Chapter 3059 Marooned::Ep5
- My attention switched back to my daughter as Bob said, "lay down, Baby." She didn't hesitate but nor did she rush, her movements were languid. She seemed so relaxed as she poured herself onto the bunk and spread her legs. Her eyes were half closed in sexual anticipation as she smiled at him. A little smile, content, relaxed but with a trace of uncertainty. Bob did not immediately get onto the bunk. He stroked her body, starting with her breasts, he worked his way down. His hand moved over her flat, soft, smooth tummy and into her short bush. She reached out and took hold of his cock again, resuming her slow sensual wank. His hand seemed to push down slightly on her mons, before making its way to her clit. Lizzie breathed in sharply, closed her eyes and pushed her pelvis up into him. He spent a few moments gently diddling her clit and labia, spreading her lubrication around her entrance. Harry was still breathing in my ear, but his hand had moved to caress my breasts and slightly rub my erect nipples.
- My mind was drifting to my own pleasure and the thought of Harry's hands echoing his fathers when Bob climbed onto the bunk between Lizzie's smooth young, outstretched legs. His cock was as hard as I have seen it, it pointed rigidly to the ceiling. She opened her eyes to look at it and then into his eyes. He took hold of his cock and pointed it towards heaven. Her rose was in full bloom anticipating being fertilised by a phallus. He moved closer to her and just as her labia kissed his cock, Lizzies hands moved to grip the mattress. Bob sensed her fear, slowly and gently letting his torso down to meet hers. His eyes never left hers and once his upper body weight was on her his lips sought hers. They exchanged a long languid kiss and Lizzies body seemed to relax; her hands let go of the mattress. He had not penetrated her yet.
- Harry took my free arm and moved to up so he had better access to my breasts. He moved his head to my exposed arm pit and licked it. He didn't move his head and for a moment I was puzzled. Then I understood.... He was smelling me. I had never thought of arm pits as being the source of sexual inspiration but the thought of my own son sniffing me like a bitch on heat was sending my head into overdrive. His hand moved down my side to my hips as he continued to smell me, occasionally licking my arm pit to increase my scent.