1. Awakening


    Date: 12/1/2016, Categories: Fiction, Exhibitionism, First Time, Incest, Male/Teen Female, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Author: theloneliest, Rating: 89.3, Source: sexstories.com

    posture or risk knocking the chain on the table. I have to use every ounce of discipline to hold my focus on the lesson. The blood has rushed to my nipples making them both hard and incredibly sensitive. Even though I made sure to tighten them only enough to stay on, after just 25 minutes I’m so sensitive that the slight movement of the fabric of my shirt from breathing is over stimulating. Coupled with the mere fact that I’m wearing nipple clamps in front of my father, my panties are becoming wetter by the minute. My condition has not gone unnoticed. Each time dad looks at me to ask a question his eyes dart between making eye contact and my fully erect nipples poking through my shirt. Then just before the lesson ends I notice his eyebrow arches as he slightly turns his head and his eyes go wide. I am sure he just realized I’m wearing something underneath my shirt. With the lesson over, per his usual routine, dad takes my work from the previous week over to the couch, starts the fireplace, and begins to correct my assignments. My heart is in my throat and I feel the excitement of the anticipation wash over me like a wave. I look through my assignment for a question to ask. Found it, I go over my plan one more time in my head, steel myself, and glide over to dad. “Hey dad, I have a question about this one,” I say as I point to my book. He clears his lap and grabs the book for a closer look. I take the opportunity to sit on his right knee. Facing him, my clasped nipples are ...
    poking through my shirt no more than a foot or so from his face. “You know this,” dad begins but is distracted by the view of my chest, “ah, it’s, um, it’s basically a factorial…h-here, take another look.” I take the book back, “Oh, okay,” and rotate on his knee and lean forward. I quickly complete the problem, it’s actually quite simple for me, and sit up quickly. The movement swings the chain slapping it against my chest making it cling together. Out of the corner of my eye I see dad tilt his head, probably trying to confirm where the noise came from. I spin back to face him, “Like this,” I ask handing him the notepad. His eyes are now glued to the fast rise and fall of my chest. He tries to hide the fact by looking over and past my work but it is obvious to me where his line of sight lies. I take the notepad back and say, “I’m going to try two more, just to make sure I’m doing it right.” “Oh, okay,” he replies. This time when I spin back I slide off his knee position my butt right over his package. He jumps a little so I look back over my shoulder, “Sorry dad, but your knee is too bony for my butt,” I say with a smile. “Well, this a little less comfortable for me, that’s all,” he responds. I bet it is; I can already feel his hardening member pushing into my crack. Working out the problems, I lift my butt a little, “Here, is this better?” “It’s fine, just concentrate on finishing the problem,” he replies quickly. I slide back down making sure to grind into him the whole way. ...
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