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Our Chores
by Flinders (no address provided)

***

Vignette: A family shares chores to make life more 
pleasant. (MF, inc, oral, rom)

***

"Don't slam the door!" Mom shouted.

"Sorry," I responded.

The apartment's heavy steel security door was always 
difficult to control when your hands were full. I 
entered the kitchen where Mom was fixing dinner and put 
the two bags of groceries down on the counter top. Mom 
looked over and said thanks. Seconds later she put down 
her large spoon and gave me a big hug, "Busy day?" she 
asked. 

"Not too bad," I replied.

She grabbed my shoulders, pushed me away and looked me 
over carefully for a second or two, then pulling me 
close once more quietly whispering in my ear, "I am glad 
you're home early today. I think your Dad could use some 
soft servicing right now. He seems to have had an 
extraordinarily difficult day and needs to unwind before 
dinner. Can you go give him a nice gentle fuck before 
you shower and I'll delay dinner for 45 minutes. What do 
you say?"

My mother and I have a contract of sorts where I'm 
allowed to fuck my father as often as he and I agree. 
This is as long as we always use a condom – mom's rule. 
Also, I always need to give her the filled rubber 
afterwards as evidence. It proved to her that I had kept 
to our agreement. 

I was still in my sports clothes from track practise. I 
was sweaty and just starting to get stiff. I knew I'd 
enjoy a nice gentle fuck after practise. It always seems 
to loosen up my limbs and relaxes my muscles. I agreed 
to Mom's request and decided to see if Dad was 
interested. This was another tenet of the agreement, 
which meant that both individuals wanted to do it or it 
didn't happen. 

I dropped my sports bag and school stuff in the hall, 
hung up my school coat and pulled off my track shoes and 
socks. I entered the living room and found him sitting 
in his bathrobe after earlier showering. This was all 
good evidence that his mood may have already changed. He 
was watching the news on the telly. He looked up and 
smiled, more good evidence that I had a chance. Saying, 
"Hi Dad," as I greeted him.

"Hi, pipsqueak. How was your day at school?" 

I lent over and kissed him on his ear, whispering, 
"Good, but I'm a bit sore from practise. I really need a 
gentle, soft and easy fuck right now. Are you 
interested?" 

"What did you mother say?" he asked.

"She suggested it. Besides I would really enjoy riding 
you to limber up right now," I replied.

Dad grinned and quickly pulled a new condom packet from 
the pocket of his robe and tore it open as I began to 
undress. A pile quickly appeared on the floor with 
sports shorts, sports briefs, sports top and bra. I 
finally released the ribbon from my hair as the last 
piece of my clothing. In the mean time, Dad was about to 
put the condom on his as yet, not fully erect penis. He 
was only about 5 inch long now instead of his better 
feeling normal 6 and half inch's of warm stiffness. 

I said, "Wait I'll do that. I really need you to be 
fully erect when you're inside me. I need you at your 
biggest if you are going to stretch the right spots and 
massage my sore hip joints."

He handed me the still rolled up condom as I knelt 
between his knees. I lent over so I could suck his penis 
into its full size. 

My father immediately lent forward and said, "Peggy! You 
know your mother doesn't like it when you suck on me 
before putting the rubber on. She told you that your 
saliva can make the condom slip off or leak, she'll be 
angry if she walks in." 

"Yah I know, I know, so we better get you hard fast," I 
replied as I pushed him back into the cushion and 
proceeded to suck on him.

I was right. The feeling of my mouth's warmth on his 
shaft immediately had Dad hard and fully swollen. I 
fitted the condom in spite of knowing that my saliva was 
going to make the seal weaker. Yet, to be truthful, I 
just want to get fucked right then and I was too excited 
to worry about it. 

Once it was rolled on, I stood up over his lounge chair 
and slid my knees along each side of his thighs until my 
noticeably moist vagina aligned with his naval. Then as 
I kissed his forehead I slowly lower myself until I felt 
Dad's penis tip gently push open my vagina's lips. Once 
I was assured that we were correctly aligned I simply 
settle down onto his lap. 

Ah success, Dad and I were smoothly and softly united. 
His penis always seems to fit perfectly inside my 
vagina. I know this position only offers a shallow 
penetration yet I enjoy the flange on his penis tip as 
it rubs directly against my clitoris. It felt just as I 
wanted as we both moaned in unison. It always brings 
tears to my eyes no matter how often we do it. 

We waited until our feelings were just right. I then 
started to lift up then lower myself onto his lap 
achieving a nice smooth rhythm. Dad grabbed my hips to 
make sure that our rhythm stayed steady and that I was 
likely to get the right penetration. It also helped to 
indicate when we were reaching a point where we could 
each orgasm when we wanted.

I rode Dad for less than five minutes when I realised I 
was going to orgasm whether Dad was ready or not. I 
looked down. As usual he winked to tell me he was ready 
if I wanted. I winked back and instantly felt a 
sensation of warmth as his semen bellowed inside the 
condom warming my vagina. It caused me to orgasm 
instantly. I felt all the day's tension escape from my 
body. We both went limp as the orgasms took over.

"Sorry Dad. I was so ready I just had to let myself go."

"Hey Peggy, we're not broken. We were just too relaxed 
to hang on any longer," he commented back.

I relaxed and settled tightly on to him, our skin 
sweating as we hugged together. Then moments later came 
a shout from the kitchen, "You guys need to get it on 
right now. Dinner is ready in 10 minutes."

I kissed Dad and lifted off carefully so Dad could grasp 
the opening of the condom to seal any leaks escaping as 
his penis shrank. Once I got the nod I lifted free and 
stood up. Dad inspected my opening for any tell tale 
signs of leakage. 

He finally swatted my behind, telling me that we were 
all safe until next time, "There will be no puppies 
produced tonight, sweetie."

I collected my clothes and made for the stairs and a 
shower. When I re-emerged I saw the filled condom had 
been hung over the fruit bowl so I could deliver it to 
Mom before dinner. 

When I opened the dining room door Mom and Dad were 
already seated and waiting. I walked to the table and 
showed Mom the full condom before putting it into the 
trash then sat down. 

"I see you two were as successful as usual," she 
commented. 

I looked up and winked at Dad and he winked back. 

Mom just giggled saying, "Phil, I hope there's enough 
left for me tonight." 

END

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