Jim and Lucy have three grown girl ; all of them beautiful, and all of them married to older men. Each daughter had initially married someone their own age, only to replace them after a brace age with someone closer to their Dad's age. There may be a hidden subject matter in that fact, but who knows. It can be truthfully said that never during the time the girls lived at home with their Dad, did he ever entertain the thought process of fucking any one of them. He was their father and was raised that incest is a sin.

He has strict principle in his house and they follow them. He did not require the temptations that naked or scantily clad vernal female can cause. Now don't get the wrong stamp ; he isn't a despot or a dictator, out to muffle their feminine charm or personalities. As young children they were always allowed to roam around the menage in their pj's, but the pj's couldn't be provocative. They were allowed to wear cotton pj's spinning top that were either long sleeve or curt sleeve ; and cotton pyjama bottoms that were either long leg or short-change. Jim also didn't want to totally suppress their feminine need to feel beautiful and sexy. So, after they were teenagers and had that need to experience Sir Thomas More feminine and grownup ; they were also allowed to wear off sexy gown, but covered with a robe if they wandered outside of their bedrooms when he was in the house.

Everything went smoothly under his rule, but he had to admit that his middle daughter, Cathy, did portray some challenges for him. She is blonde and beautiful just like her mother. In fact she is almost a carbon copy of her female parent. Both are bosomy and slant, with longsighted blonde curly hair and weigh about the Lapp. The early two girls have equally nice design, but dour brown hair like their Dad. Cathy has the enceinte breasts of his three girls. He knows her size because he picked up one of her bras from the bathroom floor once to put in the apparel hamper and noticed she was a 36D.

Her large white meat always proudly push her tops out for everyone to observe no subject what she wears. Her favorite jersey especially emphases her voluptuousness, but her Dad always insists she wear a robe if she roams around the house dressed in that mode. When she wears a button up typecast pajama top her breasts will separate out against the buttons and creates a small fold where anyone can see her bare rounded breast. A few fourth dimension Jim has gotten a glimpse at her nipple. He has to intromit that seeing her mamilla is arousing, but still he never entertained the thinking of pulling her into a bed and have sex with her. He has higher morals than to violate her like that.

Cathy had been in her back married for about six days when she decides it wasn't going to bring and she needed to get a divorce. Jim had advised her not to marry the S.O.B. in the maiden place. The starting time time Jim meets him he senses bad vibes from him. It turns out her irregular hubby is a actual control addict. He not only wants to control all of her barren time, he also wants to adopt full dominance of her paycheck. She had to get his license to buy anything. He even made her signal over ascendency to him of her 401k at her place of use. When Jim hears this he tells her to leave him and arrive back home until everything is settled.

Cathy moves back into her old sleeping room up stairs. That bedroom is almost like having a disunite flat because the room has its own buck private bathing tub. She settles in with her parents and prepares for a long divorce battle with this creep. The first night back home, Cathy, comes down to watch TV with her Padre and her mother. She is dressed for bed which consists of a fuddled fitting ashen tee shirt and Boxer type pj's stern. It did not really comply with the pajama formula of her youth. Jim doesn't say anything because she is a grown char now and had adopted this type of sleepwear while attending college. Her style of dress does take its sensual affect on Jim, but he decides it is up to him to control his emotions and let her frock as she pleases. He has difficulty keeping his eyes from wandering to her breast. The closely t-shirt accents every curve of her upper organic structure. Any convention man would have fuss preventing an erection.

Often when the household watches ‘ R rated'flick in the evening, and especially during sealed love picture, Cathy's nipples become hard and very obvious. Jim always has problems hiding his constant erections when that happens. He can't even get up to go to the bathroom without first finding a way to plow his erections. He is almost sure his wife and girl have both noticed his problem at one time, or another.

Since Cathy was a small tiddler, she makes it a habit to always consecrate her father a big hug before going to bed. She always puts her tit squarely against his dresser and squeezes him real tight. Jim doesn't know if she realizes it, or not, but sometimes her nipples are intemperately and poke into his chest. As she gets older and her bosom get larger he notices it more and more, but quietly enjoys the feel. He never gives it much thought because she has done it since she was a belittled child.

One night Jim completely forgets about his hard-on and jumps up and gives her a big goodnight hug. Then he hears her gasp and squeeze him actual tight. She presses her groin tightly against his groin. She holds him like she doesn't want to let him go. That's when he realizes he is pressing his hard erection into her crotch. It just happened. Lucy has a shocked expression on her brass, but says cypher. Cathy sees her manifestation and pulls away quickly, rushing up to her bedroom. No mention of that incident is every spoken by any of them. Jim is so embarrassed by the accident, the adjacent night he slips away to bed before giving his daughter a in force night hug. The next morning he finds she is highly offended by his slipping away without the customary hug. He makes a mental note to be more heedful not to let that happen again.

One night recently, while Cathy watches one of her favorite TV show ; Lucy and Jim sit in the den, reading their dearie book. Around nine o'clock, Lucy decides to go to bed early. She kisses Jim good night and quietly slips away to the bedroom. Jim continues to show and Cathy continues to watch her TV appearance. Around eleven o'clock Jim's eyes start burning from the reading and he goes to the passe-partout toilet for eye pearl. He decides to shave and get set for bed. He puts on his pajamas then remembers he had not given Cathy her customary good Night hug. When he returns to the den the TV is off and Cathy is nowhere to be found. He can hear her stomping around upstairs. He feels sure she is discompose about the absence of the serious Nox hug. He slowly makes his way up to her room. He can see her pouting and roughly jerking the cover back on her bed. He raps lightly on her room access. When she looks up he mouths,"I'm sorry."She smiles and motions him into her room.

"I went to put my pj's on and when I returned to the den you were gone."Jim apologizes.

"I thought you had forgotten my hug again, Daddy."She pouts.

"No, I could never fall asleep without giving my Baby girl a good night hug,"he says as he approaches and holds his limb open for the accustomed hug.

Cathy eagerly rushes into his assailable weapon. He immediately feels her hard teat poke against his bureau and ‘ it just happened ’. His cock springs to life ; she squeezes him tighter and presses her groin against his stopcock. All his fatherly control vanishes and his mind fills with incestuous desire for his girl. They continue to defend each other close and he can feel her nipples harden even more as she presses and grinds her hips harder against his throbbing twitching cock.

In his nous she is no longer his daughter, but a aphrodisiacal desirable to the full grown woman. His hunger assumes control condition of his mind and he runs his hand under her t-shirt and begins to caress her boob while rolling the nipple between his pollex and forefinger digit. He leans forward and presses his lips to her neck. Her pulse beats rapidly in the vena of her cervix. He feels a quiver move through her body ; her respiration is poor and hurried.

"Daddy, this is not supposed to happen. I am your daughter ”, she moans softly in his ear.

He doesn't result. He moves his mouth from her neck to titty and sucks the hard teat into his mouth. He flicks it several times with his tongue then begins to gently jaw on her teat. She puts her hand on the book binding of his head and pulls him tightly into her breast.

She lets out a low moan and in soft sleepy sounding voice she says,"We shouldn't be doing this, Daddy."

He pauses and looks up into her tearing centre and says,"Do you really want me to quit ?"

She returns his regard for a hanker second but says zero. After a minute or so, she takes a bass breath ; letting it out slowly. She closes her eyes and gives her favourable reception by slowly shaking her head ‘ no ’.

Jim continues to suck and nibble on her breast as he slides one deal up into the leg opening of her boxer style pajama buttocks. She is not wearing pantie. Her vagina is soaking wet and his digit playground slide easily into her enclosed space. He inserts two fingers and moves them slowly in and out as he gently bites her hard teat. Her organic structure trembles and his hand photoflood with her orgasmic juice. He has to hold her up as her ramification try to establish way under her.

Once the sexual climax passes and she regains use of her legs, Jim drops to his knees while pulling her pajama bottoms to her ankle. She places her hands on his shoulders for balance as she steps out of her pajamas and kicks them away. Jim kisses her belly button as he makes his way down to her vagina. He notices she has a slight blonde while of hair's-breadth covering her pubic arena. He places his deal on her hips and guides her back into a sitting position on the boundary of her bed. He kneels between her legs and energy them open to allot wanton access code. He leans forward and blows his hot breathing place on her vagina. She shivers and coos lowly. He spreads her labia undefendable with his quarter round and blows his hot breath again. Her button immediately pokes its head out of its protective hood. He leans in and come together his lips around her clit and sucks it into his strong wet mouth. She slams her thighs shut out trapping Jim's chief and shingle with another orgasm.

Once her orgasm subsides, she releases her thigh and Jim begins dumb upward licks on her pussy with his broad straight tongue. He refers to them as puppy dog salt lick. He spreads her vagina clear again with his thumb. He begins inserting his glossa like it is his penis. She pulls his face tightly against her crotch and starts humping and fucking his lingua with her snatch. After a second of this, she pushes him off as her adjacent orgasm comes crashing in like a tsunami.

Jim give her a minute to recover and then pulls her up by her pelvis and reposition her on her bridge player and knees as he enters her doggie style. He pushes his cock in as far as it will go and her vaginal sinew close on it and starts sucking and milking his hard dick. He pulls his stopcock almost out, but her vagina grips it and refuses to let it exit. He slowly pushes it back in all the way to her neck and then repeats the exit maneuver. Each metre her vaginal muscles fight to hold him in. After several minutes of this they both build to the ultimate land shaking orgasm that they so dearly want. When their orgasms finally hits, Cathy shakes for a minute of arc then falls forward on her belly. Jim rolls over on his cover. Their dead body glisten with perspiration as they both lie there panting ; basking in the afterglow of the most amazing and exhausting orgasm ever.

"I am so sorry, child. It just happened. You are so beautiful I could control myself,"Jim susurration as he struggles to view his breath.

"Its okay, Daddy. I wanted it to happen as a lot as you did,"she resolution in a flaccid comforting voice."Can we do it again tomorrow night ?"

Jim slowly crawls out of her bed. He gathers his pajamas as he ponders his response.

"Can we, dada ?"She urges.

"We'll see, sister. Why don't we sleep on it and see how we both feel about it in the dayspring ? ”