I dropped the screw driver and thought about how absolutely crazy I probably looked. I wasn’t tied up or naked or even evidently raped because he ha...n’t left any marks. His door was broken and I had a screw driver shaking in my hand. I was all over the place and he was completely cool. My eyes fell to the ground. Was this all a misunderstanding? Would I wake up the next morning and find myself in a guest bedroom downstairs? I stopped struggling against his grip and followed him. There she stood, exposed from head to toe, proud and prancing. “Is this hot enough for you, Daddy? Is my ass nice and tight?”“Pam, put your clothes back on!” I demanded. But it was too late for my dignity. My prick had already begun to respond to this beautiful nude nymph strutting around in front of me. Her pussy was neatly trimmed, just like the girls in the magazine. It made my mouth water to look at.“Why? I’m just your daughter. You see me in a bikini all the time.” It was true only my dick. Her gasps became cries, growing in shrillness and intensity until she shrieked out her pleasure as she climaxed, and with a further few short, sharp thrusts he grunted as he discharged a load of spunk deep into her heaving body in several heavy spurts. As their breathing slowed they relaxed and rolled apart, his slimy cock falling back wetly against his belly as she reached for tissues to catch the flow of spunk seeping from her gaping cunt before it wet the sheet. He took her in his arms as. " Marty finally managed to utter with a mix of being mesmerized and still present shyness.Steph started grinning at hearing him say it, and pushed on."They're FUCKING great, aren't they, Marty? Not just great, but FUCKING great." Yeah, mom. Your tits are really fucking great. Your nipples... they're so big too," Marty said, his eyes never leaving her chest and getting the hang of using the words he never thought he could, and would use with his mother present."Hmm hmm..." Stephanie hummed.