Too Big Taboo Bundle(34)

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"You be a good girl, Laura," he said. "Take care of your Mom for me.  I'll be home in a day or two, as soon as I close the deal in San  Francisco."



He leaned over and planted a kiss on my forehead, then leaned in to kiss  Mom, too. She turned away, and his kiss landed on her cheek. Daddy  didn't seem to notice her rudeness. He squeezed my shoulder, grabbed his  suit coat and briefcase, and the next thing I knew, the door was  shutting behind him. And I was alone with Mom.



"Take my plate to the sink, would you?" she asked, stuffing the last  little bits of pancake in her mouth. "I couldn't possibly do the dishes  with my back aching like it is."



"Don't worry, I'll take care of it," I said.



Mom leaned back in her chair and belched as I carried our dirty plates to the sink.



"Bring me those Oreos, would you?" she asked.



I handed her the cookies. She carried them into the living room and  turned on the TV. Mom could spend hours watching "Law & Order" and  all the CSI shows.



After finishing the dishes, I went to my room, where I spent most of the  day listening to music and texting my friend Allison, who was in the  midst of a major life crisis because her boyfriend was slow to respond  to her latest Snapchat.



WTF? she kept texting. WTF??



When it was time for bed, I slipped out of my T-shirt and shorts and  tossed them into my dirty-clothes bin, and I stood in front of the  mirror in my bra and panties. I studied my body for signs of  imperfections. I was thin as a stick, and my tiny boobs were practically  nonexistent, like two little hills gently rising from a flat landscape.  I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. My little brown nipples  stood erect from my white chest. Some of my classmates had developed  bigger tits than these when we were, like, 11 years old.



I touched my breast and played with my nipple, watching myself in the  mirror. I wondered what it would be like for a man to touch me like  this. I was getting wet until I thought of my ex-boyfriend. That was a  sore subject.



Putting the ex out of my mind, still teasing my firm little nipple, my  other hand drifted down to my panties. My fingers slid below the  waistband, to my delicate mound, and I caressed myself above the fabric,  tracing the outlines of my folds. My eyes closed, and a soft murmur  escaped my lips. As my fingers wandered, so did my mind. It felt like  being in a dream, like the fingers touching me, teasing me, belonged to  someone more experienced, a man who could guide me and teach me.



He had strong arms and silver hair.



Wait, silver hair? As in *his* hair? The instant I realized who I had  been fantasizing about, it filled me with horror and shame. That kind of  attraction was forbidden, even if it was just a fantasy.





II.



I was in the middle of scolding myself when I heard my mom pounding on my door.



"Just a minute!" I pleaded, scrambling to pull my T-shirt back over my taut nipples and wet panties.



Mom threw open the bedroom door just as I had finished covering myself. "What the hell were you doing in here?" she asked.



"Nothing. Just getting ready for bed."



"Well, you're not sleeping in here," Mom replied.



I must have had a puzzled look on my face, because Mom rolled her eyes.  "My back can't take another night in that awful bed," she said. "I'm  bunking in here tonight."



"But, in my room?" I protested. "My bed's not big enough for both of us."



"I didn't say anything about us both sleeping in here. Take the couch,  take my bed for all I care. Just get out so I can get a good night's  sleep for a change."



Mom barged into my room, and I got out of her way just as she was crawling into the bed. My bed.



"Turn out the light on your way out," she said, fluffing my pillow and  rolling onto her side, the wide curve of her ass mounding in the air. I  could picture all the drool she was about to drip on my pillow, a  disgusting image indeed.



Shutting the bedroom door, I made my way to the living room and lay on  the couch for a while, but my legs were draped at a weird angle over the  armrest and I couldn't get uncomfortable. I sat in the recliner, but  that wasn't much better. I couldn't believe Mom had booted me from my  own room. It didn't seem fair. Plus, there weren't any extra blankets,  and I was wearing nothing but a T-shirt and panties. The night air was  beginning to feel really cold against my skin.



Forget this recliner. I gave up and went to Mom and Daddy's bed. It was  one of those massive California king-size beds that are as wide as they  are long. Soft sheets and a fluffy comforter were bunched up where Mom  had not bothered to make the bed that morning. Luckily the maid had  changed the sheets yesterday, so I didn't feel too gross lying between  fabric that was full of my mom's dead skin cells.                       
       
           


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I pulled the sheets and comforter up to my chin and luxuriated in the  softness. My mom was absolutely insane-this bed felt amazingly  comfortable. In no time at all, I had drifted off to sleep, and I did  not wake up until the middle of the night  …  when someone flipped on the  lights.



I blinked through the haze as my eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness. There was a man in the doorway.



"Laura?"



Daddy's voice.





III.



"Daddy?" I asked sleepily. "What are you doing home?"



"We wrapped up early, so I caught the red eye out of San Francisco  International. Where's your mother? And what are you doing in my bed?"



Daddy rolled his suitcase into the room and unpacked a few things as I  explained how Mom had claimed my bed for the night. I told him that I  had come to his bed after trying and failing to sleep in the living  room.



"I'll go back to the living room if you want," I said.



"Nonsense," Daddy replied. "My bed is more than big enough for both of us and a few more people, to boot."



Daddy flicked the lights off so I could go back to sleep, and he went  into the bathroom to change out of his suit. However, I remembered my  naughty thoughts from earlier and was far too anxious to even think  about sleeping, knowing that I would soon be sharing a bed with Daddy. I  had to be strong and not do anything foolish or forbidden.



When Daddy had changed into his jammies, he slid between the sheets and  gave me a big goodnight hug. I loved the way his arms felt around my  waist. He liked it too, holding me tightly, just a little longer than  usual.



"Wow," Daddy said, easing his grasp around my waist. "For a second there  I mixed you up with the wife I married a long, long time ago. Believe  it or not, when we first met, your mom was as slender as you are now.  She had little curves just like yours."



I paused for a moment. I was overcome by guilt and not sure what to do about it.



"Daddy," I finally said. "I have to tell you something."



"Anything, sweetheart," he encouraged.



"Anything?" I asked hesitantly. "I  …  I had naughty thoughts about you earlier."



The room was too dark to make out Daddy's expression, but his body  stiffened. "What kind of thoughts?" he asked. His arms were still around  my waist. He pulled me in a little tighter, until my body was enveloped  by his large, tight frame.



"It's bad," I said. "I'm ashamed to admit it."



My mind was racing. Should I confess or not? I knew he wouldn't be mad  at me. Even so, I was reluctant to admit my feelings, afraid it would  alter our relationship in a way that could not be taken back. What if he  wouldn't love me anymore?



Daddy spoke before I could work up the nerve to respond. "I think I know  what you were going to say," he said. "It's only natural for a young  woman to have confusing feelings for the man who raised her. But they're  just that-feelings. They will go away when you meet a young man and  fall in love."



He was saying all reasonable things, but his body language betrayed him.  Even in the dark, his eyes smoldered with anguished passion. His body  remained clasped to mine, holding me in his loving embrace, and I could  feel something stiffening down below, pushing ardently into my backside.  My breath quickened, reacting to the pressure of Daddy's hardness. The  thin fabric of his pajamas did nothing to obscure the rigid contours of  Daddy's cock.



Everything he said was level-headed. It made sense. But there was no  doubt in my mind, my Daddy was just as turned on by me as I was by him. I  could feel his warm breath on my neck. I snuggled into his crotch,  making him even harder. A barely audible moan escaped his lips. Hearing  his voice turned me on so much. My pussy was getting wet, imagining  Daddy stuffing his meaty cock inside me, filling me up. I was taken away  by my own fantasy, grinding my little ass into Daddy's hardness.