taboo-stories:

Hiding in Plain Sight 1/1
Peter opened his daughter’s door and rushed in. This news was too good to withhold. Hannah sat on a stool in the corner, wide-eyed and stiff-muscled. It was odd, but didn’t seem important. He handed the letter over to her and told her to read it. The letterhead was from her top-choice college. Hannah’s voice was obviously emotional as she read the good news. A tear fell down her cheek to her oddly nervous smile. 
“Isn’t this wonderful?” asked Peter. 
“Mmmhmm!” his daughter responded. Peter kissed her on the forehead. 
“I love you, sweetie.” 
“I love you too, daddy.” 
“Let’s go phone your mother.”
“I’d…rather tell her in person.”
“Well this calls for celebration. Take you out for ice cream?” Hannah’s eyes showed herself struggling to think.
“My…back…is hurting. I think I need to sit like this for a while longer. But why don’t you go and bring some back?”
“Bring home an ice cream cone? Carried in my my third hand?”
“Yes….no….bucket. A bucket of ice cream.”
“OK, hun. Can I help you straighten your back?” He bent down and place one hand on her stomach and another on her back.
“Nope, I’m fine! Uh…aaaahhhh! Just go, Dad.” Peter turned to leave.
“Chocolate?”
“Strawberry! Bye Dad!”
The door shut, Hannah breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back in the rocking chair. The attached dildo slid out of her aching pussy as it was designed to. She had pushed it hard against her cervix to keep it out of view. It was such an unbelievably close call…she could hardly believe her father could be so oblivious. He hadn’t noticed the gap in the seat or her white panties lying on the bright blue carpet.
Hannah heard the engine start and the car pull from the driveway. “Fifteen minutes,” Hannah thought to herself, as she closed her eyes and began to rock herself back and forth. “Mmmm…Adam…fuck me good…”

taboo-stories:

Hiding in Plain Sight 1/1

Peter opened his daughter’s door and rushed in. This news was too good to withhold. Hannah sat on a stool in the corner, wide-eyed and stiff-muscled. It was odd, but didn’t seem important. He handed the letter over to her and told her to read it. The letterhead was from her top-choice college. Hannah’s voice was obviously emotional as she read the good news. A tear fell down her cheek to her oddly nervous smile. 

“Isn’t this wonderful?” asked Peter. 

“Mmmhmm!” his daughter responded. Peter kissed her on the forehead. 

“I love you, sweetie.” 

“I love you too, daddy.” 

“Let’s go phone your mother.”

“I’d…rather tell her in person.”

“Well this calls for celebration. Take you out for ice cream?” Hannah’s eyes showed herself struggling to think.

“My…back…is hurting. I think I need to sit like this for a while longer. But why don’t you go and bring some back?”

“Bring home an ice cream cone? Carried in my my third hand?”

“Yes….no….bucket. A bucket of ice cream.”

“OK, hun. Can I help you straighten your back?” He bent down and place one hand on her stomach and another on her back.

“Nope, I’m fine! Uh…aaaahhhh! Just go, Dad.” Peter turned to leave.

“Chocolate?”

“Strawberry! Bye Dad!”

The door shut, Hannah breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back in the rocking chair. The attached dildo slid out of her aching pussy as it was designed to. She had pushed it hard against her cervix to keep it out of view. It was such an unbelievably close call…she could hardly believe her father could be so oblivious. He hadn’t noticed the gap in the seat or her white panties lying on the bright blue carpet.

Hannah heard the engine start and the car pull from the driveway. “Fifteen minutes,” Hannah thought to herself, as she closed her eyes and began to rock herself back and forth. “Mmmm…Adam…fuck me good…”