Cross Country Taboo Ch. 02

"You like that, daddy?"

Once again, I opened my mouth wide and lowered my mouth over his huge cock. As I felt the veiny shaft slide over my tongue toward the back of my throat, I pushed as hard as I could, allowed more of his dick than before to penetrate my throat and played with his balls while I closed my tear filled eyes and tried to hold his cock for as long as I could.

Once again I came back up for air, gagged and spit, a line of saliva ran from my chin back down to the tip of his immense cock. I pounced once again, this time not all the way, and used my tongue to massage his tip. I actually felt his already steel cock had stiffened more as I realized he was getting ready to cum.

"Oh, baby, I'm going to cum," he said as I licked, sucked and jerked his cock with reckless abandon.

"Come on, daddy. Do it." I said as I furiously jerked his cock.

After a few seconds, I released his dick from my grip and he took over. I positioned my face directly in front of him as he stroked his cock, it's huge hole only an inch or two from my face, and licked my lips with anticipation as I watched his engorged cock pulse but I was unprepared for the magnitude of his orgasm as the first massive blast of cum hit my face.

The cum hit above my mouth and to the left of my nose, the sheer force of it caused sperm to ricochet upward toward my eye...I flinched involuntarily as part of it struck my eye.

The next blast hit me directly in my open mouth...the cum hit my teeth and tongue as I tried to swallow every drop of my dad's sperm. Blast number three hit my chin and immediately began to drip down onto my uniform. For a man of his age, dad had cum like a much younger man.

He continued to produce diminishing ropes of cum as he stroked his cock. More landed on my face and into my mouth while a few drops struck my chin, neck, and shirt. Finally, the shower of cum ended as I licked my lips and did my best to swallow as much of my father's cum as I could.

I grabbed his cock and he flinched as I licked his very sensitive head, trying to get every drop out of the hole.

"Oh shit, Chloe," he said as I milked his cock.

Satisfied I had gotten it all, I looked up at him and smiled.

"I love you, daddy," I said, still licking my lips.

Looking down at myself, I realized my uniform was completely ruined. Drops of cum and spit covered the front of it and some had fallen onto my pants as I knelt on the floor in front of my father. I had to figure something out eventually but, at that moment, the pure nastiness of how I looked had my pussy gushing.

I reached down and began to rub my tits through my ruined shirt as my father looked on. I started to unbutton the shirt...once again, to expose my bare breasts to dad. I got down to about the fourth button when, suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Mr. Fisher, are you in there?"

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"Oh, shit,' I thought and immediately climbed back up from under his desk.

"Y-yes, I'm here, Cynthia. I'm changing. I spilled some mayo on my shirt, can you give me a minute?"

"Ah, no problem, sir," his secretary replied, quizzically.

It was clear she thought something was up. Of course, there was no way in a million years Cynthia could know his only daughter had given him a blowjob and had scrambled to wipe his cum off of her face and shirt while she waited outside the door.

"Could you do me a favor, Cynthia?" he asked.

"Sure, sir. What can I do for you?"

"I need some wet paper towels, or napkins, to try and get this stain out. Would you get me some from the washroom, please?"

"No problem, sir."

We waited a second then, finally, he spoke.

"Okay, honey, hurry up and change back into your regular clothes and go out to the car." Seeing my puzzled expression, he added.

"Honey, you can't go out there wearing that." Pointing to the cum drizzled shirt and pants.

"Hurry, and I will meet you at the car in a few minutes. I'll say you got sick and I have to take you home. Don't worry, they owe me some time...I never leave early."

Daddy's eyes lingered on my bare breasts as I quickly changed into my regular clothes.

Before he could say a word, I leaned over and kissed him on the lips, a kiss no daughter should ever give her father, and quickly left the office.

A few minutes later, dad came out to the parking lot and got into the car. I immediately pounced on him but he pushed me away.

"Honey, we can't."

This was the voice he used when he was scolding one of us for misbehaving.

"But why, daddy? Didn't you like what happened? Was I not good?"

"No, no, honey, you were." He trailed off. Then got mad.

"You were fine, but. Dammit. We can't do this again. You are my daughter, and I am your father. It's not natural, it's not right. What if your mother found out?"

I was crushed.

Initially, I was the one who was upset with him but, after I had given myself over to the situation, I realized there really was something between us and now my father was casting me aside like some used toy.

"Okay, daddy," I said through my tears.

"Aww, honey, please. I don't want you to cry but we can't. It was an amazing experience we both shared but it can't happen again...for the sake of our family."

I tried to understand, I really did, but, at the time, all I could think about was how it felt as if he was casting me aside thus we drove home in silence. At dinner that night, I did my best to answer mom's questions about what I had learned at work but I don't think she bought it...she knew something had happened.

I'm sure she didn't know what but she knew something was definitely different between dad and me.

The next few weeks passed and then the move came. Dad and I had barely spoken...every time I came into a room, he would make some kind of excuse to go somewhere else. One day, the door to my room was open a little, he had stopped outside of my room and I caught him peeking in on me as I was getting ready for school.

At first, I thought it was my brother but when I smelled dads after shave...I knew it was dad. I was doing my makeup in the mirror and letting my hair dry, dressed only in a towel.

I thought, `Okay asshole, let me give you a taste of what you're missing.' I stood up and dropped my towel, the fabric falling gently to the floor, which left my entire body on display for him. He saw my ass and, in the reflection from the mirror, he saw everything in the front as I pretended to be checking myself. Then I turned around and looked him dead in the eyes, licked my lips seductively and gave him a wink.

I couldn't help but smile as he scrambled away quickly...he still wanted me and I still wanted him. I decided, then and there, I was going to make something happen during the trip...once we were settled into a routine in our new house, things would go back to normal.

I had one chance to know if my father and I really had something and it would have to be during this move but I didn't expect it to happen the way it did.

Sitting next to him, my pussy couldn't help but get a little wet as I remembered what had happened a few weeks ago in his office. I had dressed appropriately for the trip...well, at least appropriate for the message I wanted to convey to dad.

I had worn a short skirt that came to about mid-thigh, a tight pink tank top that didn't quite cover my entire stomach and a pair of flip flops.

Mom, thankfully, didn't say a word to me about how I had dressed, I guess she was too preoccupied with the move to actually notice me...we had actually grown apart over the last year but that's another story...however, both my father and my brother had noticed.

Neither one of them could take their eyes off of me while we were loading "the beast" as my dad called the Expedition.

You have already heard about how we arranged the seating for the trip so I will jump ahead to the journey itself.

At first, riding next to dad in the front seat was a little uncomfortable. Neither one of us actually spoke but dad had turned on the radio and tried to hum along with a tune. I realized neither my mother nor brother could see us up here and probably couldn't hear us either...I decided it was time to say something.

"Daddy, why haven't we talked about what happened?" I asked shyly.

His eyes got really big and he was immediately nervous.

"Chloe, your mother is right behind us," he said, pointing towards the back.

"Oh, they can't hear us up here, especially if we talk low." I paused.

"Watch, I'll show you." I then spoke in a normal voice.

"Jason's a big, fat asshole."

There was no response from the back. We both listened for another few seconds...we could hear them talking but, with the music, boxes and the distance, we couldn't make out what they were saying.

"See, I told you. If we keep our voices low, we can talk."

Dad didn't look convinced but nodded anyway so I asked again.

"Why haven't we talked about what happened?

He paused for a second then responded quickly.

"I already told you why?" That was not the answer I was looking for.

"Yes, but that's bullshit."

He turned and looked at me again, this time with a stern expression.

"What did you say?"

"I said that's bullshit, dad." Now it was my turn to give him a stern look.

"You're walking on thin ice, Chloe."

"Oh, I'm the one on thin ice? What about the other day in my room?"

"That, that was, uh. That was. I was only walking by and heard a noise."

"You are so full of shit, daddy," I said, almost laughing. I knew I had him.

"Look, daddy, what happened between us was beautiful. It was the best thing I have ever done and I want to do it again."

"Honey, we can't and you know why." He pointed towards the back again.

"What happened between us was." He paused.

"It was beautiful but I still love your mother. Maybe the sex hasn't been the greatest with us recently but she is a great woman and I love her."

He looked at me and realized maybe he had said too much.

"I shouldn't be talking to you about this stuff. Look, what we did was one of those things...it just happened."

He touched my cheek with his right hand, the other on the wheel.

"It was incredible and it was hot and I shouldn't have let it happen. But it did and we will always have that. The two of us. Our little secret. Okay?" he stammered.

"Okay, daddy," I said, almost crying.

I knew he was right but I didn't want to accept it because I also knew he still wanted me. Pouting, I sat there for a while, looking out the window. Then, suddenly, a thought occurred to me. Maybe talking wasn't the answer? The last time I had taken control. I realized he would never make a move on his own, dad was too good of a man for that, so I had to show him he secretly wanted me.

"Daddy, can you pull over at the next gas station? I could use a snack?"

As I asked, my hand gently rubbed his right leg. Then I leaned over and whispered into his ear.

"I'm going to show you how much you are wrong, daddy."

He jerked the wheel slightly but quickly regained control of the SUV. Then he looked over at me and our eyes locked for a second. I don't know if he made a decision at that moment, or not, but after turning his eyes back to the road he turned down the music and announced, to mom and Jason, we were going to stop.

A few minutes went by before we pulled into the gas station, my hand hadn't left his leg and dad didn't try to remove it, we stopped and everyone got out.

Mom hurried into the bathroom and, when I entered the bathroom, I saw her looking at herself in the mirror...she was smiling and seemed to be lost in her own thoughts as she splashed water onto her face...so I stopped and looked at myself in the mirror, too, pretending to check my makeup.

"Hi, mom," I said as I went into one of the stalls.

"O-Oh, hi, Chloe. Everything okay?"

"Yeah, mom, just going to the bathroom," I said in my best bitch voice.

"Okay, honey."

"Mom, I'm sorry about being such a bitch earlier...I really wanted to sit up front."

"That's okay, honey. I think it worked out fine. It's given your brother and me some time to bond."

I noticed something strange in the way she said "bond" and also in her demeanor. Of course, at the time, I had no idea what was really going on but I definitely noticed something different. I was so fixated on my own nasty ideas I didn't pry any further.

Mom left the restroom and headed into the store as I relieved myself then I put my plan into action. I removed my wet panties and bra, put them into my purse and put the shirt on over my hard nipples. After I left the stall, I stopped and looked into the mirror...a person could certainly notice my hard nipples protruding from under my t-shirt! This was exactly what I wanted however, I had to be careful so mom didn't see me or she would definitely have questions.

I left the restroom and went into the store. After I had grabbed a few snacks, drinks and more than a few appreciative stares from the guys, I made my way out to the car. I was careful to hold the bags in front of me so as not to arouse suspicion from mom.

I climbed back into the Expedition, sat on the seat and waited for dad to notice me...it didn't take long as his glance at me turned into an eye bulging stare as he desperately tried to start the car and get back under way while sneaking glances at my hard nipples protruding through my shirt.

I smiled and settled into my seat as dad pulled back onto the highway and we were soon underway again. As I sat there trying to figure out the best way to make a move it was, in fact, my father who surprised me. He turned up the volume a bit on the radio then turned to me.

"So, I told Jason to have a very intense conversation with your mom about their own relationship."

As he spoke, he gave me a look I had never seen...it seemed to say, `Your move, kid.' At first, I didn't know what the hell he was talking about...Jason and mom's relationship? What did he mean? Then it hit me. The two of them had been acting a bit weird around each other, not that they would have known I could tell, but they did indeed need to have a talk.

Then I smiled as I realized the implication of this development.

I quickly assessed the facts in my head...one, mom and Jason couldn't see or hear anything up front unless we were really loud; two, they would be involved in a deep conversation and most likely not notice anything going on up here and finally; three, dad had purposely set this up. I didn't need any more invitation.

We had exited the highway and were coming to a stop light. The interchange for the next road we needed to get to was about half a mile down the road and I had realized that was my opportunity to show dad how much I wanted him and confirm his implied invitation.

As the car slowed down, I quickly kicked off my flip flops, turned my body toward dad with my left leg bent and against the seat, placed my bare right foot up on the dash, hiked up my skirt and exposed my pussy.

"Daddy, could you look over at me for a second, I want to show you something?" I asked, as the car stopped at the light.

He did and I thought his eyes were going to do that cartoon thing, where they pop out of their sockets, as he got his first view of my shaved, dripping pussy.

"This is all for you, daddy," I said, running a finger up and down the slit of my wet lips.

The light must have turned green because somebody honked the horn from behind.

Dad turned back to the road and began to drive once more. He almost wrecked, at least once, within the next few hundred feet as he kept glancing back over at me. I didn't make it any easier on him as I fingered and rubbed my pussy for his pleasure.

Soon we were back onto the main highway.

I continued my assault on my pussy as dad did his best to drive and watch me. I was really starting to get into it...my breathing had increased and so did my fingers. After a few minutes of driving, dad once again surprised me as I licked my lips and whispered to him how hot my pussy was for him.

He flipped a switch on the steering wheel, placing the vehicle into cruise control, then he pushed his seat back a little and kept his left hand on the wheel as he reached his right hand over to me.

I took his fingers into my mouth and sucked on them while my own fingers continued to penetrate my cunt. I moved his wet fingers, as they dripped with my saliva, down to my pussy and then he took over.

Slowly, he explored my soaked pussy lips with his fingers. He ran them up and down and gently caressed the outer portion of my cunt...it was evident daddy knew how to please a woman. He didn't thrust his fingers in, he took his time. The problem was, I was already hot and I wanted penetration!

"Daddy, it's okay. I want it," I said, pushing his fingers inside me.

He needed no further instruction as his fingers frigged my pussy. My toes curled on the dashboard as he worked his fingers in and out of my dripping cunt.

As I could feel my orgasm beginning to build, we heard a noise in the back...it sounded like a very loud gasp. Dad immediately removed his hand and I sat up on my seat, my poor pussy was once again left unsatisfied.

"What's wrong back there?" dad asked.

You have already heard this conversation from my brother, so I won't bore you again. Suffice to say that once I realized the sound from the back had nothing to do with dad and me, my fingers went back to work on my pussy. I was so fucking horny at that point I needed to cum.

After dad was satisfied with their answer, he once again turned up the music, his hand moved back over to my bare leg and rubbed it while I frigged myself. I leaned my seat back a few inches so I could put my bare feet up on the dashboard again and spread my legs wide to allow both of our hands easy access to my pussy.

As I leaned back, I looked toward the back of the car and noticed something strange...I saw mom's bare foot above the middle seat and it was moving a bit. This wasn't the kind of movement one does when trying to get comfortable, it was as if mom was doing something with the front of her body that caused her legs to move back and forth.

Curious, I forgot about my pussy for a second.

"Mom, are you laying down?" I asked.

She responded with a yes but something about her voice and what I saw didn't add up. Maybe it was because of my already very sexualized state of mind but I got the idea something was going on in the back.

"Okay, mom, maybe I'll do the same."

I leaned my seat back a little further and gently rubbed my pussy while I kept one eye on the back. I started to feel a tingle as I heated up again then I saw something that confirmed my suspicions and changed everything for our family. Hearing a groan from the backseat, I focused intently on that part of the car.

What I saw took my breath away...rising above the seat, and almost hitting the ceiling of the Expedition, were huge spurts of, what could have only been, cum shooting upwards.

`Oh my god,' I thought as I watched the never ending spurts of cum shoot upward from behind the seat where my mother and brother were sitting.

Suddenly, it stopped and I heard a muffled slurping sound coming from the back as dad had noticed something, too, removed his hand from my pussy and turned the radio down.

Damn, my pussy needed some satisfaction and soon all of this stopping and starting was driving my pussy crazy. Dad carried on a conversation with mom for a few minutes...once again you have already heard that part. I glanced back once again and saw them shuffle around. I also noticed mom's hair literally drip with cum.

Smiling, I thought, `Well, you dirty whore. You're fucking your own son...my brother. I was feeling a little guilty for trying to seduce dad and your back there giving my brother a blowjob!' I decided I was done fucking around.