Give me a kiss, father!

When we moved to Ouro Preto - Minas Gerais, due to the transfer of my father who came to teach at college and my mother took advantage by setting up a souvenir shop for tourists, I could never imagine what would happen ... I dragged a small table so that I could look through the crack in the wood, clearly my parents lying on the bed...I found it very interesting. The next day when seeing my father coming out of the bathroom for his room; before he went to college, I ran into my bedroom and spied again by the window sill. When my dad got rid of the towel I had to open my eyes watching his pee-pee which even mole was much larger than that of my boyfriend who left me in Rio de Janeiro. At night him and my mother in the room, I noticed between them exchanging glances before going hand-in-hand for their room. Suspiciously, I went out and started watching the best porn movie of my life. One was helping another take off his clothes until they were both naked next to the bed in the biggest pile: kisses, mouth on breasts and hand on my dad's pussy who was sleeping enoooooommmmy got into bed at four just waiting for my father fit its jeba in her bucket and start beating a faster rhythm ... I instinctively tucked my hand underneath the skirt and pulled up my panties a little bit to sit with my finger on my lapel, watching my father fuck my mother who was grimacing and smiling at the same time... I even had an orgasm that unintentionally groaned quite loudly... but I noticed they didn't hear me because they were busy in this filth which lasted for about 20 minutes: first with her four-legged one, then ladinho and finally my mom riding my dad's dick until it fell over his totally exhausted body. In that week, I still saw my father naked in the room at least three times after his bath before he left home. I was nude in my bedroom and didn't even bother about a sash on the door thinking only I knew of its existence. But it was one day when I lay all comfortably that a sixth sense made me look to the communication door and think - "what if he is also spying on me?"... The worst thing is that I felt a pleasant chill running through my whole body which took my hand into my pocket and kept smoothing it by imagining my dad watching this scene. And it was precisely the fourth or fifth time I went to spy on my father naked that I ended up having confirmation that he also spied on me. From the sill, I saw when he entered the room and taking off his towel came approaching the communication door so far as to see him coming with his face in the direction of the frost ... The next day, as soon as my mother left for work I ran to take a shower before my father and made sure he saw me coming out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel into my room. In my bedroom, being certain that he must have been spying on me, I made sure to stand as close as possible to the door so that he could see me with his whole body. Minutes later it was my turn to see him naked after his bath... I had the impression that he too, just as I did, strategically stood at an angle so that I could see his hard cock (why hard?). But I only went for absolute certainty that he knew I was spying when he and my mother started a new session of whoring in the room. Clearly my father tried to get into my mom so that i could watch his dick going in and out of her four-legged pouch ... And he looked smiling towards the door several times. The very next day we began the same ritual; I took my bath and was naked in the room when I heard knock-knock coming from the door that communicated with the rooms...
- May I enter your room, daughter?
Can you just hold on a second?
I want to see you like this!
Knowing that he looked at me through the wooden hole was one thing, but to be naked face-to-face with my father made me nervous. knowing that he could open the door (the key was on his side of the room), I dragged the table which had been leaning against the door and ran to throw myself onto the bed and went underneath the sheet. The door even squeaked when he pushed it and appeared wearing only a panties that had an immense volume in front ... He sitting beside me on the bed:
- Do you like spying on your father naked?
Smile , please .
- I like it!
- I also like to stare at you naked!
He thrust his hand under the sheet and reaching for my leg began to smooth out my thighs:
- You were watching me and your mother yesterday, weren't you?
- I was, Dad!
When he came with his hand in the middle of my legs, I opened it a little bit letting his fingers begin to play on my lapel and watching him with his other hand pull out his panties to release his huge hard cock there from me.
- And you got turned on?
- Very much so!
He'd stick one finger into my bouquet, and when he put another in:
Take it easy, father!
I wasn't used to a thickness the same as two fingers together of my father, but soon was loving him tapping his toes in my little kiss so that I started turning my eyes and groan:
I'm not going to tell you that.
I went crazy when he took his fingers off my bouquet:
- No father, do it more.
He pulled the sheet uncovering my body and came up on his knees from bed holding her huge penis... realizing what was about to happen:
- No, father. Don't talk to him!
- Don't worry about it.
- But father, and then...?
- There is no danger, I promise!
I didn't think it was right to let him go, but he got so horny that I relaxed my legs letting him come in and put his dick on the doorstep... clearly felt my pussy expand to swallow up this big fat pause which started me screaming and moaning until he threw everything away. He's kneeling between my legs with his still hard pinto looking at me who was a little embarrassed wiping the fuck up with a towel:
- What's up, daughter?
- Dad, of course.
He came over to my side and leaned on his arm so he could keep looking at me:
- You don't have to be so ashamed daughter, with me you can have the freedom that you want; ok?
Knowing we wouldn't be alone that time, I took the initiative to hug him:
I know, Dad... but today was our first time.
He's getting ready to hug me too with his stick between my thighs and one of his hands on my ass:
- I have to go to college, daughter; but after two o'clock I will return home.
- Then I'll be waiting for you!
- Can I kiss you on the mouth?
- But father!
- I think your mouth is beautiful, but if you don't want it, fine!
Since I had already stopped eating my bucket, because it would be embarrassed just for a kiss on the mouth:
- Then give me a kiss, father.
He still smoothing my bundle with his hand began with a gentle kiss and was increasing the pressure getting glued on my mouth for several minutes right to exchange tongues ... When he let me go I felt a pressure in the middle of my thighs:
- Our father, is it hard again?
I wanted to kiss you, see how you left me?
After the kiss was so at ease with my father that I took his hand and held its hose which was again very hard:
- Do you want to do it again before we leave?
- Will you make it four for me?
Every time my boyfriend would ask me to stay on all fours, it was just so he could eat some of my dough. And in my head that's what Dad wanted:
- You don't want to put it in my pocket, do you?
- You want in on it?
Yours is too big and it's gonna hurt!
He's helping me get on my knees in bed.
Don't worry, I'll just put it in the bucket.
Put it all in.
And he stuck his dick all over my pussy and started a back-and-forth with more force that made me scream like a little puppy having my third orgasm in practically half an hour.
- Come here daughter, come!
I sat by his side, and he pulled me to slice a kiss of tongue:
- Damn it, I thought about you the whole time!
I wanted you to come right away!
More kisses before we went to my room where he himself took off all of my clothes. I lay down and watched him take his, until it showed me its huge hard cock ready to eat me ... on the stomach, stretched out legs waiting for my father put everything in and start moving your waist up and down while at the same time was kissing my mouth:
- I'm going to have fun!
He's increasing the pace of his punches:
Enjoy your daddy's hot little whore!
Strange he called me a whore, but I was enjoying myself like a cow until I got that pile of shit on my belly again...
- You think I'm a whore?
He laughed and came to give me a kiss on the mouth:
But only if you want to be mine from now on.
I understood what he meant, and thought it was cool since there in that city hadn't been time to get someone... still think one day would go back to Rio de Janeiro and return to my old boyfriend. And really turned the whore of dad, letting eat even my bundle (too tasty), and suck on his cock like a sex professional....