The strange tension between them started to arise as her breaths were getting heavy; her father, feeling it, stretched his fingers towards her feet and began to slowly tickle them.
Feeling the tickle, her arousal started to strange shape while she started to pay attention to her father's words: "What, you brat, scared or something? You surely have no stamina at all. When we were your age, we could ride bicycles for the entire day without getting tired!"
Hearing her father's words, she could only imagine one thing riding, and she was sure that she surely would be able to ride it more than him, but it was the main trouble that he was her father and she couldn't just jump on him.
So feeling the trouble, she tried to distract herself while speaking in a taunting manner: "Yeah, Father, surely that's why you are closer to the grave than me, just kept wasting your life on a cycle; if you would have given this time to Mom, then she must be really happy in her final moments!"
After saying it, she realized what she had said, so now she was feeling somewhat guilty for saying such an insensitive thing, while her father didn't speak for a few moments and started tickling crazily before speaking: "Creepy, what would you expect from an old coot? Of course I am closer to the grave than you, and it is a nice thing, but creepy ass, can you tell me if I didn't give quality time to your mom, then how in the fucking world did you appear?"
Hearing his words, she felt way too stupid to ask such a question, and feeling the tickle, she started laughing uncontrollably, and in her attempt to break free from his grip, she started moving away, but those movements started to take a different turn than she thought; the movements started to bring them closer, and feeling the warmth of each other's body, they realized where this entire scene was moving towards.
Feeling the increasing closeness, both tried to shift away from each other, but due to insufficient space, despite moving away, they could still feel the burning warmth from each other, but it was not uncomfortable; it was comfortable, as if they just wanted to sink into such warmth.
The moment of awkwardness she was feeling despite the caution, she was hoping for an early death right now, but death is a luxury that time doesn't provide.
So soon she felt that there was something around her feet, feeling it strangely wet; she was wondering about it, but soon she remembered the texture: it was lips that were moving around her feet, and the tongue had that same wet texture. Feeling the warmth, she realized that no matter what she tried, she couldn't keep running from herself.
So feeling it inevitable, she also turns to her father's feet while increasing the closeness. Feeling her sinking in his touch, her father also places his arm around her waist and pulls her closer.
Feeling the closeness of such raw emotions, she also brings her lips to his feet and starts to bring her lips closer to his feet, but just as she is about to feel his feet, she senses that something is poking in her crotch, something big enough to make her feel aroused.
Sensing such a strange thrill, she starts to strip her clothes from below while unbuttoning her upper dress. Feeling the need to get naked but sensing the people were still around the couch, was strange kind of thrill that wasn't allowing her get entirely naked, while she felt that her father's fingers also started unbuttoning his pant and started licking her feet.
Now she was also trying to match the pace of her father, so she also tugged out her boobs and started rubbing them between his leg.
Feeling strange softness around his feet, his excitement started to harden his treasure, and he started slipping his hands below her ass while slipping his fingers inside of her panties.
Feeling this sudden improvement, her breaths started to become heavy, and her sounds of panting began to rise, but sensing the people around, she tugged her face at his feet, trying her best to hold back sounds of her breaths.
Soon slipping his fingers in and pulling her closer while her crotch rubs his treasure felt way too nice. She felt a strange kind of pleasure in it as her father was moving her by her asshole, pulling and pushing her to make a rhythm of stroking on his treasure, and this rhythm was working way too badly for her that she could feel that she was dripping like a waterfall, and every stroke was making her more vulnerable than him.
Despite him getting stroked by such an intimate area, instead of showing signs of getting pushed back, he was getting harder by every stroke, so it was making it hard for her to hold herself back, and soon she felt that she was moving to his rhythm and was unconsciously squeezing her thighs to give him proper support.
But now she was feeling that it might end up early because, despite such a pace, her father was an old man, so then it could end easily, right?
But as she was thinking about it, she felt a strange dizziness, as if she were drained. Feeling it weird, she tried to think back, but still she didn't remember cumming a single time, but now she was not feeling her father between her thighs but rather inside of her.
Feeling such a strange situation, she felt kind of panicked, but as she was about to say something to him, she heard him whispering, 'Hey, you surely are like your mom; you always know how to push me off my limits. "Damn, despite cumming four times, you are still making this old man feel young!"
Hearing his words, she felt way too strange and her memories of that dream started to reflect, as despite her countless tries of escaping the fate of fucking her own dad, she was still turned to same slut who was riding her father's treasure!
But after realizing that she just can't keep running away from it, she also starts to move with him. The movements begin to roughen up, and the sheets begin to cover up while the clothes that were covering both of their mouths are insanely wet with their drool on them.
And after loving each other till midnight. They both lay on each other's side, without a single worry about the world, just in each other's arms, wishing for such a dream to never end!
This is how the first story ended; seeing it, I was way too taken that I didn't pay attention to Mom, who was looking way too strangely at the screen. Surely she liked the video but she had something else in her eyes, so to test something, I asked her while pinching her cheek, 'Mom, did you like it?'
Hearing my words and feeling the pinch, she pouted a little while pulling my cheeks: "Brat, what the fuck was this video? It was way too strange, and how the fuck did you even get something like this and creepily mention playing another video? Fuck you, brat; do whatever you want!"