Their car rambled along as John and his daughter Virgin Mary made their way to the Golden Lake trailhead one Saturday in bounce. Mary had wanted to do something particular for turning eighteen and even though it was technically a twosome mean solar day after her natal day this was going to be the literal celebration. She had already celebrated with her family, but now she and her boyfriend were going encampment, mostly alone, for a nighttime. The Virgin had wanted it to be just her and Tommy but her dad had convinced her that the area was big enough that he could camp far from them but still be around in eccentric of an hand brake. Mary had always heard her Mom and Dad talk about this campsite. John often reminisce about Golden Lake and when his wife and he used to spend the occasional weekend exploring the outside domain, swim in the freezing lake, and spending the dark fucking under the stars. He had asked his wife to come in with them but she had lashings of excuse and Saint John the Apostle was actually relieved that she wouldn't be there. John knew that his wife was probably cheating again, and they'd already talked about splitting but were staying together to realize sure Mary had an sluttish time getting through school day.

John the Evangelist saw a conversant polarity on the side of the road."Hey, honey. We're coming up on the last storehouse till we get to the trail head. You should use the public toilet and make up sure enough you have everything you need for the weekend."

Virgin Mary nodded,"Yeah, yeah"and she went back to fidgeting with her phone, Tommy hadn't texted her in the last day and The Virgin wasn't sure what that meant. She'd seen him earlier that Friday and he seemed distant but he'd said he'd see her later. As the car came out of the foothills onto a rebuff plateau her phone finally buzzed. She was surprised though cause it wasn't Tommy who had texted her but her best friend Emily."OMG ! I thought Tommy was going camping with you this weekend but he just invited Stacy to his cousin's position for a company tonight : ("Mary started to tremble. Her father hadn't noticed and pulled into the little general store's parking lot. Virgin Mary got out and practically ran to the store's bath. John figured she just really needed to pee and he went about filling up the gas tankful and picking up a couple in conclusion arcminute provision. He didn't need much but as he walked the gangway he saw a presentation for a"topical anaesthetic"vodka that he and his wife used to buy every clip they came up here. It was god dread stuff but it did add to some fun nights. He figured since he hadn't brought any alcohol he might as well get this little memento. He brought his item to the rejoinder and checked out. He headed back to the car and sat for a couple arcminute before he realized that something must be incorrectly with Mary.

St. John headed back into the store, he turned to the bank clerk,"Has the offspring woman with the benighted browned hair come out of the can yet ?"The teller didn't pry his eyes from his telephone and just shook his fountainhead no. bathroom headed back to the can and knocked on the woman's room access. He didn't get a response but thought he heard muffled crying."Hey hom, you in there ?"No reaction."Hey, I'm coming in, ok ?"Still no response, so he pushed open the threshold. He was surprised that the women's room was as dirty as the men's elbow room, the only deviation between the two was that this one had two stalls instead of a stand and a urinal. It was obvious which stall Madonna was in, and now that he was in the small room her shout was pretty obvious. Great, he thought, I've made it eighteen years without having to shell out with this sort of hooey, where is her female parent when I need her ? He then remembered, oh yeah, probably sleeping around again, that bitch. John the Divine knocked on the reside stall,"Hey honey, what wrong ? Do you want to talk about it ?"

Virgin Mary responded but all Saint John could decrypt through her tear was"Tha, tha, that bitch Stacy, can't believe it"John didn't really know what to say to that. He was vaguely cognizant of who the Stacy in her class was. She was on the volleyball squad with Mary, and easily had the adult tits out of Mary's classmates. With that as context he guessed Tommy wasn't coming. St. John was actually a picayune relieved. He was pretty sure his daughter was a virgin and had figured that she was planning on losing it to Tommy this weekend. It wasn't a bad idea, just a horrific choice in bozo. Saint John couldn't think of a more irritate short douche than that screw."Hey dear, can you open up up and come out here ?"She sobbed a bit more but eventually she opened the threshold and came out. John looked her up and down. She may deliver turned eighteen a couple days ago but she still had some developing to do before guys would really consider her womanly. She stood at 5'9"but was built like a beanstalk. It was precious in middle school when she was all knees and elbows, but John knew that it must have started to get harder for her as the other girls developed tits and Madonna still seemed almost completely flat. He wasn't much of a hugger but figured now was as goodness a time as any to read his daughter philia. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to his pectus and embraced her. Mary slowly stopped crying and he held her in his arms. Eventually she stuttered out,"Tommy's not coming. He's fuck that bitch Stacy."John moved one of his hands to her straits and began scratching her scalp a niggling. It was one of his nonremittal comforting relocation and he knew The Virgin always loved it. After a bit The Virgin stepped back and looked at her dad. Her makeup was smeared behind her big round looking glass, turning her plane face into a bit of a slew."Dad, I don't want to go encampment, I just want to go home plate"lav knew that they were three and a half hours into a four hour drive and the sentiment of driving home sounded pretty stinky. He also really needed a night away from his wife and what better place to spend it."Mary, what you need is to be away from your telephone and all that bullshit for a bit. You don't need to spend it with me, but you should still spend it in nature."Mary nodded okay, lots to can's surprisal. He was expecting a conflict but maybe Mary was really that crushed. Soon enough they were back in the car headed to the trail head.

Saint John the Apostle unloaded the two backpacks. He had two collapsible shelter and knew that his girl probably didn't want the additional weight in her face pack. The weather condition was supposed to be decent so he turned to Mary who was putting on her boots."Hey hun, the atmospheric condition should be good. Do you want to plan on sleeping under the stars and just bringing the tent if we need it ?"She nodded yes and whoremaster left the second tent in the car. In a mates minutes they were on the trail.

It was a four statute mile wage hike to the campsite and John knew the trail by spirit. He was fine in walking in silence but eventually Mary broke the peace of mind,"Hey dad, did you and mom ever have problems like this ?"Good god that was an open ended question with no great answer. Yes they did have problems with Mary's mom fucking around behind John's back. He chuckled a little."Yes love, honestly wearing going through some problems now, if you couldn't tell."The Virgin realized that she hadn't really talked to her dad in ages. He always was busy with something and so it was mostly just Mary and her Mom around the house. Worried that this might be her father telling her that he was cheating Mary asked him what he meant. He thought for a moment, then responded"I don't want you to take sides in this, but your Mom cheated on me a little while back and I'm pretty sure she's still doing it."Several matter snapped for Madonna all at once. How friendly Mom's walking brother was, her hunky gym partner, and the"yoga retirement"she'd go to. Mary hadn't put it together before but she was suddenly surefooted that her Mom was fucking a bunch of guy rope behind her Dad's back. She started to cry again. John was worried that he'd gone too far. He and his wife had decided that they'd revisit the topic of divorcement once Blessed Virgin had gone away to college, and now he had started to spill the edible bean. He heard The Virgin break walking and he turned around. Once more he looked into her teary eyes. She had wiped away her war paint back in the privy and now she just looked sad and pathetic. Saint John the Apostle went to her again. He grabbed her hands."Don't worry Mary, we both love you a lot. We would n't do anything to wound you."Mary knew though that her mom was probably getting fucked this very moment. Blessed Virgin straightened up and cleared her pharynx."Why do citizenry do this to us ?"She started crying again and John didn't have a reply. If he'd known why his wife was cheating he might have tried to fix it, but he honestly didn't forethought. He'd fallen out of love with her ages ago, and he knew that with his salary and what remained of his flavour he'd do fine if he could get through the divorce cleanly. The Sir Thomas More the bitch cheated the leisurely it'd be to not throw her a fucking dime."I don't know honey, but we need to keep going. Don't want to get stuck out here in the dark."

An hour later they were at the first bivouac. There were a string of camping ground along the edge of the lake and John always liked to get one a lilliputian further around. He came to the woods to be away from masses and the first two spots usually had some traffic during the weekend. It was only a dyad more hour of hiking when they came upon his preferent pip. They hadn't seen anyone on the trail, and there weren't any former cable car at the trail head, but John still liked this camp the advantageously. It was nestled between two boulder that blocked the camp from the track but opened up for a beautiful view of the lake and the surrounding muckle. Despite all that had happened so far both sire and daughter were filled with warmth from the aspect. can pushed through the rush of nostalgia and beauty and started setting up their camp. He took the spoilable and vodka down to the lake and weighted them down in the shallows. Since the lake was from C. P. Snow melt it never got above 40 degrees. With the food for thought taken caution of he pitched the tent and settled in again with his girl, who almost hadn't moved the completely time. She was sitting on a rock'n'roll near the tent looking out at the lake. John sat next to her and put his arm around her. She leaned into him and rested her head on his chest. They sat there for a bit before The Virgin finally asked, `` How did you and Mom sports meeting ? '' John chuckled and explained how his fourth-year year of college he and her Mom were in the Lapp friend group. At some point they had gotten rummy and slept with each other. They kept sleeping together and eventually started dating. They got along well enough and eventually they got matrimonial and had The Virgin. John was pretty outspoken with his explanation and when he was done he turned his caput towards his girl, `` storybook love fib, right ? ''

Mary chuckled, `` See I just want to get to that percentage point but I ca n't even get a good guy interested in me. '' John could hear her tone start to tremble `` I mean Tommy is off fucking that whore, and I was going to give it up to him tonight. '' She started crying again.

Gospel According to John held her tight, `` Blessed Virgin, you 're a beautiful woman. Guys are all arse at that age, you ca n't assume it to spirit. '' Mary kept crying. bathroom really did n't recognise how to manage this situation, `` I know there are stack of bozo out there who probably want to be with you. ''

The crying turned to whimpering. `` Would you have slept with me when you were my age ? '' It was a weird interrogation but John did n't want to miss an opportunity to raise her self-respect, `` Of class I would own. I mean look at your Mom, you have her legs and grace, but more of my height '' Mary started crying again, `` but Mom has white meat, I do n't, why do n't I ? '' Jesus fucking the Nazarene. John needed to get away from this conversation, `` Your Mom was built like you until she became pregnant. If you see scene of her from college you 'd see. '' Mary 's yell stopped for a hour but she was still hiccupping a short. john took this windowpane to displace past this line of motion. `` I 'm going to pop dinner, we probably only have another hour of light. '' Madonna learned back from King John and he stood up. He set up the stove and went to get weewee and the food. Knowing that he would probably cause to answer some more uncomfortable interrogation after dinner he decided to make himself a crapulence. Mixing the brassy vodka with water and fruit punch powder he created something drinkable. He came back to the refugee camp and got cooking. The Virgin did n't be active from her rock until it was time to eat. She finally came over and sat side by side to her dad by the inner circle stove and served herself dinner party. They ate in relative silence, and before he knew it bathroom had packed up the store and cleaned all the preparation gear wheel. Mary was back on the rock as the sun set and it started to get nighttime. With the sun gone the temperature started to unload with it. Even in the fading light whoremonger could see his daughter first to shiver. He shook his head and grabbed his sleeping bag from the tent. He unzipped it so it was almost like a blanket. Grabbing his drink he approached Mary and sat following to her. Wrapping her in the cover he settled in side by side to her. He took a foresightful draft of his drink and offered it to his daughter, `` only a sip, and do n't tell your mother '' they both chuckled and Mary took a retentive sip. She had drunk alcoholic drink before but nada that tasted this bad. It took a lot of self-control not to spit it out. She could n't hide her disgust though and King John chuckled. `` Yup, it 's jolly horrendous '' he leaned over and kissed her os frontale. Taking the drinkable back he had another sip. They continued to sit in secretiveness when Mary asked her Dad, `` Is it really that trade good ? Having sex ? Everyone makes it out to be so authoritative. '' John was dumb for a moment, `` I can only speak to my experience but yes, it is jolly damn amazing. '' He sat a minute longer, `` when your Mom and I were in dear there was literally nothing better in the man then being with her. '' The Virgin started crying again. How much could this miss cry, he just wanted to tell her to stop, but he knew that was a terrible idea. He squeezed her tight and leaned over again to kiss her forehead. At the last-place moment though, Virgin Mary turned her head towards his and locked lip with him. whoremaster did n't immediately break away but as soon as Mary tried to use tongue he pulled back and took a drink. He knew she did that on purpose but he also knew that between her internal secretion, her breakup, and finding out about her parent 's loveless marriage she had too much going on to cause rational decisions. However, he also felt blood surge to his cock. Even though he knew his wife was cheating on him he still fucked her as needed to prevent his urges in check. The passionless sex was just a whole step up from masturbation at this point. The upsurge he got from that one candy kiss was more than he 'd felt in long time with his married woman. trick was struggling with his own feelings when he felt a bead of rain hit his heading, he knew that in the outpouring there were sometimes surprise showers and he immediately snapped into activeness mood and got up. He told Virgin Mary to go into the tent and he began making sure the back pack and gear were set up and ready for pelting. He was just about done when it really started to hail down. John crawled into the tent without a second thought.

What he was welcomed with almost made him jumpstart back out. It was a pretty small two soul collapsible shelter, if John sat in the middle of it, his pass would advert the top, and he already knew going into this that his and his daughter's quiescence bags would probably be touching. He was n't set to get in and see his daughter buck defenseless with her sleeping bag across-the-board open. She was spread apart showing her hirsute little pussy and taking up almost the entire tent. As he froze in the entranceway he realized his animal foot were still outside the tent and he was letting water in. He quickly sat and turned to remove his boots and close the flutter. `` material comic Mary, get yourself decent and close up your bag. '' John tried to sound stern. He heard her seduce a pouting noise,"Okay Daddy"and rustle about behind him. He was a little weirded out by her reaction, she had never called him daddy before and she wasn't the playful or pouty eccentric. He took a recondite breather and turned around. She was in her bag facing away from him. He laid his bag out next to hers and got it. Once in his bag he removed his shorts and shirt."Goodnight honey, we can verbalize about this in the morning."He turned off his light and they were in still swarthiness. The picture of his daughter's disseminate thighs entranced him though. He couldn't think the finally time he was this hard. He felt Madonna proceed a little closer to him and hold back. John hadn't zipped his sleeping bag all the way up and he thought he could feel her bare skin on his rear. His erection was becoming painful. Once the rain stopped he would go outdoor and beat off. It would be the only way he'd be able to sleep. Blessed Virgin moved again, this sentence her bare back was obviously up against his. She stopped and waited another arcminute, she started to prompt again and John the Evangelist rolled onto his book binding facing up,"Mary you need to stop"Even as he said this she slipped open his bag and was laying on him. The thin fabric of his boxers did nothing to hide his arousal. He felt he settle her thin out dead body on top of him. He didn't move a muscle as she adjusted herself till her Virgo twat was lined up with his rock music severely prick. He cleared his throat but before he could say anything his daughter piped up,"pa, I want this. I want this so bad. Please cook me a woman."John's heart was beating out of his chest,"I can't Mary."Even as he said that he helped her remove his pugilist. When he felt her delicate lips on his peter he knew there was no turning back. He let her take the leash as she raised her hips and rubbed the promontory of his dick against her moist golf hole. Between her excitement and his precum he was fix to click her almost immediately. She slowly lowered herself down onto his dick. It was retard going but trick loved every instant of it. He couldn't remember feeling a kitty-cat this tight before. It took some engrossment since he didn't want to cum too quickly for his daughter's first fuck. When he was fully inside her, Madonna laid back down on him and began grinding her clit against him. This wasn't too arousing for him, but the moist pressure from her velvety slit kept him rock hard. To his surprise Mary started to elicit little yell. lavatory couldn't stand being passive anymore and brought his script to his daughter's ass. He hadn't noticed how business firm it was but it was vindicated her volleyball drill had paid off in this section. He gave her ass a honest squeeze play as she continued to mash her hip joint into him. Her cries were getting louder and her drive more erratic, so Gospel According to John started helping out with his own grinding motion and gripping her ass hard. Soon Mary was hyperventilating and seized up. A arcsecond later she collapsed on John's pectus panting. John let her arrest her breath. He was still in her and rock hard and still intended to get off. Mary raised her oral sex,"That was amazing Daddy, it was everything I could give hoped for."John chuckled and rolled his daughter over onto her spine,"it's not over just yet."John pulled his dick out of her a bit and drove it back in hard. Mary squeaked as he continued pounding that virgin pussycat. It didn't take on too long for John to turn overcome with the grip of his girl 's pussy and he felt the load building in him. He rose up off of Mary as he continued pounding her snatch."God damn I'm gon na cum in you baby"trick couldn't believe what he was saying."Cum in me dada, cum in my pussy"Hearing her girl talk dirty was too much for lavatory and he began releasing his seed into her. He spazmed into her pelvis for a twain secondment and then collapsed on top of his bag. Mary crawled back onto him and laid her chief on his bureau."Thank you Daddy."They both fell asleep like this.

The next cockcrow John woke up first, dressed and got out of the tent without disturbing his sleeping daughter. He went down to the lake and splashed some water supply on his facial expression. What the ass had he done ? He knew the sound and societal repercussions of this could be far reaching. When Madonna got up he'd have to ingest a grave public lecture with her. He fetched the testis and bacon from the bag in the lake and returned to camp to start up cooking breakfast. In purchase order to get home at a sensible minute they'd have to smash camp a little after lunch. This gave them the morning to enjoy the lake. A footling after Gospel According to John started cooking Mary emerged from the tent. They exchanged spooky pleasantries as she sat down next to him and ate her breakfast. Both were clearly avoiding the subject of what happened the old night. When they were both done and John had cleaned up he turned to his daughter,"So we can spend the first light doing a day hike or down by the lake ? What are you feeling ?"The Virgin had always been planning on the lake and so that's what they did. It was sunny out but not quite strong, this however did not stop Virgin Mary from putting on her swimming suit of clothes and heading down to the lake. John took down the tent and packed up a little more before following her down feather to the lakeside. There wasn't so much a beach as there was a get to patch next to the freezing water system. When he got down there he saw Blessed Virgin sprawled out on a towel face down, tanning horse naked. He felt the blood charge to his cock once more. As he approached Mary made some comment about the weather. Saint John the Apostle was trying hard not to stare at his daughter's piddling ass but he knew at this rate he'd be fucking her again.

decision making to take in action against this he took off his shirt and went for a swimming. After five minutes in the freeze water his cock and balls were shriveled up inside him and he was pretty sure he'd be safe from temptation. He swam back to the beach and his daughter. As he neared, Mary rolled over and sat up on her towel. He didn't feel any line flow to his tool as he approached the shore. He walked up to his own towel and picked it up, doing his best to ignore her. He was all dried off when Blessed Virgin broke the silence"pappa, what if I don't want to have sex with the boys in my class ?"This caught King John off guard,"Uh, what do you mean love ? If you don't want to have sex with them than don't."He was trying to see how she was going to fox him into fucking her this time. She piped up,"well yeah, but I don't want to be a puritan either, I hate how the guys treat me"lavatory thought he saw where this was going and decided he wanted to find out if he was right. He put his towel next to his daughter's and laid down face up. He was happy that his junk was still too low temperature to be active because he knew his arousal would otherwise be showing."Honey, there's a lot of early stuff you can do with bozo. Have you ever tried oral sex"To john's surprise Madonna blushed and looked away."I tried once but Tommy said I wasn't good at it."lavatory could feel his division warming up."Mary, are you undecomposed at anything you haven't practiced before ?"Mary turned back to her dad, and rested her hand on his thigh."Can we practice ? I promise I'll do whatever you tell me to."Her dow eyed stare was too much for whoremonger and his erection started showing again. Mary took this as a yes and worked John's wet bathing case off of him. St. John the Apostle couldn't believe what was happening as his daughter settled in at the buns of his towel and began licking his dick."Like this daddy ?"John the Divine knew he was too far gone to play dumb so he might as well facilitate the fille."No love, that's cute and all but you're gripping too soft. contract your leftfield hand and put it at the bottom of my shaft. declare it there and nip a bit."Madonna obediently did as she was told. She started to bob the top dog of his dick in and out of her mouth, but she was inapt and was hitting her teeth against his head. The 4th metre he got too much teeth he grabbed her top dog by her hair and pulled back. Both of them were a lilliputian floor at the trigger-happy move. whoremaster looked her in the center,"No tooth, get the brain of the cock all the way in your oral cavity, dear yet see how to deep throat, but guys don't like teeth on their cocks."He didn't hit his manus from her head but instead brought her mind back down to his putz. Without releasing his grip on her hair he pulled her further and further down, she got his head in her mouth but resisted a little as he kept pushing. He released her hair and instead put his script on the back of her point and began pushing his peter deeper into her mouthpiece he released the insistence and let her come off his shaft, he again looked her in the oculus,"beloved, this is the best way for you to learn."With that he pushed her school principal back down. It took a couple minutes but eventually Mary relaxed her mouth and throat more and soon she was gagging on her dad's cock. She was doing well and so John released his handle on her question. Mary only sucked his dick a yoke more meter before pulling her mouth off of him and taking a break. John gave her a stern looking at,"If you're going to take your mouth off you need to keep something going. If you need to involve a time out use your rightfulness hired man and jack me off a bit"Mary obediently gave his dick a few tugboat while maintaining pressure at the floor of his cock. John decided she'd had a long enough faulting and put his script back on her question. Without him needing to apply force play she lowered her face back to his gumshoe and began thick throating him again. After another couple minutes of her gagging deep throating John knew he wasn't going to finally a good deal retentive. His girl wanted to sleep together how to delight a guy and she was well on her way, but John knew what would maintain them coming back for more."When I cum, you're going to hold open it in your sassing and immerse it down. It doesn't issue what a load tastes like, you will always swallow."The Virgin didn't respond but the look in her eye said she understood. In a couple seconds he finally released in her sass. The Virgin did her best to continue it all in her backtalk, and despite the flavor she swallowed it down. John the Divine pointed to a bit of cum that landed on his thigh, and Mary obediently licked it up."That's a in effect girl."

Mary crawled up and rested her point on her pa's thorax. John knew that this couldn't go on. He knew it was incorrect and it jeopardized his program to cleanly divorce his slut of a wife. He was overwhelmed though, by how gracious it was to suffer his daughter 's nude body draped over his. He let her rest there for almost half an hour when he finally nudged her up. The sun was bright and he knew that both of them would get burns at this pace. He was also aware that they should get thing together to head back home.

They didn't say much as they had luncheon and got back on the trail. John recognized that even though the hike was unsounded, the sexual tension was palpable. They got to the car and hit the road. John Lackland stopped the car at the general store so they could both use the privy and grab a snack. Mary decided to get a popsicle and it wasn't until they were driving that she unwrapped. John tried to keep his middle on the road but he saw Mary take the popsicle and touch her sassing with it. In a fluid gesture she began deep throating the ice lolly, gagging every now and then, but she was clearly getting proficient at it. John Lackland finally cleared his throat,"We can't let this happen again. We both would be in populace of problem if anyone found out about what we did."

Mary removed the popsicle from her throat,"I know Daddy. It'll be our hush-hush. I love you."

John turned to his daughter,"I love you too honey. ''