Jim and Lucy have three farm daughter ; all of them beautiful, and all of them married to older men. Each girl had initially married soul their own age, only to replace them after a couple age with someone closer to their Dad's age. There may be a obscure message in that fact, but who knows. It can be truthfully said that never during the sentence the young lady lived at home with their Dad, did he ever entertain the opinion of fucking any one of them. He was their father and was raised that incest is a sin.

He has strict linguistic rule in his menage and they follow them. He did not desire the enticement that naked or scantily clad Pres Young females can cause. Now don't get the wrong impression ; he isn't a autocrat or a dictator, out to stifle their feminine magical spell or personalities. As young children they were always allowed to roam around the household in their pajamas, but the pj's couldn't be provocative. They were allowed to wear cotton pj's tops that were either foresighted sleeve or shortly sleeve ; and cotton pyjama tush that were either long leg or short. Jim also didn't want to totally suppress their feminine motivation to feel beautiful and sexy. So, after they were teenagers and had that need to feel Sir Thomas More feminine and adult ; they were also allowed to fag out sexy nightgowns, but covered with a robe if they wandered outside of their bedrooms when he was in the house.

Everything went smoothly under his dominion, but he had to admit that his middle girl, Cathy, did present some challenges for him. She is blonde and beautiful just like her mother. In fact she is almost a carbon copy of her mother. Both are curvaceous and thin, with long blond curly hair's-breadth and weigh about the same. The former two girls have equally nice figures, but benighted browned fuzz like their Dad. Cathy has the gravid breasts of his three female child. He knows her size because he picked up one of her bras from the john storey once to put in the clothes hamper and noticed she was a 36D.

Her large breasts always proudly push her tops out for everyone to notice no issue what she wears. Her best-loved T-shirt especially emphases her lushness, but her Dad always insists she wear a robe if she roams around the house dressed in that manner. When she wears a button up typewrite pajama top her knocker will strain against the buttons and creates a pocket-sized flexure where anyone can see her bare rounded breast. A few times Jim has gotten a glance at her mammilla. He has to acknowledge that seeing her teat is arousing, but still he never entertained the thought process 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 bit married for about six years when she decides it wasn't going to mold and she needed to get a divorce. Jim had advised her not to wed the S.O.B. in the first place. The foremost clip Jim meets him he senses bad vibes from him. It turns out her second hubby is a material ascendency addict. He not only wants to ensure all of her free sentence, he also wants to subscribe full restraint of her paycheck. She had to get his license to buy anything. He even made her signboard over control to him of her 401k at her place of employment. When Jim hears this he tells her to leave him and number back domicile until everything is settled.

Cathy moves back into her old bedchamber up stairs. That bedroom is almost like having a single out apartment because the way has its own private bath. She settles in with her parents and prepares for a long divorcement fight with this creep. The first night back abode, Cathy, comes down to watch over TV with her father and her mother. She is dressed for bed which consists of a tight fitting Stanford White tee shirt and boxer type pajama bottoms. It did not really comply with the pajama rules of her younker. Jim doesn't say anything because she is a grown woman now and had adopted this type of nightwear while attending college. Her manner of dress does have its sensual affect on Jim, but he decides it is up to him to insure his emotions and let her dress as she pleases. He has trouble keeping his eyes from wandering to her breast. The tight jersey accents every curve of her amphetamine physical structure. Any normal man would have trouble preventing an erection.

Often when the family watches ‘ R rated'motion picture in the evening, and especially during certain making love view, Cathy's nipples become hard and very obvious. Jim always has job hiding his constant erections when that happens. He can't even get up to go to the bathroom without first finding a way to cover his erecting. He is almost sure his wife and daughter have both noticed his problem at one clock time, or another.

Since Cathy was a small small fry, she makes it a habit to always give her father a big hug before going to bed. She always puts her breasts squarely against his dresser and squeezes him real tight. Jim doesn't know if she realizes it, or not, but sometimes her nipples are hard and poke into his chest. As she gets sometime 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 small child.

One Night Jim completely forgets about his erection and jumps up and gives her a big goodnight hug. Then he hears her pant and squeeze him literal tight. She presses her groin tightly against his bulwark. She holds him like she doesn't want to let him go. That's when he realizes he is pressing his severely erecting into her genitalia. It just happened. Lucy has a shocked expression on her face, but says naught. Cathy sees her expression and pulls away quickly, rushing up to her bedroom. No mention of that incident is every spoken by any of them. Jim is so obstruct by the accident, the next night he slips away to bed before giving his daughter a sound night hug. The following morning he finds she is highly offended by his slipping away without the customary hug. He makes a mental bank bill to be more careful not to let that fall out again.

One Night recently, while Cathy watches one of her favorite TV shows ; Lucy and Jim sit in the den, reading their favorite books. Around nine o'clock, Lucy decides to go to bed early. She kisses Jim good night and quietly slips away to the chamber. Jim continues to read and Cathy continues to watch her TV shows. Around eleven o'clock Jim's eyes start burning from the indication and he goes to the master bathroom for eye cliff. He decides to shave and get ready for bed. He puts on his pyjama 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 sealed she is upset about the absence of the sound night hug. He slowly makes his way up to her way. He can see her pouting and roughly jerking the covers 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 infant girl a unspoiled night hug,"he says as he approaches and holds his arms open for the customary hug.

Cathy eagerly rushes into his loose arms. He immediately feels her operose nipples poke against his thorax and ‘ it just happened ’. His cock saltation to life ; she squeezes him tighter and presses her jetty against his cock. All his fatherly control vanishes and his creative thinker fills with incestuous desire for his daughter. They continue to reserve each other close and he can finger her mammilla indurate even more as she presses and grinds her hips harder against his throbbing twitching cock.

In his mind she is no longer his daughter, but a sexy desirable full phase of the moon grown fair sex. His hunger assumes control of his thinker and he runs his hand under her jersey and begins to fondle her breast while rolling the nipple between his thumb and power finger. He leans forward and presses his lips to her neck. Her pulsing beats rapidly in the venous blood vessel of her neck. He feels a quiver move through her body ; her respiration is brusque and hurried.

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

He doesn't answer. He moves his lip from her neck opening to white meat and sucks the hard nipple into his mouth. He flicks it several prison term with his lingua then begins to gently chew on her mammilla. She puts her hand on the back of his top dog and pulls him tightly into her breast.

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

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

She returns his regard for a long moment but says zilch. After a minute or so, she takes a deep breathing space ; letting it out slowly. She closes her eyes and gives her approval by slowly shaking her point ‘ no ’.

Jim continues to suck and nibble on her chest as he slides one hand up into the leg scuttle of her boxer style pajama bottoms. She is not wearing panties. Her vagina is soaking wet and his finger slides easily into her enclosed space. He inserts two finger and moves them slowly in and out as he gently bites her voiceless mammilla. Her consistency trembles and his hand photoflood with her orgasmic juices. He has to retain her up as her legs try to give way under her.

Once the orgasm whirl and she regains use of her legs, Jim drops to his knees while pulling her pajama keister to her ankle. She places her hands on his shoulders for symmetricalness as she steps out of her pajamas and quetch them away. Jim kisses her belly button as he makes his way down to her vagina. He notices she has a lean blonde patch of hair covering her pubic area. He places his hands on her pelvis and guides her back into a sitting spot on the sharpness of her bed. He kneels between her legs and get-up-and-go them open to give light access. He leans forward and blows his hot breath on her vagina. She shivers and coos lowly. He spreads her labia exposed with his thumbs and blows his hot breath again. Her clit immediately pokes its psyche out of its protective hood. He leans in and closes his back talk around her clit and go down on it into his quick wet mouthpiece. She slams her thighs shut trapping Jim's oral sex and shakes with another orgasm.

Once her orgasm subsides, she releases her thighs and Jim begins slow upward licks on her kitty-cat with his blanket two-dimensional tongue. He refers to them as puppy dog licks. He spreads her vagina undefendable again with his thumb. He begins inserting his tongue like it is his penis. She pulls his face tightly against her crotch and starts humping and fucking his clapper with her cunt. After a instant of this, she pushes him off as her next orgasm comes crashing in like a tsunami.

Jim generate her a minute to regain and then pulls her up by her pelvic girdle and repositions her on her hands and knees as he enters her doggie style. He pushes his prick in as far as it will go and her vaginal heftiness close on it and starts sucking and milking his backbreaking turncock. He pulls his cock almost out, but her vagina grips it and refuses to let it go. He slowly pushes it back in all the way to her cervix and then repeats the exit maneuver. Each time her vaginal muscles fight to hold him in. After several minutes of this they both build to the ultimate earth shaking orgasm that they so dearly need. When their orgasms finally hits, Cathy shakes for a minute then falls forward on her stomach. Jim rolls over on his back. Their bodies glisten with sweating as they both lie there panting ; basking in the afterglow of the most amazing and exhausting sexual climax ever.

"I am so sorry, infant. It just happened. You are so beautiful I could control myself,"Jim rustle as he struggles to trip up his breath.

"Its okeh, Daddy. I wanted it to pass off as very much as you did,"she reply in a soft comforting vocalisation."Can we do it again tomorrow night ?"

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

"Can we, Daddy ?"She urges.

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