A minute later, I figured that it was going to be even nicer than I’d thought. I felt a pair of soft arms embrace me from behind, then two loving hands started stroking my stomach… and a few seconds later, they wandered down to my genitals. I was pleasantly surprised to feel movement between my legs, as my wife had apparently found time for a bit of morning intimacy.
Gentle strokes up and down my inner thighs, soft fingers with a touch of sharp nails just hinting at some animalistic tendencies… I knew what was coming next. She placed one hand around the base of my limp cock and the other gently embraced my balls. Then she took me in her mouth, making me swell up. My cock started hardening and quickly grew to full size between her lips.
“Mmmmh…” I moaned.
She started a delightful sucking motion first. Then she moved her head back and forth, slowly fucking me with her relaxed, open mouth. Damn, it felt good. It was so long since the last time she used her mouth on me… so long I couldn’t even remember… I wondered why she was feeling so frisky this morning. Maybe it was that bracelet I bought her a couple of days ago? Or maybe she just loved her man so much that she wanted to give him an early morning blowjob like she used to do before our lives grew too busy?
I didn’t know and I didn’t care. I just stood there with the shaver running and enjoyed the pleasurable sensation of her warm, wet mouth slurping away at me. Maybe I should get up this early more often, I thought. Even though it meant I’d less sleep, it clearly had its advantages.
I opened my eyes slightly and checked the progress in the mirror. I was just about finished with the shave, but I could probably make it last a few more minutes, I thought with a grin. Still drowsy and on my way into a fog of sexual enjoyment, I reached down with my free hand and ran my fingers through her hair. Her long, silky, black hair… For our anniversary next month, I was definitely going to buy her a….
Woah, hang on, back it up. I flinched. Black hair? Suddenly, I was wide awake. An ice cold shiver ran down my spine as my brain now remembered that Ava had dyed her hair a distinct light brown with blonde highlights just a few days ago. Still feeling that silky smooth hair run through my fingers, I looked down towards the floor in front of me … seeing the top of my daughter’s head.
“Alisha, what the fuck…?!”
At first, I was about to shout. Then, as if on cue, I heard noises from the kitchen and it occurred to me that advertising what was going on to the whole house might just make things worse.
“Alisha, what the fuck are you doing!?” I whispered as loudly as I could while still feeling pretty sure my wife couldn’t hear.
My daughter had her eyes closed. She seemed completely absorbed in what she was doing and kept sucking at my cock while making tiny mumbling noises:
“Mmmm… mmm…”
“Alisha …” I said and put a hand on her shoulder, pushing her away.
“Mmm!” she mumbled loudly, resisting me, reaching around my leg and holding herself in place.