daddy 's exceptional electric chair. Britney could n't remember where it came from, pa 's chair had been a regular in her dwelling for as long as dad had been coming around. The black leather chairman with the low implements of war. The book binding reclined, but there was no foot respite that came up, like the distinctive lazy man 's chair, nor was it as big as those chairs. A foot rest like that would have gotten in the way. It sat off to the side of the support room, close to the front line door. Not positioned well for watching tv. No one was allowed to sit in it except pa. Next to the chair was a minuscule stand, made to hold a jacket and pant, like something seen in a amercement hotel. On the former slope of the chair was a small board, with a drink coaster ever submit on the board. Sometimes when Mommy was n't looking, Britney would sit in the chairman. Once she had gotten caught and her female parent was none too happy. She 'd gotten a swat on her ass and been sent to her room for her indiscretion. Over the old age, the allurement of sneaking a sit in the chair had faded, now having just graduated from High School, Britney hardly paid attention to it. Except of course when daddy came over.

pappa was n't really her pop. He was a tall handsome man, he dressed well and always had a smile and polite hug for Britney. He never yelled at her mommy, if he was annoyed at something he 'd just puddle a face, one side of his mouth going up and a stern look in his eyes. That was all that was ever needed to bear on whatever change he expected from mamma or Britney. Britney 's really Padre was not a part of her biography. He was `` papa '' because that is what her mother had always called him and how she had always referred to him. pop did n't last with them, but he came over for dinner, or took Mommy out on dates and sometimes even slept over. pappa would stop in more Clarence Shepard Day Jr. than not.

Whenever papa stopped in to see mom, whether it was to cull her up to go to the opera or just stopping by after work, the subprogram was always the same. Daddy would fare in, greet mommy with a hug and kiss, and the same for Britney, if she was around, he 'd remove his jacket, if he was wearing one, while ma went to the kitchen to mix pa a drink. Daddy would cloak his crown over the stand next to the professorship, then sit down as mum brought in his swallow. A clear drinking glass with ice, some clear liquidness and a sweet piece of calx. The same boozing every time.
'' Here 's your drink pop '', she would say as she handed it to him. Daddy would set it on the coaster on the table as Mommy knelt at his feet and began to untie his brake shoe. Daddy would squeeze the lime hydrate into the deink and agitate it as Mommy removed his shoes and set them to the position. They never paid Britney any mind as they went through their routine. mamma would then unbuckle pop 's knock and with a fiddling assist from pop, get behind his slacks and and boxer off his legs. mom would then neatly hang the trouser on the wrack. Daddy would often unbutton his dress shirt as Mommy removed his socks. By this time, pappa 's cock was usually standing tall and midst from his lap.

Sometimes pa would tell mammy to dismantle off her clothes, he 'd watch her and sip his potable, other clock time if they were going out and mamma was all made up, dada would let her keep her clothes on. Then as Mommy kneeled before the chair, pappa would drape one leg over the chair 's arm and sip his drink as Mommy took his big pecker into her back talk. Mommy would lick the shaft, use her hands to toy with his testicle, and sucking on the head of his cock.

Often, mommy would ask daddy for things as she knelt before him, nibbling and stroking his cock.
'' pa, I need a new dress for the party on Sat, can i get one please ? ''. Or `` daddy, my car is getting old, I really want a new one ''. She did n't always get what she asked for, but usually, the more Mommy begged, the more in all probability that whatever she had asked for would be in her wardrobe or driveway the future week. She would beg and tease him for respective instant before Daddy would moan and push her head down onto his peter with one manus. mommy knew it was clock time to get serious once daddy did that. She 'd begin sucking his tool in earnest. From that point on, mom would n't let pappa 's rooster out of her mouth until finished. Britney did n't have it off how she did it, but her female parent would make pop 's cock disappear down her throat. Her knife could be seen licking Daddy 's balls as she engulfed his tool. Her head would bob up and down as dada would groan and tell her what a `` good female child '' she was. Sometimes he would hold up her promontory down to his tummy as he came deep in her throat, other multiplication she 'd just milk the headland of his cock as he came. Britney could see Daddy 's hammer pulsate as he groaned, `` I 'm cumming baby '', mammy kept her lips wrapped tightly around head of his cock until he relaxed into his chair.

When they were done, pappa would finish his boozing as Mommy licked up any cum that may birth escaped her greedy mouth. pop would ask his time and land up his drink, sometimes talking about mundane things like there weather or recent events, then get dressed and depending on the day, kiss mum and Britney goodbye, take mommy out, or ride out for dinner. But no matter, pappa would not sit in the death chair again until he wished for mommy to kneel before him and service his cock.

Through the years Britney did n't pay practically attention to Daddy and Mommy when he was in the chair, but in the lastly year, she 'd taken more of an involvement in it. Britney 's twat would tingle and drizzle now every sentence Daddy came over, and she 'd been imagining what it would be like to take mammy 's place. She began to look out carefully every step of their routine. Britney had even discovered a dildo in her female parent 's nightstand. it was shaped just like a real cock, about the Sami size as the phallus, she saw protruding from Daddy 's lap so often. Britney would lick the arctic sex toy, unknowingly licking her female parent 's dried cum from it, pretending she was licking Daddy 's cock. Britney wrapped her lips around the dildo and tried to take it into her sassing was far as she could. She sucked on it the way she saw Mommy suck on Daddy, but could only get one-half of it in her oral cavity before she started gagging. When she did play with it, her slit would throb and drip, Britney would put one hand in her step-in and rub her pussy as she held the dildo with her former deal and sucked. She brought herself to many sexual climax like this, always being careful not to get caught by her mother.

A duo meter she was even bluff enough to admit the dildo to the chairperson, hold it on the behind and kneeling before it and sop up on it as she masturbated. She was always scared and excited when she did that, as the first-class honours degree thing Mommy would see if she came plate, would be Britney 's bare ass and back of her foreland bobbing on a dildo in the professorship. Britney never got caught, but came close one day. Britney was on the verge of an climax when she heard cay in the doorknob of the front door. She sprinted from the president, dildo in handwriting and was able to drop the dildo into her mother 's nightstand and make it to her way before her mother gained entryway. Little did she roll in the hay, but her female parent had been noting when her dildo had been moved, or was mysteriously cleaned, and had even noticed the occasional wet spot on Daddy 's chair and on the level in front end of it.

Then one day it all changed for Britney.

mum was running late. Mommy and pappa were going into the city for a gala affair event. mommy was flustered, she still had n't taken a cascade and needed to get dressed and put her makeup on. pop was due to pick her up any minute.
'' Britney dearest, could you do Mommy a Brobdingnagian favor, I have to jump in the shower bath, when Daddy gets here, could you make his drink for him and tell him i will be out in a minute ? ``
'' Okay mommy '', Britney replied, slightly surprised. She 'd never made Daddy 's drink before, but had seen it done a thousand multiplication.

present moment after her mother had jumped into the shower, pappa walked through the breast door, he was quite dashing in his black tuxedo and bow tie, dressed for tonight 's fancy consequence.
'' Hi Britney '', he said with his usual smile and charm. `` Where 's your mother ? ``
'' Oh she 's in the rain shower, she said she 'll be out soon and told me to fix your drink for you ''
'' Oh '' dad replied, a bit of a surprised flavour on his face.
Britney went to the kitchen to hit Daddy 's boozing, as pop removed his jacket and hung it on the wrack by his chair.

Britney took one of the roller of the drink tray that was a permanent mend on the return, she went to the fridge and dispensed ice into the glass, following her female parent 's routine, opened the vodka bottle and poured some over the ice. She then opened a pocket-sized tonic bottle and filled the crank up the sleep of the way. Britney plucked a fresh lime from a bowlful and very carefully sliced a submarine sandwich free. She split it and slid it onto the edge of the glass, took a mixing rod and placed it in the drinkable. Britney stepped back and admired her body of work. perfect, just like mummy did it.

Britney picked up the beverage and walked to Daddy, he was seated in his chair as she handed him his deglutition, `` your potable dada '', she said.
'' Thank you baby '', he replied
'' I hope i made it as good as momma '' Britney stood in anticipation, worried she messed up as dada squeezed the lime, mix in it into the drink and took his first off sip.
'' It 's stark baby, you did a expectant job '' he said with a smile.
Britney blushed at the compliment, proud of her workplace and even more proud that dada had called her baby for the showtime time.

'' Now help me with my skid, baby girl '', he said with a grinning as he took a instant so of his drink.
Britney felt like a foolish girl, realizing she forgot Daddy liked to have his skid taken off for him. Blushing further, she quickly knelt before papa and began unlacing the glazed disgraceful shoes he was wearing with his tuxedo. Once they were off his pes and set to the side of meat, Britney was about to get up ...
'' And now the pants, sister young lady '' instructed Daddy.
Britney felt a lump configuration in her pharynx, she had n't considered this footstep, but she knew the function by bosom.
She reached up to find pop 's knock, but the tuxedo did not let for swath, instead this boastfully shiny band was around Daddy 's shank. He saw her confusion.
'' Let me help '', he said, `` dinner jacket are a bit tricky ''
A second later, the cumberbund was draped over the rack and the clutches of pa 's pants were open.
'' Now, consider off my trouser like a good girl '', he instructed.
Britney felt the descent rush from her aspect and go straight to her slit. She could experience herself getting wet and throbbing between her legs. She was about to see pop 's cock up close and personal. Would mum finish her shower before she got to see Daddy 's rooster from the front row, she hoped not.

Britney grabbed the sides of Daddy 's bloomers hooking her fingers over both pants and silk boxers and slowly drew them down. He lifted his pelvic arch off the death chair to serve her. It seemed like time slowed to a crawl as Britney 's eyes transfixed on Daddy 's privates. First the top of his close cropped pubic hair came into vista, Britney 's oral fissure began to water. Then she saw the al-Qa'ida of his diaphysis. His cock slowly becoming more exposed as she drew the trouser further down. The world could be ending around her, but all of Britney 's focusing was on seeing Daddy 's tool up close for the very first clock time. Her panties were wet from her dripping twat. Her mouthpiece watered as if a juicy steak had been placed in battlefront of her. She noticed the thick veins standing out on pa 's turncock, the line where the color of his cutis changed, then how his spear narrowed slightly before the head. Suddenly Daddy 's cock sprang loose of his apparel, making Britney start and let out a pocket-size screeching, as it almost struck her side. It stood tall, inch from her, twitching, and veiny, as thick as her lean wrists and as long as her head. She was starring at it, the bloomers gripped in her fists, forgotten. A string of spit dripped from the English of her mouth as she drooled at the stack of dad 's stopcock.
'' child missy '', Daddy 's voice suddenly breaking her stupor, `` finish taking my pants off, please ''. It was more command than question.
Britney blushed again, then quickly finished removing pa 's pants. Flustered, she folded the pants in one-half and draped them on the rack. daddy held up a foot, when she finished, to bespeak he was still wearing his socks. Britney, still on her knees removed the socks, then knelt, with hired hand on her genu looking up at dada and his big throbbing shaft. Awaiting farther instructions.
daddy looked into Britney 's eye, noting the look of captivation and anticipation on her cheek. He lifted one stifle up over the arm of his chair, opening his hips and sliding his ass and cock closer to the border of the seat and Brittney 's aspect.
With his pegleg spread wide, Britney took in the full-of-the-moon flock of pop 's cock and balls. There was no hair's-breadth on his ray of light or on his heavy ball firing. His ball looked so big, she could see low vena spider webbed across his scrotum and the outline of each big testicle beneath the thin tegument of his sack. Almost unconsciously, she reached her deal up to caress his large balls. They felt grievous in her helping hand, she had n't expected that. But the skin also felt soft to the skin senses. dad let out a small groan.
Britney looked up, realizing she had Daddy 's balls in her hands.
'' Sorry, I should n't make done that '' she said
'' It 's OK infant girlfriend. You need to finish what you started now. ``
Britney gave a flimsy nod, and slowly leaned her head forward.
This was it, she thought excitedly, she was finally going to get to suck on pop 's cock for really. Her lingua came out of her mouth, drawn to the clear fluid seeping from the slit atop papa 's cock. Her tongue snaked out, long like her mother 's, the tip of it made contact with the precum before darting back into Britney 's sass to taste it. It was almost sweetness, she decided she wanted more. Daddy looked on as Britney 's surprisingly farseeing natural language licked around the tip of his cock, before she began dragging it up the entire undersurface of his cock. He continued to groan, her backtalk had n't even made contact with his cock yet.
Britney was in heaven just licking the yummy precum off Daddy 's shaft, she was surprised how both surd and smooth his dick was. She could feel the venous blood vessel against her glossa, they felt huge to her sensitive appendage. She closed her eyes and licked down to his globe, then sucking a monumental testicle into her sassing. One of her hand gripped the home of dada 's tool, it was hot in her little manus and her fingers barely encircled it 's cinch. Daddy continued to moan and leak out precum by the gallon as Britney, sucked one ball and then the other into her mouth. Her fist on his peter, squeezing pleasure from him. The cute girlfriend was lost in a delirium of licking precum from his quill and scrotum. Without even sucking on his rooster, pappa was nearing an sexual climax. Britney 's mind felt like a white Light Within had blotted out anything except Daddy 's dick, her throbbing pussy, and her sass.

Britney dragged her natural language up Daddy 's cock one live time, collecting precum as she went, before her head came over the large balmy cap. Her lips closed around his foreland and she began to suck dada 's precum straight from the source as her glossa flicked across the opening at the tip. She did n't lower her head onto Daddy 's hammer, so much as she sucked his putz into her. The suction pulling her head downward as all she could opine of doing was becoming one with the amazing prick in her mouth. Her pussy throbbed, each heartbeat to a greater extent acute than the last as Britney sucked her face deeper onto pappa 's shaft. Daddy 's moan continued to increase, Britney was in her own humans of lust and delight. She was n't even aware when Daddy 's putz entered her throat, all sentiment was to get every component part of the cock into her. Her kitty-cat continued to pulsate, her orgasm was begging to arrive, if only she could wee it. Daddy 's cock was now cutting off all air flow rate, but the pleasance was so acute she did n't realize it. Finally her back talk bottomed out on Daddy 's pelvic girdle, her tongue continued to get to forward, looking for More cock to swallow, but finding only Daddy 's now fasten scrotum.

His eyes rolled into the back of his chief as Daddy held Britney 's head impaled on his tool and with a great shout, pumped an unbelievable load deep into her throat.

Britney 's brain was intense pleasance and ostentation of light, and then she felt it, Daddy 's rooster spasming and cum splashing inscrutable in her throat. Her nous exploded with the most incredible sexual climax of her life. She began thrashing as her throat and pussycat contracted and convulsed. Her brain went melanise from the pleasure and lack of oxygen.

When next she came to, dada 's head was leaned back in his chair, his chest panting and eyes closed, Britney 's head was resting on Daddy 's left thigh, his cock against her chin. Britney was panting audibly, as oxygen slowly returned to her brain, her organic structure in a euphoric gleam. papa 's drink sat mostly forgotten on the table. Something had roused her. It was her mother 's voice.

'' Daddy I 'm ready to go ''.

Britney 's eyes flickered spread out, too weak to propel her head word, she saw her mother, smiling, standing a few animal foot away, dressed to the nines, sparkling and ready for her Night out.

'' Thanks for helping Mommy out, Britney '', she said. `` Now let 's get Daddy dressed before we 're latterly. ''