Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

Austin didn’t remember falling asleep in his tiny bed, but he must have, because at some point the darkness slipped away and he awoke to bright, blinding sunshine.

*

“I think that I’m going to run a quick errand,” James announced to the family at breakfast, “Who wants to come along?”

“I’ll go, Daddy!” Molly said. Christine, Austin, and Lexi stared down at their phones.

“OK, that’s one,” James said, trying to keep his sunny disposition, “That’s a start.”

He’d woken up in the finished basement on the fold-out couch. Christine hadn’t sent him there, but he’d felt weird about climbing into bed with her, so he’d made the choice for her. He noticed his wife didn’t complain one bit about his decision. Sleeping down there wasn’t so uncomfortable overall. The bed was thin, and the room smelled of mold, and it was strangely upsetting to sleep alone after all those years of getting used to a warm body next to him. But it meant he could wake up and watch SportsCenter first thing and that was kind of fun.

Despite all that, James felt strangely energized that morning. So, he’d jumped out of bed, gotten dressed, and set about making breakfast for the family. Their kitchen was massive — an open floorplan with big silvery appliances and wide granite countertops. However, since both he and Christine worked all the time, they almost never used it. The kitchen was mostly just a very expensive place to store old take-out boxes. But now, with nothing but time on his hands, James resolved to get cooking.

Except, the kitchen was stocked more like a bachelor pad than the five-star restaurant it was trying to ape. There were a few eggs, some suspicious cheese, and not much else. James had enough to make something that at least approximated breakfast, but not much more. And sure, they could order delivery for the rest of their stay. James was fairly certain his family had enough self-control to keep from jumping the poor delivery boy. But still, he needed to keep busy and busy meant cooking and cooking required supplies.

James knew better than to even try to go full supermarket, but a quick jaunt down the road to the Fast Check for some basic necessities seemed safe enough. What could go wrong on a ten-minute errand? Then Molly agreed to go with along him. OK, so a lot could go wrong. A lot a lot.

James looked over at Christine and she finally met his eye. If she joined them, or simply told Molly ‘no,’ they’d be golden. They’d been together for so long, even if this was a bumpy patch, James knew his wife was smart and understanding. They had what often felt like a psychic connection, reading each other in ways that should have been impossible. There was no doubt in James’ mind that his wife would step in at this moment and solve the situation.

“Don’t forget to pick up milk,” Christine said and went back to staring at her phone.

*

James did his best to keep his eyes on the road, but it was hard with Molly, again, sitting next to him in the passenger seat. He kept flashing back to the last time she’d sat there. What she’d done while he was driving. Fuck, the car even still smelled a bit like sex. James wondered, absently, if they made a little green tree air freshener in that scent.

“Hi Daddy,” Molly said, clearly noticing her father’s attention.

“Hi Sweetie,” James said. He reached over and stroked her head, lovingly. God, she was so gorgeous. Her thick blonde curls and seductive, sunny smile. Molly was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, but it still showed off her body in a way that… Road, road, focusing on the road.

Somehow, they made it to the store intact. James found a basket and Molly ran around grabbing things to fill it with. Her breasts and ass bounced as she went, and James swore the whole store froze to gawp at her as she went. James was one of them: standing and staring at his baby girl until her basket was full.

The Fast Check was not a huge place — four aisles filled with such healthy items as strawberry frosted Pop Tarts and “everything” flavored Combos, whatever that meant. But they carried some basic staples and that was enough for the moment. James had actually never stopped there before, had only passed it on the drive to work. He was surprised to find it was fairly busy for a sleepy Monday morning. The gas pumps were all full and the store was doing a brisk business. If he’d known there would be so many people, James wasn’t sure if he’d have had the courage to go.

In many ways, though, this was a good sign. Here was his first exposure to a store full of strangers and James didn’t feel an uncontrollable desire for any of them. Just, well, just his daughter. That was problematic, sure, but still better than what James feared could happen. Molly, ironically, was safe. Strangers were not. And working to overcome a single obstacle, even a giant one, was way easier than trying to clear ten or twenty.

After James paid the kid at the counter, a teenaged boy that Molly seemed to recognize, they loaded up the car and headed for home. James couldn’t help but smile to himself as they pulled out of the parking lot. It was over. They’d done it.

Molly reached over and squeezed her Dad’s arm. “Can we stop for a second?”Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“What’s wrong?” James asked, “Do you need to pee?” It was a quick drive — they were already halfway home. But James remembered before, at the campsite, watching the young blonde girl wet her pants. Was it wrong that that image made him even harder than he already was? “I don’t think there’s a bathroom anywhere near here. I could go back to the store?”

“No, just… just pull over to the side for a second,” Molly said, “I need a little rest.” They were in a mostly secluded suburban neighborhood. It was a newer development and so most of the roads were still forested. The kind of place that would hide all sorts of sordid secrets if their lives were a TV show. Considering how things had been going for the Campbell family, that felt almost uncomfortably appropriate.

“Daddy?” Molly asked, a little concern leaking into her voice. She gripped his arm again.

“Hang on,” James said. Was Molly car sick after such a short drive? James couldn’t imagine, but he implicitly understood that he needed to stop somewhere private. About a mile down, James remembered, there was a side road that would eventually become another row of houses. At the moment, however, it was an unpaved cul-de-sac with trees and not much else. James hurried and turned onto the bumpy road. He pulled to the right side.

“You OK?” he asked his daughter. Molly stared back at him, biting her lip.

“Sorry, Daddy. I couldn’t stop myself,” Molly said. She reached down and grabbed his dick through his shorts.

James groaned. He started to tell Molly to stop, to at least wait and think about what they were doing, but before the words could come out of his mouth James’ cock was out of his shorts and in his baby girl’s mouth.

“I just had to,” Molly said, though it came out more like ‘I ust ad oo.’

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, honey,” James said.

“Sorry, Daddy,” Molly said. Orry Addy.

As if James was actually going to chastise his little girl while she sucked him off.

He leaned back into the seat, closed his eyes, and focused on the sensations of his baby girl’s lips and tongue. The wet smacking noises as she milked his cock with her mouth. James slowly dragged his fingers through his daughter’s golden curls. He felt her head bob up and down under his palm.

For all her burgeoning oral experience, Molly wasn’t getting much better at sucking dick. Her enthusiasm, however, hadn’t flagged either, so James was more than happy to just enjoy. Molly’s blowjob got faster. More insistent. James felt his balls tighten. Instinctively, he pushed down on the back of Molly’s head.

“Mmmffff,” the girl grunted. The head of James’ cock bounced against the back of his daughter’s throat. The pleasure raced up his shaft and exploded into sweet little Molly’s mouth. He held her there, not letting her let go even an inch. Molly made a tiny choking sound as her father’s cum shot straight down her throat. James swore it was the sexiest sound he’d ever heard.

Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. James held his daughter’s head tight over his dick as he pumped his seed. His ecstasy bursting out in thick drabs. Then, slowly, he drifted back and let little Molly raise her head.

She had a long trail of her Daddy’s sperm leaking over her chin. She licked her lips and swallowed again, deliberately, so James could see. He reached over for a napkin, but Molly shook her head obstinately and continued to tongue her father’s spend off her face. The last bits, she wiped off with her hand and then licked that, like a kitty.

“Better?” he asked.

“Oh yes,” Molly said, “Better?”

James laughed. “Yes, sweetie. Thanks.”

“Sorry, Daddy. We were driving, and I couldn’t stop thinking about the time before and I just…”

“It’s OK, honey. Like Dr. Pulisic said, we have to take small steps and not beat ourselves up when we slip back. We did a good job getting to the store. Next time we’ll try to make it home.”

“You’re right, Daddy. Like always. We did do good,” Molly said, “But maybe? Can we like, um, not tell Mom? Or anyone? I don’t want them to be disappointed.”

“Of course, honey. It’ll be our secret.”