11 Gone to Work (1/2)

Once my sexy teenage daughter coaxes a couple more steamy and creamy milkshakes out of the cock that had made her many years prior, I finally decided to drive her to school.

Not me personally because I stop being stupid.

Richard drives her instead, as soon as I relinquished my control over the body, right after taking a good look at her while she changes out of her nightgown and into her school uniform.

Seeing secret strip show has brought me to instant hardness once more.

And I give my daughter another creamy milkshake for the road when she came back downstairs, much to her dismay due to the time.

She is going to be late for school.

I did have another one in me, but if I keep filling her wet mouth and tight throat, I am sure that neither of us will be heading anywhere for the day.

Not that I mind since I could always call in sick for the first time in like forever, but I would never hear the end of it from my bitch of a wife if Mary skips school to suck cock.

That didn't sound wrong at all. Hah!

As my daughter sits in the passenger seat of the car, I couldn't help but keep glancing at her, checking her out from her tanned thighs barely covered by her short skirt to her well-endowed chest, straining against the school blazer.

”Are you okay, daddy?”

My daughter asks me, worryingly. She is asking her actual father, Richard, since like her currently, I am also in the passenger seat.

It is just a different kind of passenger seat.

I am still fully aware of what happening to the body, however, just not as vividly compare to the time when I am in the driver seat.

Her bright blue eyes quickly take notice of the tenting between my legs. It is hard not to notice due to the massive boner I have having.

God. I want to feel her wet and hot mouth again.

”I'm fine, sweetie. Daddy is fine.”

Richard squeezes those words out of his dried throat. He is totally not fine, as he is wavering between the crushing feeling of guilt and the heavenly feeling of horniness. Maybe not heavenly.

Have a taste of blue balls! Hah!

Richard still couldn't believe he has tricked his daughter into sucking his cock and eating his sperm last night and for breakfast. She will have it for lunch and dinner too if I have anything to do with it.

Insert perverted thought #69 here.

Although Richard recalls all of his actions – my actions, actually – he couldn't fathom how it could have happened like it did. If it is up to him, he will never face-fuck his daughter. Not in a million year!

Probably more.

”Is the venom back again, daddy? I must have done a bad job again at sucking it out. I'm so sorry. Can you park the car over there, so I can suck it out again? I'm sure if I tell the teacher what happened, she will not send me to detention.”

Oh God! Yes! Do it Richard! Do it! Do it now!

Unfortunately, Richard is still a coward. He fears that if he did stop and let his daughter suck the venom out of his cock like she wanted to, a horde of police will be busting into his office and arrest his ass.

It is a scary thought, and I could feel his fear gripping my being.

Seriously man! Stop being afraid of stupid things!

It didn't feel good. But I couldn't do anything about it since there is a cool down before I can take back control again. Even though it isn't a long time to wait, I am not sure why there is a cool down.

Perhaps it is to stop me from enjoying only the fun bits?

Thanks a lot, great Maker. Wait! I didn't mean it. Please don't smite me.

Like Richard, I am a coward too.

But only to godlike beings that can instantly vaporize me with a thought. It isn't bad groveling at their feet since it will let me live longer and enjoy this blissful pleasure.

And enjoy I did.

There is so many people I want to fuck and fuck and fuck again! Hah!

Honestly, it feels really good leaning back and let my teenage daughter deepthroat me at the breakfast table.

If only there is some possible way of getting the bitch to suck my cock with our daughter.

It will be awesome. Blowbangs for mother and daughter.

”No. It is fine, sweetie. And remember, you are not supposed to tell anyone about it, not even to your teacher. Daddy is very embarrassed for having you to help him with this. Do you hate me for it?”

Somehow the teachers at school is higher than her mother when talking about the truth. The teachers are actually ordained priests and nuns, so I suppose it is more or less confession on her part.

I need some private confession time too. Those nuns are hot from what I could tell of their chest area and rear. Their habit only serves to accentuate their figures.

God sure knows how to pick them.

I am going straight to hell for this, am I?

Whatever. I think Lucifer would love my company.

But I should really make sure my daughter doesn't spill our little creamy secret. It would be the end of me. I mean the end of Richard since I could just escape and haunt another family.

It is the perfect escape plan.

What? That is the benefit of being a ghost. Bite me!