to keep watching.  I wanted to stay in this washing-machine for ever and live the lie that I was mom.

He didn’t take much time before removing my panties completely.  I was sure that the penny would drop soon, but when I felt his nose press against my ass and his tongue dipping into my honey-pot, I hoped that penny stayed suspended forever.

“Daddy,” I whispered automatically.  I had no idea if he heard me, but the licks from his tongue didn’t stop.

He eased out my juices and lapped them back against me, cruising his tongue up from my core and swirling it around my asshole.

There was no mistake in his direction.  Daddy had intended to spoil my naughtiness like that, and in case that wasn’t abundantly clear, he added the following comment.

“You’re asshole tastes so good, Melissa.”

There you have it.  Daddy was hoping he’d be licking his wife’s asshole, but instead he was tongue-punching his daughters.  I didn’t have the heart or courage to correct him.  I didn’t want to stop him either.  I’d never had anyone do anything like this to me before, and it was fair to say I wanted to experience the sensation some more.  It felt so surreal to have his wet muscle wandering around my ass.

For years you’re told not to put anything near your ass, and then suddenly, at nineteen, you find your daddy’s tongue pushing in there and you realize that the previous warnings were all bullshit.  It feels incredible and I can’t imagine why anyone would command a person to steer clear of it.

I was able to reach a hand back and start toying with my pussy as daddy licked me.  He pulled his mouth off me and realized what I was doing.

“That’s it,” he said.  “That’s it.  Please yourself for me.”

He pressed the flat of his tongue right over my winking muscle.  His tongue circled it and teased the muscle wider, testing its resolve with pressed and pushes that saw it begin to relax.

“Daddy,” I whispered again, and this time it was loud enough for him to stop what he was doing.

“What did you say?”

For now, his hand stopped working his cock.  I looked back under myself and out through the portal back to the real world.  Daddy’s hand was still gripping his stiffness, but it wasn’t moving.

His cock twitched and the smooth head of his cock stayed engorged as I thought of a way to proceed.  I decided to just go for it and throw caution to the wind.  Shit, daddy already loved my ass.  I was hoping the whole ‘daughter’ thing wasn’t going to be a big deal.

“I said, ‘Don’t stop licking my asshole, daddy.’”

There was a silence behind me and then … “Kelsy?!”

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