11 comments/ 247608 views/ 79 favorites Sinning in Church By: Agnol "Would you please rise as we sing hymn number two hundred thirty two," the musical director said to the congregation. The nearly five hundred member church stood as many turned the pages of their song books. A moment later the director held his arms up and then a joyful sound filled the hall. Sandra looked up at her father, Jerry, as he sang deeply. His voice was one she never tired of hearing. Singing hymns was her favorite part of services each week because of him. Watching him with adoration as he paid close attention to the director she felt warm in his presence. Returning her gaze to the song book her father held out for her she raised her voice as well. On the second verse she noticed that her father was no longer singing. Placing her finger in the book, she moved it along to the word that they were on. After a about half a dozen words when he still had not heard his voice she turned to him. Her father was looking down, but not at the book. Following his gaze she looked down at her chest and suddenly understood what had taken his breath away. Sandra was a full bodied woman, as her aunt liked to say. She was what some men called pleasantly plump. Her hips were full, her bottom wide and her stomach was rounded. Many of the girls her age were much thinner with very nice figures, so much so that she always felt a certain amount of self consciousness. But she never felt inadequate in the bust department. Her breasts were soft and pillowy. Definitely more than a handful, one boyfriend had remarked. It was her chest that had captivated her father, of all people, in the middle of a church hymn. The dress she wore was tight about her bosom, as many of her clothes were, but there was a piece of fabric that covered her cleavage to give her the modesty church required. This white cloth that covered the gap between her breasts had fallen forward an inch; just enough so that if someone was looking directly down they could see her tits cradled in the white lace bra. Sandra felt a blush creep across her face and spread quickly down into her chest where her nipples stiffened and began to ache pleasantly. The fact that her father's ogling had turned her on caused her blush to deepen even more. Surprised by her own reaction Sandra coughed to relieve the tension. Her father patted her on her back, looking down with concern on his face. She nodded that she was okay and then the song ended. As everyone sat down Sandra grabbed her cardigan sweater off the pew and excused herself to the ladies room. She locked the stall door in the restroom as she set herself down on the toilet. Fanning her face she tried to calm herself but with each passing moment she kept recalling the look of lust on her father's face as he gazed at her body. Gathering her flowing skirt Sandra tentatively slipped a hand under her dress and had to bite her tongue to suppress a moan finding that her panties were damp. Her other hand quickly rose to her left breast and tweaked her nipple hard through the bra. The wetness between her thighs was growing quickly. Making a quick decision Sandra pulled the white bra straps off her shoulders and pulled her arms through the loops. She pressed the loose straps between the bra and her skin so they would not swing free. With a grunt she tore the white modesty fabric from the front of her dress and then pulled her bra down so that her nipples were no longer covered by the cups of the brassiere. She reversed the cardigan sweater so that it covered her chest instead of her back and stepped out of the stall. When Sandra returned to her father the sermon was just beginning. Jerry reached over to pull the song book out of her way as she sat down but he wasn't quick enough and she sat on his hand, pinning it to the seat beneath her soft ass. He gave her an apologetic look and tried to pull his hand free but Sandra reached between them and held his forearm still. She gave him a soft dreamy look and wiggled her bottom. Shifting her weight slightly Sandra guided her father's hand to turn over so that her ass rested on his palm. His eyes widened as she gyrated a little in his grip and he started to say something to her when he realized she seemed to be paying attention to the sermon. Bewildered by this sudden turn of events he too looked up to the pulpit and tried to listen to the words the preacher spoke. After a minute he could feel his daughter's weight shift around a little, the pressure of her bottom against his hand encouraging the erection forming in his pants. His fingers flexed to grip her cushiony ass and from the corner of his eye he saw Sandra close her eyes slowly as she sucked in air through parted lips. Her mouth curved in a small smile and he could tell her eyes were rolling back in delight as he continued his furtive groping. Jerry tried to look about without appearing to do so, gauging whether anyone had noticed that his daughter was sitting on his hand. No one was looking at them with a disapproving stare. Mrs. Jacobsen, an eighty year old grandmother of seven, smiled at him when he turned around to look at the row directly behind. Returning her smile weakly, Jerry faced forward once again. Sandra leaned into her father. When Jerry looked down at her she held the sweater away from her body and he could clearly see the changes she had made to her dress. It was his turn to suck in air as he beheld the beauty of her cleavage hidden to all but him. Her ivory white skin was on full display and the dark valley formed by her breasts caused him to grip her fleshy cheek tightly. A light giggle escaped Sandra's lips as she felt her father's reaction, the ache in her chest and the wetness between her thighs growing. Jerry could clearly see the flesh around the tip of her breast crinkle up as the nipple became ever larger. His cock became engorged as he gazed upon the tender flesh of his daughter's womanly body. "Amen," the congregation said. Jerry tore his gaze away from his daughter's heaving bosom and tried valiantly to pay attention as his hand kneaded the soft ass pressed onto his hand. Sandra laid her hand upon his thigh as she nuzzled her father's shoulder. The smell of his aftershave was light and hypnotic and she felt herself drifting into a haze as she concentrated on the scent. She could feel his erection just at the edge of her fingertip as it grew down his pant leg. With just a small flex of her finger she could rub the crown of his cock imperceptibly. Jerry's breathing became softly shallow as his heart raced in his chest. The fear of being caught, in church no less, coupled with the fact that it was his very own daughter made him more aroused than he had ever been. Within moments of her furtive rubbing his cock was at full mast and he could feel wetness upon his upper thigh where pre-cum was leaking. Sandra was not satisfied though and moved her hand once again, placing it atop his cock completely. She started to make small rubbing motions and Jerry had to cough to cover up the groan he let out. With a terrified look he stared at his daughter whose smoldering eyes betrayed her innocent smile. Sandra's pussy was flooded and she was sure he would feel it as she soaked the seat beneath her. She relished the feel of his manhood underneath her fingers and she squeezed him slowly as she rubbed its length as much as she dared. For a time Sandra was content to tease her father mercilessly but she was being tortured as well and needed more. Her pussy ached to be touched and she delighted in the wickedness of doing it in this holy place. Removing her hand from her father's lap she began to pick at her full skirt. Twisting slowly she pulled the skirt up and removed her father's hand from under her butt, much to his disappointment. Painstakingly slow she pulled the skirt up higher and higher until it was bunched up against the back of the seat and her panty covered ass was directly against the pew. When at last she was finished she leaned into her father and stared up at him until he brought his ear close to her. "Put your hand back," she whispered as quietly as she could. When her father nodded she grabbed the loose material tightly in a bunch and then leaned away from him reaching for another song book. As her ass lifted off the seat he pushed his hand underneath the skirt until he felt the warmth of her sex. When Sandra leaned back she had to adjust herself so that she could sit with his hand wedged in the crack of her ass comfortably. At last she settled down, leaning a little forward so as not to be too obvious. Her father's fingers were pressed up against her soaking panties, pressing lightly against the aroused lips of her sex. Jerry felt her weight settle and he had to bite his lip to keep from wincing aloud. The awkward angle was quite painful and he had to shift lower in the seat to accommodate the strange position. He looked about nervously, still hoping that no one suspected what was happening under their very noses. Flexing his fingers against his daughter's pussy he felt the wetness of her desire. He pressed against her nether lips rhythmically and soon could feel her shifting her weight in time to his movements. Sandra gripped her father's thigh once again, this time tightly as she rode his hand. She curled just the end of her fingers around the ridge of his cock and palmed it as much as she could without being too obvious. Faking a yawn, she pressed her hand up against her mouth trying to stifle a cry as her father's fingers worked the underwear aside and dipped into her honey soaked pussy. Jerry listened to the sermon, trying to determine when it was going to end. Glancing at his watch he guessed they had about three minutes left. Knowing that their game was about to conclude he decided to step it up a gear and really give his daughter a ride. Pushing his pinky and ring finger into her pussy as deeply as he could, he stroked her clit with his middle finger. A wicked gleam twinkled in his eyes as Sandra's face immediately froze in a look of muted horror. She tried to plead with him out of the corner of her eyes but she couldn't move to look at him directly. Sandra's breathing became erratic and her lips trembled as an orgasm approached, though no other outward sign betrayed what was truly happening to her. Twitching slightly she gripped the pew in front of her and tried to remain as still as possible as her father fingered her pussy towards climax. Jerry could smell her now, the flow of her juices was too great and it was only a matter of time before the people around them smelled it too. Filled with lust and desire he abandoned all sense and concentrated on making his daughter cum. The damn broke and Sandra's whole body tensed as if she were bearing the weight of the world. Her hands turned white with strain as she tried to tear the wooden bench in front of her to pieces as her loins exploded in delirious pleasure. Screwing her eyes shut in concentration she bit down hard and locked her jaw as she tried to remain quiet as the waves of excruciating joy crashed against her. "So remember," the preacher was concluding, "prayer is not a chore, it's a twenty four hour hotline to God." "A-MEN!" Sandra shouted loudly with relief, stunning everyone around her. The preacher did a little jump, startled as well. "Thank you sister," he said amusedly. Jerry pulled his hand free immediately and sat up straight. He pressed his fingers together and leaned over with them near his face. He inhaled her scent deeply and felt his throbbing cock threaten to explode. With sheer will he pulled his hands away and looked up to see his daughter settling back against the seat with a dreamy look spread across her face. As the services concluded Sandra pulled the sweater on properly, buttoning it up all the way to hide her cleavage. She stood and held out her hand to her father. When he took it she pulled him close to her body and walked in front of him to hide his obvious erection. "You enjoy the sermon honey?" grandmother Jacobsen asked Sandra as they walked to the aisle. "I did, but we've got to get home quickly," Sandra replied as she led her father away. "Second cumming and all," she added with a wink. Sinning in Church Ch. 02 Authors note: Sinning in church was never meant to have a sequel. I wrote it because I enjoyed that particular scene and I intended to let readers finish it on their own in their heads. If you did read the first part and you think the ending you envisioned is better than the one I've come up with, by all means disregard what I've written here. Sandra led her father out of the church, avoiding anyone she suspected would want to stop and talk. Mrs. Jenkins was their last hurdle and Sandra sighed heavily when she knew she couldn't escape her. Jerry, her father, stood closely to Sandra's backside, his hard on pressed up against the fleshy cheeks of her ass. "Mrs. Jenkins," Sandra exclaimed, "I have been meaning to call you." Sandra wiggled her bottom imperceptibly as she hugged the woman. Jerry suppressed a groan as his daughter's ass applied the most delicious pressure against his cock. "I think we need to get together sometime this week. Is Tuesday good for you?" "Oh that would be lovely dear," the silver haired woman said. "Is everything okay Jerry? You don't look so good." Jerry didn't look well at all. His face was flushed, sweat was clearly visible on his brow and he tried to speak but only a squeak came out. "I think he's coming down with something," Sandra mused. "I need to get him home and into bed. I'll see you Tuesday." Mrs. Jenkins waved them through the door, Jerry still hiding his obvious arousal in his daughter's derriere. Sandra sped up once they passed the first row of cars in the parking lot. Jerry, no longer afraid of anyone spotting his erection that was tenting his pants, elongated his pace and soon both were by the truck he owned. He flicked the keyless entry and they clambered in. "Holy –", Jerry began. "Daddy, not while we're at church," Sandra reprimanded. He gave her an incredulous look and then began gesturing towards the church, her torn dress, and her crotch all the while trying to speak. "Home," Sandra commanded. Jerry pulled out of the parking lot, his mind racing trying to put it all together. He couldn't believe what had happened in church, but there was no way he could deny it either. His hand still smelled like her pussy, his cock was as hard as a steel beam, and his daughter was leering at him every time he looked her way. "Why today?" he finally asked as they came to a halt at a stop light. "You finally noticed," Sandra said simply. "Noticed what?" he said, lost as to her reasoning. "That I'm a woman," she said with a lecherous grin. He stared at her dumbfounded until she continued. "I noticed a long time ago that my daddy was a man. I just waited until you noticed that I was a woman." "So you planned this?" he asked bewildered. "Well, no not really planned," Sandra explained. "I mean I knew what I wanted and I waited for you to notice. I had no idea it would finally happen in church of all places." "What if I never noticed? What then?" Jerry pressed. Sandra laughed. "Oh I had no worries. If you hadn't done it on your own I would have made it impossible to miss." Suddenly Jerry had no doubt that she could have made him pay attention if she had put her mind to it. A car honking behind them brought his mind back to driving and the truck lurched forward in his haste to get home. "So what now?" he asked, half afraid and all excited. "What do you think?" Sandra teased. She pulled her skirt up and exposed her legs and upper thighs to her father while he drove. His eyes were riveted to the flesh underneath the hose. "Road," Sandra said putting her skirt back down. Jerry dutifully steered his eyes back to the road and tried valiantly to pay attention to driving. He glanced at her so often that Sandra giggled musically each time he did it. "You won't make it," she announced. They were in a shabby part of town and many of the strip malls they passed had half or more of the shops empty. "Pull in here," she indicated a parking lot with only a couple of cars in it. "Park over there." She pointed towards a corner where all of the stores were empty of businesses. Jerry pulled into the space and put the truck into park. As he leaned back Sandra had unfastened her seatbelt and was kneeling on her seat leaning in close to him. Her face was right before him and he gazed at her with anticipation, dread, and lust. She could see the conflicting emotions racing in his eyes. Before he could object his daughter pressed her lips against his and forced her tongue into his mouth, past his unsure lips. Sandra pulled herself closer by grabbing his sport coat and thrusting her breasts hard against him. She raked her fingers through his hair with her free hand and moaned wantonly into his mouth. Jerry had never been kissed like that. His cock grew even stiffer in his pants, if that were possible. His turgid flesh ached in a steady pulse and he could feel the wetness on his leg where he dripped his seminal lubricant. His mind fought with the need to protect his daughter, to preserve the parent-child relationship, and the mounting desire to do unholy things to his only offspring. Sandra grabbed his hand and placed it over her tit, pushing his fingers into her soft flesh. He emitted a howl that was the cry of a wounded beast as he began to maul her body in the most unfatherly fashion. Sandra would have sighed, but she was too busy dueling his tongue with hers. When at last she pulled back Jerry looked at her with animalistic lust. "I don't care if I go to hell," he said. "Good," Sandra smiled lasciviously, "because I'm going to take you to heaven and never let you leave!" Jerry gasped as his daughter clawed at his belt buckle and nearly ripped his pants open. When at last his slacks had been pulled down to his thighs his cock sprang out, a clear liquid leaking steadily from the tip. He watched as his daughter licked her lips like a starving hyena. With one last glance at her father, Sandra lowered her face into his exposed crotch. She pressed her face against the towering stalk of his manhood, pressing it against her cheek and taking deep breaths through her nose. Sandra licked the base of her father's cock and toyed with his heavy balls. She moved it from side to side to apply more spit, careful not to stroke him for fear he would explode before she was ready. Her tongue darted out and licked his hairy sack until he whimpered. "Here we go daddy," Sandra whispered taking a hold of the base of his cock with her fingers and aiming the tip at her pursed lips. She extended her tongue and pushed him into the tight oval of her lips, licking the underside of his cock with long sweeps as she took him in. When she got him as deep as she could she began to stroke the rest of his pole, her hand bumping into her chin with each upward motion. "Holy fucking! Jesus Christ!" Jerry shouted, punching his hand into the roof above him and pressing down so that he could arch his pelvis upward. Cum exploded from his cock in a torrential flood. Sandra tried desperately to contain it, but the rush of seed kept coming, bulging her cheeks and then pouring out of her mouth. Jerry slumped into the seat as his orgasm subsided, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Sandra swallowed what she could and then wiped her chin with the back of her hand. His cock was still semi-erect in her mouth as she made lewd slurping sounds trying to vacuum up the overflow. She took her mouth off of his cock and lapped up the spent semen and saliva that had pooled in his pubic hairs over his balls. Satisfied that her father was as clean as she could make him in such cramped quarters, Sandra sat back on her haunches and looked at her father, dribbles of cum drying on her chin and cheek. She sucked each of her fingers clean in turn as she gazed at him with lust filled eyes. "I love the way you taste," she whispered breathily, "Daddy." She mimed biting him and he flinched convulsively. "I love you," he whispered in amazement. Sandra sat back in her chair and pulled down the visor to look in the mirror. Jerry thought she would be cleaning up the mess but instead she just seemed mesmerized by the sight of herself. Pushing the visor up again she looked at him expectantly. "You're not going to clean your face?" Jerry asked. "No," she said flatly. "I kind of like the look of my daddy's cum drying on my face. Think anyone will notice?" Jerry shook his head in disbelief. He started the truck and pulled out of the parking lot. As they made their way through traffic towards home Sandra kept staring out her window at the people in the other cars. "Oh!" she yelled once. "I think that lady saw me and I definitely think she knows I have my daddy's cum on my face!" "Well she will if you keep yelling that. I'm surprised she didn't hear you," Jerry said with a chuckle. "You think I should roll my window down?" Sandra laughed at the panic look upon his face. "Fine, I won't yell it out the window. Though I would if you asked me," she said with a sly wink. When they arrived home Jerry pulled the car into the driveway and waited for the garage door to open. Sandra couldn't be bothered though; she undid her seatbelt and got out, making her way up to the front door. He quickly shut off the truck and scrambled to catch up with her. "Are you crazy?" he whispered loudly when he made it to her side. "Crazy about you," she replied, twirling his tie in her fingers. "Crazy about my daddy," she added wiggling her ass lewdly. "Good lord, I've got to get you into the house," Jerry stammered. "Yeah, you better get me inside before I can't wait anymore and I take you on the lawn." He unlocked the front door and opened it for her. Sandra had moved back a step and when he turned around she was waving to some neighbors who were walking by on their side of the street. Only thirty or so feet separated them and Sandra looked as if she meant to speak with them. Jerry dashed to her side and spun her around, leading her back towards the door. "God," he said with a hint of anger, "You are acting like you are drunk. What the hell is wrong with you?" he said shutting and locking the door behind them. When he turned around Sandra was facing him. "Ten years." She said forcefully. "Ten years I've waited for this day. And I don't give a fuck who knows about it. I feel like shouting it from the rooftop, broadcasting it on television, going to the mall and passing out fliers that say 'I sucked my father's cock and now I'm going to fuck him'. " Jerry was taken back by her confession. Ten years? He wondered. That would have been only a couple years after his wife, Sandra's mother, had passed on. She had been waiting for him since she was seventeen? Jerry leaned heavily against the door and rubbed at his head. "Do you understand now? You're not the only one who has been without for a very long time." "But you dated," Jerry said defensively. Sandra harrumphed. "Dates, yes. Action? No. You never wondered why I didn't move out? Get a place of my own?" "I thought you stayed because of me, keeping me company." "I did," her voice was soft now. "I stayed because I wanted to make you happy. And I fell in love with you. I fell in love with the same loving, gentle, caring, funny man my mother fell in love with. And now I'm going to love you enough for the both of us." Jerry looked up to see his daughter advancing on him. Her eyes were filled with a tender hunger that he couldn't deny. She slid her fingers up his cheek and she pulled his face close to hers as she speared her tongue into his mouth. Even though his mind was at odds with the fact that this was his daughter Jerry felt his body responding and he pulled her tight against him. She fumbled with his tie as he tried to unzip her dress all the while kissing noisily. Unable to take it any longer he broke the kiss and pushed her farther into the living room, yanking his tie off and shrugging his coat to the floor. His daughter turned around and presented her back to him. He slid the zipper down and pushed the dress of her shoulders. As the creamy skin was exposed he laid hot kisses from her ear to her shoulders and back again. His hands slipped under her arms and he groped her breasts. Sandra pressed back against him, his growing cock pressing into her fleshy buttocks enticingly and moaned deeply. "Do you think we should go into the bedroom? The neighbors might see us in here," she warned. "No," Jerry said between nibbles on her ear. "Let them see." He spun her around quickly and pulled her tight against him, her exposed breasts crushed against his chest. "God, I've got to feel more of you," he growled. He pulled his shirt apart, buttons flying in every direction in his haste to be naked. He pulled her to him again, her blazing skin pressing into his bare flesh. Their tongues battled in and out of their mouths as they hurriedly removed the rest of the clothes that still entrapped them. When at last Jerry stood before his daughter in only his socks and she in her hose he pushed away and stared at her openly. Her skin was like powdered ivory, blue veins streaking just below the surface of the skin on her breasts. Her rounded tummy tapered into flaring hips that accentuated her feminine nature. He knelt before her and tugged at her panties until they slid down her body. "Hungry daddy?" Sandra asked, her voice dripping with sex. "Like you wouldn't believe," he said seriously. Sandra sat on the edge of the couch and leaned back, her breasts spilling out invitingly. She spread her legs open before his eyes and then slipped her fingers into her pussy and pulled the wet lips apart. "The buffet is open and it's all you can eat," she offered. Jerry scrambled between her legs and lifted her heels so that they were resting on his shoulders. He dipped his face into her humid crotch and licked at her thighs. His lips devoured her flesh as he made his way to the fount he so desperately needed to drink from. At last his tongue swiped through the river of nectar that was now flowing freely from her pussy. Sandra gasped and gripped the back of his head with her free hand and pulled his face tight against her. Jerry responded by spearing his tongue as far into her as he could and then began to lap ravenously at her sex. His wild, haphazard assault on her pussy soon gave way to a more experienced technique and Sandra was biting her lip trying to hold off the inevitable. Sensing that she was resisting the final onslaught Jerry slipped his hands under her buttocks and tilted her upwards for a better angle. As she adjusted her position he let his hands slide closer to where her plump ass cheeks met. His tongue danced over her clit in a heart racing rhythm and then he touched the tender rosebud of her anus. Her leaking juices and his drooling lubricated his finger as he pushed it in just a fraction of an inch, just enough to tease the rim. "Oh fuck!" Sandra roared. "Oh fuck daddy! Daddy eat me! Eat me! Touch my asshole, daddy!" Her words became incoherent grunts and whimpered moans as his tongue and fingers brought her crashing through the wall and over the cliff. Sandra gasped and cried as the orgasm rippled through her body until at last she lay limp on the couch, uncaring that her body was a disheveled mess and fluids leaked freely. "Maybe I should go out and show the neighbors what's all over my face?" Jerry quipped. "Well any woman that got within ten feet of you would know you were taken," Sandra replied with a knowing gleam in her eye. "Is that how you women mark your men nowadays?" he asked playfully. "Yep," she said pulling his face up to hers. "And everyday before you leave I intend to mark my man." Sandra kissed her father deeply then she began to kiss the wetness from his face. She could feel his desire growing as he kissed her more urgently, his hands kneading her flesh more firmly. She pulled away from him and looked into his eyes with a serious expression. "You ready to commit a felony, daddy?" Sandra asked. When Jerry only stared at her blankly she slid off the couch and crawled away from him on her hands and knees. Arching her back she presented her ass to him, her puffy pussy lips obscenely spread open and waiting. "Fucking your daughter is a felony in this state. Are you ready to cross the final line?" Jerry stood up, his cock sticking straight out from his body. "Is that answer enough?" he asked, flexing his stomach to make his penis bounce up and down. "Come give it to me and make it good enough we won't mind going to jail," she said, spreading her legs a little wider. Jerry knelt behind his daughter and caressed her fleshy ass, his fingers gliding over the pale white skin. He pried her cheeks apart and stared at the winking brown eye. "Here, let me," Sandra said, reaching between her legs and grabbing the shaft of her father's cock between her fingers. She guided the tip of his cock to her pussy and rubbed it across her clit a couple of times before pushing it back and positioning it at the entrance. "Fuck me, daddy. Fuck your little girl. Fuck your new wife." Jerry slid into the oven that was his daughter's cunt. Her walls seemed to be a velvet vise, a prison his cock never wanted to escape from. Her gasps told him that she hadn't been lying about not having sex with any man in ages. "Oh holy -," Sandra wailed. Her father pressed slowly into her and she felt her pussy expanding to accommodate him. It had been so long since anyone or anything had been in her pussy she had forgotten what it was like to be reminded she was a woman. Her orgasm started almost instantly. With each movement in and out of her she was rocked by small waves of bliss that sharded out to touch every part of her body. The hair on her neck stood on end, her toes curled and black dots blurred her vision. "Fucking- my- little- girl," Jerry huffed as his cock pistoned in and out of his daughter's cunt. "I'm- fucking- my- baby- girl." "Yes, daddy," Sandra urged him on, "fuck your little girl. Fuck me good!" She could feel his cock grow even harder inside of her body. The tip scraped against the upper wall of her vaginal sheath, exerting extra pressure that seemed to burn her as he rapidly approached his climax. "I did it mom!" Sandra screamed as her father unloaded into her. She felt the flood of warmth blast into her pussy and it sent her over the edge. As the orgasm wracked her body she could no longer hold herself up and she let her face fall to the floor. She braced herself as her father continued to pound into her, pumping spurt after spurt of cum into her wonderfully abused pussy. Jerry heaved and gasped and finally collapsed exhausted, hunched over his daughter's back. He hugged her awkwardly as he tried to regain his breath. Sweat covered both of their bodies as they spent minutes in quiet, the only noise the sound of their breathing. At last Jerry moved off of his daughter, his cock coming out of her pussy with a plop. He rolled next to her and pulled her close and holding her tightly. "You are absolutely amazing," he said simply. "An angel out of the bedroom and a whore in it," Sandra quoted. "Where did you hear that?" Jerry asked, twisting to look at her. "Mom," Sandra replied somberly.