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MY DAD'S CLOTHES

My father was really quirky about what he wore to work. Since my mother left him for some bimbo she had found in a bar, I generally did all the laundry and ironing.

My dad came home after a long day's work, just as I stepped out of the shower. He tapped on the bathroom door and asked if I minded helping him with a load of laundry.

"Sure," I called through the bathroom door. "Be glad to help, Dad."

I put on a short robe, and left the front of it sort of loose, so that the cleavage between my tits showed pretty well. I made sure the robe was the short one I had --- so short, it simply didn't hide anything if I bent over. I liked to look sexy around my dad. He hadn't noticed, I supposed, and it kind of irked me that he never said anything.

I went and took his clothes out of the washer, tossing them in a basket, bending over really far. I could feel cool air on my ass and pussy lips, and I knew that the robe was short enough.

"What's up?" I heard my father say. I could hear the telelvision in the other room. He had turned it on when he came in.

"Just moving the clothes," I said. I kept myself bent over and pulled the basket along the floor to the dryer --- a senseless motion, but at least it had its effect. I knew that my father was looking at my ass and my pussy.

"Need some help?" he asked.

"No, thanks," I said. "Your clothes will be dry in about thirty minutes or so, and then I'll iron them for you."

I straightened and turned to him. "Most of what you have is permanent press, but some of it can use a slightly warm iron."

"You sound like a commercial on television," he said with a smile.

I turned the dryer on. "What were you watching on TV?"

He shook his head. "Just trashy shit. There's never anything good on this late at night. You, know, just the local news and some trashy talk shows."

"Well, I rented a couple of some nudie flicks today." I hoped he would take the bait.

His eyes widened.

I stepped into the kitchen with him and opened the refrigerator. "How about a soda?" I asked.

"A soda, and then let's see what you call a nudie flick."

I smiled at him. He took the can of soda and followed me into the living room. I went to the shelves at the wall unit, and bent down to open the large locked drawer that contained all my adult movies.

"Keep that up, and I won't want to watch a nudie flick," Dad said.

"I take it you see something you like already?"

He nodded and walked over to me. I didn't move. I felt his hands grab my ass from behind, and he moved them over each ass cheeks, rubbing them and massaging them.

"Does that bother you?" he asked.

"Yes, it bothers me that you have your clothes on," I said.

He remedied that. He backed away and did a strip for me as I reached down and fingered myself. I slipped my robe off, rubbing my pussy lips as I watched him undress. He finished, his hard dick sticking up and bouncing every which was as he walked back toward me.

We lay down right there on the carpet in front of the TV set. I felt his mouth cover my nipple, his tongue doing a dance around each erect nub, sending thrills of delight through me. His cock was pressing against my pubes, laying between our bodies.

He moved his ass upward and reached down and positioned his cock at the entrance to my hot pussy. He moved it up and down between my lips, and I nearly came when it rubbed against my clit.

He stopped and pushed it into me slowly, filling me up. I could feel his heartbeat as he left it there, his balls pressed against my ass.

Then, he pulled it out slowly, kissing my tits the whole time. Then, he pushed it back in and began thrusting in and out in a screw-like fashion. I came, my body overwhelmed by the sensation of being fucked by my uncle's hard cock.

I could feel his cock jerk and begin to spurt cum inside me, his load hot and sticky deep inside my cunt.

"Oh, God, what a tight hole you've got," he moaned.

"What a cock," I said into his ear.

He continued thrusting until he finished shooting his load, and then he relaxed, keeping his cock buried inside me. I could feel him slowly pull it out and move away.

We lay there on the floor together, listening to the news, and then there was the buzzer of the dryer.

"Well, shit, I got work to do," I said.

It was hard, ironing with my father licking my pussy. We found a new use for the ironing board, later. I'll let you use your imagination...

--- Minne H., Baton Rouge, LA

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