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Violet and Her Father	By : TimedWatcher Category: +G through L > Incredibles, The Views: 14394 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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- 1-Violet and Her Father
- 1
"It's time again, dear." The hungry bear of a man breathed heavily against the young petite girl.
The mousey young girl struggled to awaken. "But dad-"
He put a finger over her lips. "Ah ah... no buts dear." His fingers attentively unbuttoning her pajama top from the bottom up. She knew his request well and didn't even fight, going along with it as she slid up to allow him to take it off with ease. Bob's strong thumbs began rubbing into her thin chest, making Violet wince as he ground them against her nipples, causing them to stiffen. "Daddy's little angel is growing up so quickly..." Referring to the recently growing buds on her chest. When he started with her, there was nary a thing there to speak of. It was borderline concave. Now, she was coming into her own as a little woman and he'd see it happen every step of the way.
Violet with half lidded eyes, absentmindedly bent over, her cheek resting upon the pillow. She might have fallen back asleep if not for her fathers roughness at getting her underwear and bottoms off. There were moments that he stopped reminding her of her own father and became just some stranger. That scared her.
His fingers were first. Preparing her for what was to come. It still wasn't very comfortable, cause even as far back as she could remember, she used to say her daddy had bear hands. She still had to hold back her breath, teeth biting into her bottom lip, she'd be going crazy on them otherwise. Violet whimpered unintentionally as they left her insides. She wouldn't be unfulfilled for long though, as she could feel him press that mammoth head of his against her flower, ready to sting her worse than any bee.
Still, she was his daughter and he would take the time necessary to work his way inside her.
He slowly rocked against her, caressing her long black hair, offering several shh-shh-shh's, which did little to abate her pillow muffled wails.
Helen stared through a crack in the doorway. Bob was careless in so many facets of his life, and this was one of them. What if Dash walked by in the middle of the night and saw this? That's how Helen found out.
She was going to get a glass of water when she heard the pained mewling. If she hadn't heard them the first time and actually got her drink, she would have dropped it after what she had seen. The first night, she had her hand over her mouth and stared as he saw her husband, the girls father, pummel his daughter from behind. In the final moments, Helen recognized these same throes and knew he was going to finish soon. As she stalked back to her room on the hard wood floor, she heard her daughter groan out loud in a display of obvious, but painful, pleasure.
Helen laid on her side, covers pulled over; her eyes wide open as she heard the creak of their bedroom door. Despite his size, he moved with a light touch. How long had he been doing this and she hadn't noticed?
The bed shifted as he got back into place. Like nothing happened.
She couldn't sleep that night.
In the morning, she still cooked breakfast like always. No matter what she had seen, it was a habit that was just engrained in her. She would start quarter after five, as Bob would leave early to make the commute to work. What reason was there for her to break the tradition, other than to raise suspicion?
Bob ate breakfast. The same man he always was. Except today, he gave her a hungry kiss on the cheek before leaving. Had she done something different? She ran to the closest mirror to get a look at herself. Helen ran a finger against her face, feeling the bags that had formed under her eyes, both from the lack of sleep and just her age... Helen had a theory, but she would have to work on it tonight. She'd have to get started on breakfast for the kids.
Dash was in and out like usual. She would sometimes scold him, asking him if he thought this was fast food. Violet was similar, but instead, taking her sweet time, more picking at it than actually eating it. No wonder she was so thin...
"Hey Violet..." She goofily coughed out a bit of air trapped in her throat. Violet's head rose a little, but her lone eye never left her plate of food.
Her fake smile faded, now wanting to broach the subject of what happened last night. "Is there anything you wanna talk about?"
"No." Her response was her usual curt nature.
Helen leaned in. "Now you know you can talk to me about anything, right?"
Violet pushed back against the table. "Can I leave now?" Helen tried to hide the look of defeat while nodding her head. She watched her leave, even as Violet faded into nothing to avoid her gaze.
Later in the day, she had told Bob she wanted to go to bed early and he didn't seem to pay it any mind.
In the mirror above her dresser drawer, her eyes burned holes in herself. Reaching to the knot, Helen unfurled the string of her nylon robe. Pulling it apart revealed her night gown, it was thin with see through material, which did little to hide her body. Not to toot her own horn, but after three kids, her body was still in the same shape it was the night they consummated their wedding... except for some baggage in the trunk.
She posed for a bit; trying to find the angle that maybe Bob disagreed with most, instead, finding frustration, her palm caressing her skull.
Footsteps. Coming up the stairs. Heavy and encumbered like he usually was. She held her outfit close as she ran to the bed before laying down as quick as she could. She spread it again, laying it at her sides, making sure it was a perfect combination of sexy carelessness, then Helen proceeded to shut her eyes. In the rush over, a piece of her hair came loose. Helen licked her fingers and moved a bit of the strewn piece back in place. As she had just matted it, the door opened.
Her breathing froze, before warming to a subtle and low rise, her husbands pace now slow as she imagined him creeping toward her with every step he took. She could feel him now, his presence now looming. This was it. He would take her and this ugly business would be forgotten.
He didn't take.
Instead, he put her bath robe back into place, as if she were a child that was going to suffer from the cold. She was suffering from the cold, but not in the way he thought. Helen ground her teeth as he went back and to the left and was out of their room just as quickly as he had been in here.
She was a housewife first and foremost. From a young age, she was taught that marriage shouldn't be thrown out like so much a baby in the bathwater. Understanding the problem was the best method to help solve it. Her mother taught her that. She remembered the violence between them. It was slaps at first. That was still fashionable back then. The strikes, the kicking and punching started soon afterwards. Helen didn't know what to do when she saw this taking place. She would later ask her mother when she was alone with a black eye why she let him do that. She pointed to the wedding ring. Helen understood.
Soon, the beatings stopped. Why, she didn't know to this day. Her parents act... acted, like nothing happened, in that short period of time. Her mother just told her to abide by her partners wants and needs and they'll abide by yours.
She got up. Opening the door and moving like her husband, which was easier on her part for sure. The sudden scream a beacon in the dark. As she shadowed the same spot she had done so last night, she peered in again.
"No dad please, not there!" The pale white ass of her daughter was propped up with a cushion, his erection lined up with her hole. The other one. Yes. Helen was used to it... no, she wasn't used to it in that way, feeling a bit of a painful flashback, but she was accommodating. Seeing him completely dominate her as he stabbed downward, and pulling her tiny form into himself without remorse... the area between her legs tingled, and she hated the idea of her man being with another woman being such a turn on for her. Even if it was her own flesh and blood. Violet yelped out, almost bawling in pain.
She needed a drink.
Helen didn't bother finding the key for it. She'd forgotten where it was in the move anyway. After jimmying the thing open, she grabbed what was necessary to make herself a Tom Collins. It was a lot more of the gin than any of the sugar though. She gripped her hand hard atop the counter, throwing the drink down her throat. Wiping her lips, she hoped it would get her mind off things, but that look on her daughters face kept replaying in her head. Helen figured she must have been the worst mother in the world, as she was enjoying seeing the little homewrecker in pain, barely able to take her Bob. What right did she have to try and take him from her? What about her did he find so attractive? She's a little skinny twig! Negative thoughts of her own body crept in again.
Then the very foundation of the place shook.
The liquor cabinet just had to be under Violet's room.
Stumbling up the stairs, she nearly tripped backwards. Thankfully for the whole super powers thing, her hand extended far up towards the top of the railing. She used it to guide her way, her stretched arm returning to normal. At the top of the stairs, she leaned against it, her head splitting, hand on her chest trying to soothe the burning. The only thing she could hear was her daughters slight moaning in the distance.
Tears.
Helen couldn't hold them back no matter what she thought. She could only wipe them away as they appeared with her back against the wall as she listened to the squeaking bed, which, considering Bob... Helen knew they'd be replacing that bed of Violet's soon...
She pushed away from the wall. Helen wasn't licked yet... she hadn't been for awhile, actually, but she didn't want this cold war to go atomic. Bob started this with dirty secrets, she'd counter with her own bit of espionage, walking now to the door of the only one left that could help her.
Helen found him off in dreamland. Helen pressed her hand against the dull imprint of his genitals, rubbing it tenderly, her head swooning from side to side, eating him up with her eyes. Her little boy was growing up to be a good looking man...
Like his father.
She knew she did it, she second guessed doing it, but her body did the hard stuff for her by prying the front of his underwear open, letting in the cool night as she fished out his relatively small length. He stirred. She stopped and waited, not needing to do a thing as he was growing right in the palm of her hand. The sensation of that blood flowing against each of her digits made any sense of right or wrong utterly vanish in an instant, as she got more daring; taking a stronger grip of him.
Yet, it felt like there was a Rubicon crossing she didn't want to cross. A simple up and down motion that would change everything. Right now, she was... making sure he was healthy - but like anything a mother does for her child, the act came easy - the pink head exposed, and she couldn't look away - now working the shaft of her son. As if she were performing a magic trick, his pelvis rose into the air, his body still clearly asleep, but acting on instinct as she stroked his length. She stroked him to the base repetitiously, mesmerized by the way her hand peeled back the skin of the young boy.
Like his age however, he was premature, causing vollies of spurts to erupt - each one catching her attention as they flew wild and free, before staining her hand. Helen stared through the sticky translucent shame she had created, seeing strands break and fall back into the gooey bubbly mess.
Her mouth watered - quick to lick it up... Helen couldn't believe she was excitedly consuming her son's seed.
She was a monster.
Then again, she married one.
Helen cleaned the mess she had made, both with her mouth and some nearby napkins, before getting up, her body nearly imprinted into where her knees had been resting, now wandering the halls of her home like a ghost, before climbing back into bed, her Bob having beaten her there.
It was the best sleep she had ever had.
Another day, another night. Helen found it absolutely revolting how many times he'd visit Violet in the week.
Yet, it did give her the opportunity to repeat last nights affair...
Helen was far more cavalier, caring little for protocol, feeling and watching the penis come to life again mesmerized her like when she first saw him take his first steps. Night after night, she partook in her son's seed, accepting his tribute for everything she had given him - yet still, she never put his phallus in her mouth, the lone piece of decorum revealing itself. It wasn't long, however, until Dash shot up, his face and mind half asleep, barely able to acknowledge that it was his mother in the dark. She was expecting this. She wanted this. "I knew I didn't dream that. Mom? What are you doing?" He asked out with a raspy whisper. That's when he felt it. The rush of adrenaline as she pumped him without answering.
She leaned over him, shadowing the boy almost completely, as she parted the stretchy material of her robe, revealing more of her cleavage and causing a boob to spill out, before holding aloft her hefty breast on display for the boy whose jaw almost dropped. "Remember these?"
Dash's head darted from her chestnut eyes to her hazel coloured points attached to her beautifully milky teats. "N-not really..."
"Let's reintroduce you two then." She forced it upon her sons face, Dash gaped, as it landed like the softest wrecking ball, the collision leaving him stupefied for a second, but his mouth moved like that of a fish in search of water, as he hooked onto her nipple.
Helen threw back her head, as she squeezed his shaft. Dash's tongue slathered around the erect mammary, as if trying to find a way to penetrate it. His lips covered over his teeth, as he fake nibbled it. Helen's neck drifted back, biting her lower lip while watching him go to town, as a giggliness started rising in her that she hadn't had since she went to high school. "Do you think I'm good looking, Dash?" Her voice a little husky and dominating, loving the feeling of her son suckling her tit like old times.
She dropped from his mouth. "What?" Another jerk. He balled up his fists, grabbing the covers and the sheets beneath him. He let go before reaching up and attempting to rub his eyes. "You're my mom, mom. I don't know..."
She stopped, now holding him firmly, refusing to let go. Dash squirmed as Helen sideglanced him. "Listen mister. I may be your mother, but I'm also a woman at the end of the day. Now let me show you what this woman can do."
Her body lowered as well as her head, catching a whiff of him at first. Dash hadn't bathed today, the musk of a young boy still strong. She'd have to reprimand him later for that, but for right now, Helen focused in a way that made Dash being her son a complete afterthought; tasting the sour head, Helen smiled. She could get this whole thing in her mouth without even trying. She'd rock his world one way or another. Helen vacuumed him in, getting Dash to react with an O face, his toes curling. It was so fast and intense, it felt like nothing could stop her, as he reached one hand up to guide her, yet it wasn't the least bit necessary; the sloppy sounds that came from her mouth were loud, as Dash listened to the slipping and sliding suction noises, almost afraid of being caught.
Dash unleashed without warning, filling Helen's mouth up to the brim with his spunk - she swirled it around her pearly whites, using his semen as tooth polish with her tongue, before doing a solid sounding gulp, letting him know exactly where it went.
Dash flatbumped, staring up at his ceiling. "Mom, I just... wow, mom."
She half smirked. "Thank you, Dash." Helen gave him a tap on his thigh. "I just hope you're ready for more." Dash's eyes widened. As he sat up, he found Helen undressing, putting on a show for the son as he recouped his energy. She undid the knot slowly and sensually, showing where each bind began, before letting them flap down, as she pushed her hands inwards at the side, opening the robe up, as her thumbs hit the front corners of her solid white cotton panties; she teased pulling them down, lifting the front first, as if to check herself out, before eventually leaning forward, then in one fluid motion, she brought it down to her ankles with a 'fwump' noise. Seeing her bend down, those bubbly buns clenched together, Dash was indeed rockhard again.
Helen climbed into bed like a predatory sexkitten, her hands with weight as she pushed down, her fingers moving like simulated paws, as she did a 180, before resting her face against her elbow, looking like she was lounging on the beach. Helen then writhed backwards, her spine curving, her back muscles tightening, his mother subtly wagging her tail, casually inviting him without pressure. "It's okay Dash, I can wait." Her encouraging voice came. She then began to hum - humming a sweet sounding song he hadn't heard since he could fit in a shoebox. As Dash inch wormed on his knees towards Helen, he felt... outmatched. She felt so much bigger than he was. He kinda felt more at home with girls his age, yet the undeniable attractiveness of his mother's fat ass and the way it was displayed made him want to explore her and find out why the older kids talked about sex so much.
He pried apart her butt, and it was like a whole other world, his amazement at both pink holes obvious, but everytime he tried to get himself ready, her cheeks would wobble back together. "M-m-mom. Could you hold your ass? I don't think I could get in if you don't."
Helen's response seemed a bit tired, lethargic, sleepy. "Mmmph, of course dear." She took mighty firm holds of those glorious globes of cellulite, more than proud to show her son where he came from. She had wedged together lips, with a hanging bit of curtained meat. He looked at it hypnotized by it, drawn into it. Dash callously stuck his finger towards it, feeling moistness and getting an immeadiate reaction, her asshole wincing. Although he had been unsure of himself up until then, he knew then he had to do this, whatever it was that made his penis feel like it was a divining rod.
He pressed his tip to the juicy and fat looking nethers, mild resistance, as he jabbed forth into her. The inside of his mom's pussy was warmer than her mouth - it felt like fire was enveloping him, yet he couldn't stop. He wanted that melty feeling more than he wanted super powers. No matter where his penis went, it felt good, yet her ass cheeks, as pleasant as they were to look at, seemed to be holding him back from fully getting in. His mother silently swayed with him in a way that felt like he imagined that of an elephant or a hippo might do, so like the animal she was, he felt the need to tame her, as he secured himself on her pear shaped waistline, before Dash raised one foot up, then the other. It was precarious, but necessary, as he now humped her like some kind of monkey holding his mother for dear life.
He didn't need superspeed to fuck his mom the right way, his natural need clear in his rapid hip movement, her ass jiggling with every landed connection, which caused Helen to sink forward, palms pressed forward like she were worshipping the very ground Dash walked on. "Oh my god, Dash." She had been trying to keep quiet, but let that slip out, partially out of letting him know he was doing well and being unable to control the way he made her feel, that familiar sensation growing, that in her weaker moments, were resolved with her fingers, thankful she had a son like Dash instead to extinguish the pent up flames.
"Mom, I don't know if I can-"
Dash went crosseyed as he stabbed as deep as he could into his mother, which wasn't far - but for Helen, he felt ten inches long - as she orgasmed around his little length. Helen collapsed down slowly, her legs and torso flat out, making sure her little man wouldn't fall as she did. Though just as she was about to enjoy his presence, he naturally withdrew. Helen, a little unhappy to feel his exit from her canal just like the first time, had at least the warm present he left her, which kept her from whining - a gift truly better than the #1 mom cup he got her - as Helen fanned her face, blowing cool air as she did. "Dash, I'm impressed for your first- ooooh!" Her voice got higher pitched than usual, shocked at the sudden out of nowhere strength of her boy as she was flipped onto her back, and he climbed atop her. He was in many ways like his father.
It took a lot out of Dash to flip her, holding her underneath her knees, thighs heavy and weighing him down. She was splayed wide open, her belly rising and falling, as did her bosom. Her curly brown haired muff was an inviting forest entrance, sitting between a valley of plumpness that trailed with slime. He whapped himself stiff again, splashing about her juices and his cum, which amazed Helen as she watched the semi-limp thing grow to life again - unsure if even Bob himself could do that. Their eyes locked with one another, Dash sliding in with ease like he had done this all his life. Helen wanted to hold Dash this time, yet no matter how hard or how deep Dash lunged into her, they couldn't reach one another. Helen used her powers to extend her neck forwards so they could kiss properly, long and deep; the nasty suckjob from earlier still with remnants that lingered on her palette as their tongues wrestled against one another, yet neither seemed to care.
Their first kiss broke apart, still close to one another, breathing eachother - they looked perfect together, as perfect as Bob and Helen did decades back.
"Dash... your father no longer loves me." Suddenly, Helen couldn't meet Dash's gaze. "And he... he..." Helen looked scared, her knuckles pressed to her lip, cracking her voice on purpose. "He beats me, Dash."
"He what!?" Helen could feel that hot, steamy anger in his voice... and in his loins. "I'll... I'll..." His words and his thrusts became one and the same.
"There's nothing you can do, Dash." She egged on, receiving more pussy battery for her pleasure. No hairspray in the world could keep her hair the way she liked it, as it became completely disheveled at this point, obscuring her true face. "That's why I need you to become big and strong one day. It's the only way you'll be able to stop him."
"Yeah, but..." Dash looked away. So many emotions running past his eyes - running even faster than he normally did. Then his wandering eyes met hers again, locking his arms around her thick stomach, his first real feeling of control over her; but when you zoomed out the picture on them, you could easily see how false that was with the size difference.
He slowed a bit, able to control his animal lust for just a moment, as he looked up to her with an earnestness. "I promise, mom. I'll become big and strong... for you."
Helen brushed some of Dash's golden hair out from the front of his face - her beautiful baby boy... "Mmmmph... I love you Dash."
"I love you, mom." He grunted, taking his mother harder, his breath heightening like he were a heat sick dog, as Helen watched him with an admiring eye. He came down with a final thrust, splattering the inside of his mother's womb a second time that night. Sweaty faced, he collapsed onto her tummy, as he hugged her tightly, and Helen's limp hands fell onto him, patting him down for his efforts.
They then fully embraced, becoming one.
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