She began to come.

"Oh! Darling, shoot up me!" she cried, wanting him to come with her, to share the moment of joy.

"Yes!" he rasped.

His balls were ready to burst.

I'm fucking my wife! He thought desperately.

And then his hot jism was hosing her cunt. And, sure enough, be pretended she was his daughter.

Afterwards, with his cock and balls emptied, Jennifer's father was heartily ashamed of his lascivious thoughts and his incestuous fantasies. But he hadn't been able to help it. And, in time, he came to realize that there was no real harm in the imagining of such things. As long as it never went, beyond fantasy.

He thought about his teenaged daughter quite often, after that, while fucking his wife.

And Jennifer, too, had a new frig-fantasy. It was even naughtier, she thought, than the one about giving head to the football team or the one about putting out, charitably, for the sex-starved escaped convicts.

She often thought about fucking her father when she finger fucked herself. Sometimes she pretended that she was sucking his prick, too. She worked up a lovely scenario in which she sneaked into her parents' bed in the dark of night and sucked her daddy off while he thought that it was his wife who had gone down on him.

And, when she got really carried away, she pretended that she had moved over, after she had milked her father's cock, and gave her mothers cunt a good tonguing, as well.

That one was so naughty that, even when she was really hot, Jennifer had to blush when she imagined it. But it was very exciting, she had to admit.

Yes, Jennifer was a girl who masturbated a lot and who thought of many naughty things while she did so.

She was all set to give herself a good hand job now.

And she didn't know, yet, that she was in for an unexpected treat.