18 Gift from the Maker (2/2)

Sadly, my daughter is not in the living room either.

I look around the room and recall sitting right there on the sofa after I had driven my daughter home from school, all while pumping my huge cock out of her hot and wet mouth.

As I sat there on the sofa, Mary was between my legs and sucking the venom out of me, much to my delight. Her breasts were also bare, allowing me to molest them with my eyes and hands.

They are so soft and tender, filling out my palm very nicely. She has beaten her mother in the area. It is more like in every area imaginable.

I also recall helping her with her homework in this room after dinner. Not me personally. Richard did, and throughout the whole time, he was sitting very close to her and giving her a lot of hugs as well as massages, making her giggle.

Mary had no idea that her father had molested her the whole time while he helps her with her school work. Her ass is in his hand. Her breasts in the other.

I can recall the soft and tender feelings upon my palms and fingers even if she had been wearing pantie and bra.

Damn. They feel so nice.

I guess I forgot to tell my daughter not to wear any undergarments when we are home alone together.

It allows for an easier access.

I will do that as soon as possible, because my daughter should always be ready to suck out the venom and get fucked around the house.

That would be a dream.

An awesome dream! Hah!

I shake myself out my fantasy and return to the hallway. My cock is getting impatient.

I am too.

Where the hell is my daughter when I need her?

I mean. Where is my – ah fuck it. I am not religious.

And Richard isn't a saint, so I can swear and curse all I want. We both are going to hell for all of this. I mean Richard is. Hell didn't want me.

Why the fuck not!? I would be a great devil, tempting people into committing adultery. Hah!

My ears eventually capture a faint voice, accompanying by the rushing of water.

Ah. That is where she is.

Why is my daughter taking a shower so late in the morning?

Mary should have done so about half an hour ago, right before breakfast. Since my daughter is actually taking a shower right now instead of already had her breakfast, it seems that she has wake up kind of late today. It is like due to becoming extremely exhausted last night.

I did give her quite a massage.

Unfortunately, I didn't give her a midnight snake or paint her face. Richard, you idiot.

Did you go to sleep with blue balls!?

Good thing I am so cheerful this morning or I will start smashing things around the house.

Anyway, I stalk the hallway towards the bathroom. I turn the doorknob to see if it is locked. It usually isn't in case something happens. It is the same with the bedrooms.

It isn't my rule, but I welcome it, nonetheless.

And it isn't like I am creepy enough to peek on my daughter while she showers or asleep.

Hah! I am totally creepy enough. And it isn't like the first time I did such a thing.

I spy on everyone for many years, so I become an expert at it.

Well. When no one can see or hear you, it is really hard to get caught.

I might get caught now, but no pain no gain.

Carefully, I slip myself into the bathroom to have a closer peek. The shower and bath are emptied and dried, meaning she hasn't taken a shower yet.

Good. I think I will join her since I am super sweaty. I did miss out daddy-daughter's shower last night, so I should make up for it today.

My daughter is standing at the basin, looking directly at her own reflection in the mirror. Both of her hands are up to her face, checking herself.

'Did it really work? I think I have become a bit prettier. Maybe dad can let the venom out on my face instead of making me swallow it again. I don't mind since it doesn't taste that bad.'

My daughter didn't say that. It actually hovering above her head.

This is my newest power, the power to see thoughts. This will help me greatly.

I didn't pay much attention to her face since my eyes are glued to her body. She is only wearing a hot pink bra and pantie, and since her body is leaning forwards, her shapely rear is directly pointing at me, inviting me to enter from behind.

Don't mind if I do, sweetie.

My cock throbs maddingly.

Oh God.

I nearly rush there to grab her ass and press my hard cock against it. I think she will scream if I did that because any normal person would, gullible or not.

I need to ease her into it.

And my daughter will scream in delight as I drill her ass.