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Tales of Incest: Inoichi & Ino	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > General Views: 59349 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I don't own 'Naruto' and make no money off of this story. Also, keep fantasy and reality separate; I dinnae condone the acts within this tale of smut

Chapter List
- 1-Inoichi & Ino
- 2-The Shower Scene
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The Shower Scene
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            Inoichi was beside himself as the brutally cold water sprayed over him. On one hand, he had just plowed his daughter and shot months’ worth of his jizz up her tight, little snatch; on the other hand, it had been the best fuck of his life! He knew he should be ashamed, and a part of him was, but he just couldn’t get over how good it felt to rush into her with such force. His lovemaking with his wife had, after all, become rather dull. In and out; that was their sex life, though there were kisses here and there. Now, all at once, his little girl throws herself at him, and he hardly hesitated to ‘throw’ himself in her, over and over until they both came to an earth-shattering climax.
            “Dammit,” he cussed under his breath while feebly hitting the side of the shower stall with his fist. What did this mean for him now? What was his relationship going to be like with his child? Would it happen again, or was it one of those ‘teenage girl’ things that just happened and men had never and would never have any understanding of? His mind wandered to the memories that had taken place not too long ago, not even an hour yet. Her mouth over his cock, hungrily suckling the tip and taking away every bit of pre-cum, how it was she urging him to shove his anxious manhood into her and abuse her as hard as he possibly good.
            To his everlasting shame, he now was looking down at his crotch to see that his flaccid member had awakened to the song of Ino’s moans playing on rerun in his head. He cursed at himself again. If this was how he would act just by remembering it, what would happen when he ran into Ino again? He did not think it would be wise to be left alone with Ino again, especially at home. She was a rowdy girl, and…
            The glass shower door was pulled open suddenly, startling him enough to make him almost throw his back against the wall. Normally, as a shinobi, he would be more alert and wouldn’t be snuck up on, but he was distracted, and his daughter was a noteworthy ninja…
            His daughter?!
            Yep, there she was, having jimmied the lock to the bathroom without a noticeable noise. She was leering at him in a way that he recognized from not-long-enough ago. He swallowed hard, his eyes glancing up and down her very naked form. He hadn’t noticed before – as she still had her clothes during their sinful encounter earlier – but she had developed into quite the young adult. Her breasts were so large, easily c-cups with perfectly proportionately sized nipples at the tip, stiff from apparent arousal and the cold spray that caught her from the showerhead. Was she thrusting her chest out for him to get a better look?
            “Ino,” he murmured. Both hands modestly went to cover his crotch so that she couldn’t lay eyes on the proof that he was enjoying what she was showing him. A useless endeavor, for her crystal-blue were already fixed on his groin; nothing she hadn’t seen before. Deciding to put on his stern father act to mask his weakness, he glowered at her and gesture to the door with a wavering point of his finger, risking exposing an incriminating portion of his apparent hard-on. “Out, Ino. Go to your room now, or…”
            “Mind if I join you, Otosan?” She invited herself in, easily sidestepping his hand to crowd him in the cubicle. Her ponytail was undone, and her long, golden hair almost draped down to her shapely ass. The glass door closed behind her like Inoichi’s doom being sealed. Her bosom pressed against him; she had more than enough room to keep from unnecessary contact with her father and still shower, but her intentions were too obvious. It made Inoichi’s throat almost squeeze shut as he eyed his lovely daughter. “Are you having… problems again, Daddy?” she asked hotly, head tilted down to his groin though her eyes stayed locked with his.
            She was going to be the death of him; he just knew it. He had been saying that over cups of saké for years. He turned away from her, ashamed from what he had done to her and the door it had opened between them that should have forever stayed shut between parent and child. “Get out, Ino. This can’t go on between us.”
            He could almost seem convincing, Ino mused, if his male part wasn’t prodding her lower belly when she inched in further. Sensually, she glided her hands up his arms, feeling him flinch and stiffen awkwardly under her touch. Her fingers slipped through his long, golden mane until they linked at the back of his head in order to pull him down in a deep kiss with his dear Ino. Her lips were so soft, incredible as they massaged his own. He could not deny the tongue slipping into his mouth, but he could at least keep himself from moaning hotly from the feeling. His cock thumped powerfully, sending signals to his brain to allow him to visit his teenage daughter’s slippery depths a second time, damn his conscience and moral standing.
            He actually found the strength to pull away from his daughter’s tasty mouth and caught his actions before his tongue could roll out to savor the taste of her lips. He steadied himself with rhythmic, deep breaths through his nostrils. This was his child; he was in control. “It’s a terrible thing we’ve done,” he told her, gripping either of her shoulders in a tight grip. “It’s a terrible thing I’ve done, and I pray you can forgive me, though I don’t deserve it. You are my beloved daughter. We cannot act this way, not with each other, not ever again.”
            Oh, her father was terrible at speeches. Ino’s decision did not falter. Unhooking her hands from around his head, she scraped her nails down his sternum, feeling tense muscles tighten in response. But no reaction was greater than when she invaded his pubic region, causing his hips to jerk. The fingertips digging into her shoulders tightened and she heard a very primal growl leave her father’s throat. He was usually more collected than that, but she wouldn’t mind him just giving in and giving her what she came here for.
            She traced his pubic hair, but did not grasp the member jutting from the curls. She did, however, bless him by grabbing his testicles and massaging them tenderly in her palm with a skill that once again made him worry where she actually went to when she went out and what she actually did. “If that was true, Otosan…” At long last, she gripped his shaft tightly and began to jerk him steadily. “You wouldn’t be this hard.” She nibbled on her lower lip as she awaited his response, as if it was suspenseful.
            Inoichi winced, flinching as Ino worked his erection to sway his fatherly point of view to a lover’s point of view. Damn his weak will when it came to his daughter. He could not refuse her charms and the loveliness of her youthful body. His hand shifted a bit, slid down her shoulder to her chest before pausing; smirking, she completed his journey for him and forced his palm against her tit, to which he immediately began to massage. Resistance was futile, and they both knew it; he might as well dive in head first. But on one condition, he swore to himself: “Just tonight. In the morning, this never happened.” He almost sounded desperate. Ino consented with a sure nod, and he immediately gave in.
            Ino was pressed back against the glass behind her, her ass cheeks flattening on the transparent surface. She looked on with a stunned smile as her dad’s hands shamelessly molested her breasts. Well, what man wouldn’t want to, she smugly thought? Inoichi gawked at his child’s bosom, so well-shaped and developed. He bent down low and caught one taut tip in between his teeth, nipping her until she whined, and then his lips closed around it to suckle the same way she had suckled on his wife’s teat as a baby.
            “Nnn, Otosan, you’re being so naughty,” she teased while tangling her fingers in his thick hair. He ignored her, satisfied just to run his tongue over and around the delightful nub. He switched tits to repeat the attention, but with much more fervor. And though her breasts deserved worship for their design, he headed on with his trek. Not much of a guess as to where he was heading, especially when he stopped to tongue her navel. When he was low enough, having descended completely on his knees rather than bending them, Ino lifted one of her long, flexible legs to hook around his neck while a hand went to her snatch to present her fold, pulling back the clitoral hood to expose the sensitive nub that was already quite distinguished from her arousal.
            A view good enough to eat; the father did not waste a second pressing his mouth to his daughter’s folds and devouring her with frantic tongue movements. She tasted just like her mother, sweet and pleasant, like nectar flowing over his tongue. The limb curling around his neck tightened and her fist yanked painfully on his hair, but he was not deterred from running his tongue through her channel. She was nice and wet already; he could push into her with the ease of slipping on an oiled-up glove.
            Taking away from her entrance, he set his eyes on the cute, little pearl she had exposed for him. It was the first time she saw him smirk since this whole ordeal began. He brought of his hands, pushing hers away, so that he was the one revealing her clit. With a talented tongue that was recently wasted with his wife, he licked the nub with quick flicks that had her writhing overhead, panting his name and begging for more. He closed his mouth around it so that he could employ suction, his tongue, and his teeth to bombard her with a variety of different pleasures.
            “Oh, Otosan! Feels so good!” she whined, her voice echoing in the small stall, though it could be heard easily on the other side of the house. Her hips gyrated against his mouth, and it was difficult for him to hold firm against her violent rocking. He dragged his tongue up the full length of her snatch, passing over her curls before going back down again to lap at her quivering vagina. He could only manage this two more times before his passion got the better of him.
            Knowing what was to come, Ino unwound her leg from around his neck and gave him space to stand up. She turned around, her ass jutting in the way of the invigoratingly cold water. Though it was cold, even arctic waters couldn’t defeat Inoichi’s and Ino’s taboo arousal. Her tits rubbed against the glass, and it would’ve been an inviting view should someone enter and see the globes flattening with two pink circles in the middles. “Hurry, Otosan! Put that big, thick cock in your daughter’s pussy,” she wheezed as though she hadn’t just been fucked by him less than an hour ago.
            Inoichi stepped behind her, watching as her dazzling hair slid from her proudly arching back so that she could pull it to one side. She was watching him from over her shoulder, waiting breathlessly for him to puncture her and give her the ride of her life again, as only an experienced man could give. His eyes went down to the swell of her hips and the crevice of her ass. He gazed at her little asshole before staring at her pussy, wet and ready to receive again. Her legs instinctively spread when he set a hand on either side of her upper thighs to pull apart the lips of her cunt to expose the pink insides.
            “Are you ready, Ino?” he asked, his hips pushing in until the drop of pre-cum at the tip of his cock smeared against her saturated insides.
            It was then that, for the first time, Ino hesitated, as if having second thoughts, which Inoichi found himself dreading. Was she actually having a moral complex now? That would be too cruel of a joke to play, and he feared what was consensual, pleasure-seeking incest would become a bit more forced than it should.
            But Ino’s smirk told him otherwise. No, she was still in control here, and she demonstrated that fact when she reached in between her thighs to manage his cock. Carefully, she backed up until his engorged head popped through her slick folds, but she kept him from impulsively shoving the rest of himself into her. Then she drew away, leaving him confused and unsatisfied until she teasingly inserted him again, no deeper than before.
            This was torture of the best kind; he could easily break her hold on him and bury himself into her moist heat, but as her father, he restrained himself from contradicting her. “Ino,” he finally gasped out while seizing her by the hips. “Stop this.”
            She could feel his need for her through the power of his grip. For a middle-aged man, he was quite insistent, like a teenager almost. Best not to keep him waiting for her big surprise with a tiny hole. He blinked once when his shaft was drawn away from her magnificent pussy, and blinked again, his eyes going wide with shock when Ino nudged the tip of his cock against the hole she intended for him to shove through. As if to assure him that she knew what she was doing and this was by her choice, she pushed back against him until he felt the resilient muscles yield somewhat.
            “Ino?” He knew of anal sex, but had never been able to try it with any of his prudish, traditional partners, though he himself hadn’t really given it much more than a thought or two. To him, it seemed rather strange and disgusting. Then again, he was fucking his daughter and shot his spunk up into her womb earlier. She knew what she was doing, and he would follow her lead. He put his hand on both of her butt cheeks to spread them further apart, his thumbs pulling the tight hole as best as he could in opposing directions.
            Ino shivered from the feeling and braced herself for what was to follow. Her dad was much larger than a curiously wandering finger during the throes of self-exploration, after all, and she had heard that it could hurt; which it did! Her father pressed harder against the resisting hole until he finally breeched it, the tip successfully embedding itself in her rectum, leading the charge into her unchartered bowels.
            Wow, he did not expect it to be so tight! Pussies and mouths paled in comparison to the squeeze now around his prick. With an anxious groan, he slid up further in his daughter’s backside until the friction was too much; he pulled out a ways, keeping the head safely tucked away behind her anus, and spat on his palm to apply some sort of lubricant for his invading shaft. It helped somewhat, but he still had to pull rather hard on Ino’s waist to keep them merging together.
            Ino was baring her teeth at the feeling of Inoichi creeping up her ass. He had delved in too deep for her to want to change her mind. She pushed down on the pressure, which seemed to help the insertion, but she could only keep that up for so long before she was left flushed in the face and gasping for breath. It almost felt like he was colliding with her stomach, which wasn’t the case, but she still felt her belly tightening.
            “You’re so big, Otosan,” she whimpered right before the final inch was shoved into her and his pelvis was pressing against her ass. They panted together, and he took a moment to lean over her with a gentle embrace that found her breasts being ravaged by his hands.
            It was so tight, so tight around him, and every convulsion of her body was felt by the member lodged in the tunnel. Boy, had he been missing out! He wouldn’t mind staying like this forever, but movement was required for a satisfying release. Finishing up with toying with his little girl’s chest, he straightened himself back up behind Ino, enduring the constant rush of icy water that sprayed against his side and sent rivulets of water down the crack of Ino’s butt and around her stretched sphincter. “I’m going to start moving now, Ino,” he whispered to her, petting her spine to give her chills that made her noticeably quiver. Gripping either side of her waist, he retracted from her ass halfway, and then carefully pushed back in, causing Ino to give a harsh grunt. She’d be making many more sounds than that soon enough, he thought with a grin.
            The passage was becoming easier and easier with every push, and the discomfort it caused the blonde girl was generally fading away to a strange sensation that wasn’t exactly pleasure, yet she craved it all the same. Eventually, she began to move her body in sync with her father’s thrusts until they were in perfect rhythm. His balls slapped against her aching pussy and stimulated her clit just the same. Their bodies collided with audible, wet slaps that Ino cherished and would recount on lonely nights again.
            Ino was tingling all over. She was on the verge of cumming. Her father, caressing her in such a way while he plowed her tender asshole. “Ughn! Otosan,” she cried out when he hammered deep inside of her.
            Throwing all caution to the wind, he held her as tightly as he could and pulled and pushed her body faster than she could keep up with, pounding her senseless up against the window of the shower stall. She sobbed from the pleasure of her asshole being so thoroughly abused. Her tits floundered beneath her as her head banged against the window. She was anticipating the firing of his load soon, but something happened that brought concern to them both.
            Crack!
            Both father and daughter paused and took a moment to catch their breath. In front of Ino’s eyes was a spider-web of cracks her forehead caused from banging against the glass. Luckily, the pane itself was intact, otherwise things might’ve been a lot more serious. As of now, this crack could wait till later; it only meant that she and her dad should continue this elsewhere, and they weren’t about to relocate themselves to the room.
            Ino gave a small whimper when her asshole was unplugged, and not a drop of semen spilled from her. Well, at least they weren’t finished, she thought with a smile. She took her father by the hand. “C’mon.” She led him out of the shower, letting the water run, uncaring about what it would waste. Inoichi wordlessly followed her daughter, his eyes watching every sway of her body, particularly the slight jiggle of her bosom. He did not think of where she was leading him until she stood in front of the toilet and set the lid down. She pointed and gave the simple order of “Sit”. He wasn’t about to disobey and took a seat, licking his lips when she stepped in front of him, ass facing him. She bent at the middle to grab his cock and hold it straight up as her butt descended. He eyed the hole that couldn’t even be compared to the once-tiny passage that he could barely fit through. His head touched her anus, and she prepared to drop down on him.
            “Honey! Ino! I’m home!”
            Ino jutted and Inoichi felt as though hell’s coldest waters washed over him in an effort to murder his erection; he only lost a bit of his potency as his heart raced double time. The missus had returned from her work at the flower shop. “Inoichi? Where are you?” Ino winced when she heard the creak of her bedroom door being opened. Hopefully the tissues of cum littering the floor would go unnoticed; fortunately, they did.
            Then came the moment that had both daughter and father trembling at the core. The doorknob of the bathroom rattled. What a sight Mother was in, to see her beautiful daughter naked, ready to take a seat on her equally naked father’s lap. “Are you in there?”
            Inoichi felt his throat clasp. “Yeah,” he said feebly. He made to move out from underneath Ino, but there was a sudden devilry in her eyes. He realized all too late that she had no intentions on stopping just because another person was in the house, even if it was none other than her mother. Just as carefully as before, doing her best not to make a sound, she exhaled softly when his cockhead was buried past her anus and was well on its way to pushing up into her rectum. His hands grabbed at her waist, but did not push or pull; he was torn between emotions and left it up to her as to what would happen. What happened, of course, was his daughter settling firmly on his lap with his cock buried to the hilt her in back passage.
            “Taking a shower?” Ino’s mom asked with a bit of humor to her voice. “That’s rather unlike you after going out drinking.” Her footsteps were heard departing to her bedroom. Thankfully, the smell of flowers overpowered the earlier indiscretions of her husband and child.
            Ino, unperturbed by her mother still talking, carefully picked herself up and dropped herself on her father’s cock, which had regained – and possibly surpassed – its previous hardness with this dangerous situation. She did well holding in her moans, and Inoichi had to struggle to do the same. His hands slid underneath her butt to help her maneuver. “Just trying a change of pace,” he grunted out as smoothly as he could while urging Ino to increase the tempo. Guess he wasn’t so frightened after all, Ino mused as she bounced her ass up and down on his manhood.
            “Where’s Ino?” his wife called out to him. “I thought she would return home after I excused her from the shop.”
            Inoichi quietly cursed at these questions. Why couldn’t she wait until after his balls were spent to interrogate him? “She went out with Sakura-chan,” he replied while staring down at his cock being repeatedly swallowed by Ino’s asshole.
            “With Sakura-chan? Well, when is she coming home?”
            Soon enough, Ino thought with a smirk as her dad’s right hand moved up the curves of her side before capturing her tit in his palm. He molded the supple flesh and pulled at the nipple enough to almost earn a squeak that would surely not go unnoticed by the attentive woman in the other room. No doubt her suspicion would be that her drunken husband had brought a floozy home; the truth waiting behind the locked door, however, was a bit more… not good.
            Inoichi said that he wasn’t sure when their daughter would be back, and then began to push up to meet his daughter’s ass. His testicles were yearning to explode, and he could not fight back the urge any longer. He would not be left alone at the end and made a desperate reach to the front of Ino’s waist, delving past her pubic hair to run fingers over her pussy lips and clit. Now shoving her to the edge, Ino was forced to bite her own hand to refrain from any loud noises as she came. She came close to drawing blood as she exhaled heavily and raggedly, succeeding in not screaming her release at the cost of severe pain to her hand. Her juices gushed out of her to soil her father’s clenching sac, and that was all he needed.
            Tapping her shoulder in warning, he urged her to get off. She hastily pulled herself off of his length, and his right hand choked the base, though not in time to catch the initial discharge. He sucked on his teeth to deal with the discomfort of putting his ejaculation on hold as his daughter scooted into place between his knees, holding her hair to one side and closing her eyes and mouth to accept his release. His ass tightened and he lifted himself a bit for better trajectory when his clenching fist loosened and began to pump his shaft. Ino made a pleased hum in her throat when a heavy glob landed over her forehead, and she could not resist opening her mouth and inviting his cockhead within. Inoichi, too far gone to care, took the invitation and bucked against her willing orifice, depositing his great load over her daughter’s tongue for her to taste. Haphazard bursts, of course, escaped the awaiting cavern to decorate her face, but she did not care. Sure, he could’ve shot his wad up her ass, but then that could possibly leak ‘evidence’ that Inoichi’s wife could discover and investigate. This way was much better, discretely and visually.
            When the spurting was over, and Inoichi slumped on the toilet to collect his senses, Ino swallowed the pungent load in her mouth and took the tip of her father’s dick in between her lips to suck out any trace he had left to join the rest in her stomach. Once she was satisfied that there was no more of jizz to slurp up, she retracted and carefully wiped the splatter away from her eye so that she could smile brightly at her daddy.
            Flushed, Inoichi signaled for her to be quiet and return to her room to clean up; she could shower later on tonight. She nodded. Naked and with a mask of cum on her face, Ino carefully unlocked the door and peeked out. Her mom had closed the door to hers and Inoichi’s room, so it was a simple task of scurrying across the hall to take refuge in her own room.
            Yes… That girl was definitely going to be the death of him, Inoichi mused as he continued to pant while slumping on the toilet seat.
            “Inoichi!” His wife’s voice was rather upset. Why?! How could she have seen Ino?! “Have you been masturbating again?! I see your semen over my side of the bed!”
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