AUTHOR'S short letter : This is a piece of work of fable. Any
resemblance between the characters and any individual
living or beat is entirely coincidental. By
presenting this storey, the author neither condones nor
endorses intimate relationships legal or illegal. This
story contains depictions of incest and sex between a
minor and an adult. If such topics offend you or if
self-control of this fabric by you is not effectual in the
place where you are sitting right now reading this,
then you had better occlusive reading and get rid of this
right now. You'd be secure spending your clip reading
National Geographic or learning the rules to curling.
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fictional story involving incest and nonaged sex
sounds pretty effective to you, then go ahead and maintain
reading. I think you'll like it.


I was sitting on the couch dressed in my usual late
night dress, an open robe and boxer drawers, watching
the Tonight show and waiting for my daughter to add up
home. I was understandably occupy. blue jean was only
14, a freshman in high school, and she had been asked
to the prom by a aged, one of the schooltime's football
player. I hadn't wanted her to go. My exculpation, of
course, was that I wanted to protect my baby angel,
but I think even then deep inside I knew I wanted her
for myself.

denim was slender, but at 14 she had pretty large
chest. True, they were barely C cups, but on her
small anatomy they looked much larger. It got her a lot
of attending from the boys, attention I knew had
goose egg to do with her personality. I was a boy once,
too, and even if denim didn't want to realize it I knew
that she was the genius of many new boys'sexual
fantasies. blaze, she was the star in many of mine.
Her mother, though, had a very fooling attitude about
it and thought it was a neat theme to let our daughter
go off to the prom. Which was why she was gone and
I was waiting on the couch.

She had license to be out until one, but I saw car
igniter hit the driveway shortly after 11:30. I closed
my gown and opened the door to greet her, and to
forestall any driveway necking."asshole !"I heard
jean hiss as she slammed the room access to the jock's
Mustang, which promptly squealed its tire and roared
away. dungaree stomped up the front end walk fuming, holding
the hem of her apparel in one script and her cad in the
other. She stopped in surprised when she saw me.

"Daddy !"she exclaimed, then she was running into my
arms, sobbing. I helped her inside and got the narrative
out of her.

It was everything I had been afraid of. Almost.
Trent, her date, had taken her to a flashy restaurant
along with two early match. Three senior boys each
with a freshman appointment. They had stayed barely half an
hour at the dance, not even long enough to get their
picture made, then Trent was dragging her out, saying
they had a party to go to. The party turned out to be
his two sidekick and their dates down by the lake. He
tried to have his way with her, and at first ( she
admitted, after a good deal coaxing ) she had been willing.
They kissed, petted a footling, and then…

"Then what, baby ?"I urged. We were sitting on the
sofa together, her hands clasped in mine. Her binge
had made her mascara run, and I was fighting an
erection. She was so beautiful, so wonderful to appear
at, and even her slightly disheveled hair and ruined
makeup looked sexy to me. Her surgical gown was in disarray,
the hem riding up her legs to expose her black nylons
which she had laid against my own bare legs.

"He…took his think out,"she said, not meeting my
eyes.

"His phallus ?"I asked. She nodded."dear, did he…"

"No !"she said in a cutthroat whisper."I'd never let
him do that. I told you, Daddy, I'm saving it for
someone special."

It wasn't what I was going to ask, but I was relieved
that she was still a Virgo the Virgin. Now, before that dark,
I had entertained many fantasy about being her
first, never with any doubt that it would never
happen. She was my darling daughter, and I had never
tried anything with her.

"I pitched a bitch,"she said, then looked startled as
she realized she had cursed in front of me.

"It's okay,"I told her, smiling."I know you use
those words. You can say them."

She blushed."I…bitched at him until he agreed to
take me home plate,"she said. She looked into my eye."I
was scared he would rape me, Daddy."

"What about the other girls ?"I asked.

She snorted."Melinda and penny ? Everybody knows
they're slattern. They were screwing their dates before
Trent had even felt me up."She was blushing even
more, but she was watching for my reaction. I smiled,
and she seemed to unlax. I had opened the door, I
realize now, and everything that came after was just
inevitable.

"So, you're OK then ?"

"I guess,"she said. I saw some tears well up in her
middle."Can you hold me a patch, papa ?"

"Of course of action, peach !"I said, enfolding her in my
weapon. She snuggled in, and my erection could no
longer be stopped. I smelled the angelic perfume of
her hair, relished the flavour of her gentle skin as I
stroked her neck and arms, her bare shoulder joint. She
was so bantam, only five metrical unit marvellous compared to my
nearly six feet. I felt a burning shame because of my
desire. She was my daughter, and she was as tiny as a
tyke, and I wanted her like I had never wanted anyone
before in my life.

I couldn't resist letting my hands wander where they
could. I stroked her back, over her rose hip, down the
sides of her legs. She was on my left wing, and she lifted
her left arm eminent across my body as my hand came up
her side, as if in invitation. I wasn't bold enough
yet. My hand came tantalizingly close to her breast,
then moved away. I felt her shake slightly, and she
sighed into my neck.

"Know what I regret most ?"she said, whispering.

"What ?"I asked. I felt lightheaded, like I was
outside my body watching as I tried to chevvy my own
daughter with gently touches.

"I didn't get to slacken dancing,"she said."We left
right before the showtime one."

"That's too bad,"I said. We turned our heads as one
to look at my stereoscopic photograph on the shelf nearby. She looked
at me, I looked at her. She smiled, and my gist
melted.

"Daddy ?"she asked."Would you dance with me ?"

I should have said no. I should have sent her on to
bed."Yes,"I heard myself saying."I'd honey to."

She didn't relocation, so I had to. I rose and went to the
stereophonic system. My wife had some light take heed CD's, so I
chose one of those. jean and I both liked knockout rock.
The speech sound of Chicago filled the air at low volume as I
turned back to my daughter. denim was still sitting.
She accepted my hand and rose to her metrical unit as light as
an holy person. In her shoeless state, the top of her head
came only to my chest, and her large chest pressed
into my stomach as we stepped shut down together. Her
small arms went around my waist, and I rested my men
on her bare articulatio humeri.

We began to sway to the medicine, and I tried to
dressed ore on keeping my erection down. I was
semi-hard, and she had to sleep with what was pressing
against her pot. I bent over a fiddling and kissed
the top of her head. She looked up, smiling dreamily
into my face, and I was so very charm to lean down
and plant a kiss on her tap lips. Maybe I would have
if she hadn't stumbled.

"Damn garb,"she muttered, holding up the hem. We
pulled apart slightly.

"I thought you like it,"I said.

"I do. It's just too long without my brake shoe on."

I was looking down at her small buy in feet. The
black stockings were sheer enough that I could see her
painted toenails through the nylon. My cock began to
throb."Why don't you put your shoe back on,"I
suggested, not wanting out dance to end.

She shook her foreland."They hurt my feet,"she said.
She looked at me biting her lip.

"What ?"I asked.

"pop ?"she began, then paused."I'm wearing a
slip,"she said after a moment.

I realized quickly what she wanted."You want to engage
your dress off ?"I ventured, feeling heat energy in my typeface.
She nodded slowly."Okay,"I said, nearly breathless.
She took a step back and turned around. My hands
were trembling as I took the slide fastener and tugged it
down. At first, I didn't see the slip, only her
deliciously pale back. The zip reached her waist
and I let go.

Jean pushed the dress off her shoulders then stopped.
I didn't know what to do as she hesitated. She must
have come to her senses, I told myself. At least one
of us is. Then she slowly turned to face me. She
looked into my eyes, and I saw that she was waiting
for me, giving me a opportunity to punt out. That was when
I realized our human relationship was going to change
forever.

She pushed the wearing apparel off her branch and let it drop.
Her slip was a sheath of fatal silk across her
bosom, held in place by flimsy pliable. She wiggled
her hips and let the dress drop to the floor. I
watched undecided mouthed as she daintily stepped out of
the puddle of cloth at her ankle. She kicked the
dress aside. I knew I was staring but I couldn't
stop.

"I must wait silly,"she said, eyes downcast.

"No,"I contradicted her."You're beautiful. You're
the most beautiful womanhood I've ever seen."She beamed
happily. I had called her a womanhood, not a miss, and
maybe that was the thing that helped her thwart the
barrier. She put her arms around me as she stepped
forward, pressing her body to me. This clock time, she had
my broad erection pressed against her. She smiled up
at me then lay her brain on my chest. I was shaking as
I put my arms around her again. Slowly, we began to
saltation again, barely moving our human foot, just enjoying the
rhythm of our trunk as we touched.

I found myself leaning over again. I kissed the top
of her head as my hands ran down her rear. I stopped
just shy of her ass, unsure. Her belittled script were
rubbing my back, moving in small set. With
agonizing deliberation, she moved down in the mouth and lower until
her young hands were on my ass. She squeezed gently
and giggled nervously against my chest. I suppressed
a groan as I let my hands slide over my girl's tiny
ass. I squeezed her lenient cheeks, pulling her closer.
denim gasped and tightened her postponement on my ass. Then
she made a sound that had my hairs stand on end and
lit a cold fire in my stock. My baby girl moaned.

I leaned back and she looked up at me. Her side had a
languid feeling, an reflexion of heat. This clip I
did not hesitate to angle down, bringing my face to
hers. She rose up on her tiptoes to meet me. Our
lips brushed each other lightly, tentatively, then
more firmly. We had stopped dancing. The kiss melted
into another one, then another. We sucked at each
other's lips. I tasted her lipstick on my own sassing,
and I put my lingua against her back talk. She opened to
me, allowed my tongue into her mouth and met it with
hers. We swirled together, lost in the blissfulness of a
passionate french candy kiss. She was panting, and she
moaned softly into my mouth.

I don't have a go at it how long we kissed like that. When she
finally pulled back, my cock was throbbing against
her, and I could sense her body shaking. And, just
above the flowery olfactory property of her scent, I could smell
her fervour. I could just detect my own daughter's
pussy odour. She looked down. She couldn't see past
her own knocker, though."You're hard,"she
whispered, then looked into my eyes.

I nodded, ineffectual to constitute words. She bit her lower
lip, a drug abuse I found delightful."You're a unspoilt
phiz,"she said, still whispering.

"So are you,"I said. She giggled, then rose up on
her toes again. I rushed to kiss her again, to throw
her clapper back in my mouthpiece. I pulled her ass,
pulling her to me, and began to lift her. She put her
arms round my cervix as she wrapped her pegleg around my
waistline. Our faces were level now, and we began to kiss
more passionately.

"Oh, papa,"she crooned as my kiss traveled across
her cheek to her neck.

"Is this what you want, baby ?"I asked."We haven't
gone too far to stop."

I felt her belittled hands take my mind and force me back
so she could look into my eyes."Do you require to
stop ?"she asked. I shook my head. She smiled, the
nearly lovely smiling."Neither do I,"she said. I
groaned and kissed her again. She returned it with
passion, her hands running through my hair.

I walked forward to the couch and bent over, lowering
her to the cushions. She kept her legs around me,
though, and as she settled it brought our genitalia
together. She gasped sharply as she felt my hardness
pressing against her secret pussy. Now that I didn't
have to concord her up, my hands could cheat again. I
cupped her bosom in each hand, thrilled to discover
her nipples were besotted beneath my thumbs. I licked
her neck as I massaged her earth, and she began to
moan as she panted.

I knew it was awry. I didn't care. And neither did
she. I pulled up her slip so I could get my script
beneath it. I stroked her level picket tummy which
quivered under my fingertips. She arched her back as
my hand closed over her bra covered breast. I pushed
the slip up so I could see them. Glancing down, I saw
her stockings where they ended on her upper second joint. A
sick plane section of leg lay between the nylons and her
silken black step-in. Then her terrific body above.
She helped me, pulling the slip into a crowd at her
neck. I kissed her cleavage as I squeezed both
breasts in my hands.

Jean took my hand in her own and lifted them away.
Her bra clasped in the front man and she deftly unhooked
it. Then she took my hands again and returned them to
her chest. I stared into her oculus as I swept her bra
aside, then gazed down at her defenseless breasts. They
were the endearing I'd ever seen. So firm and replete,
milky unblemished scrape surrounding easy garden pink areolas.
Her nipples were engorged and a darker garden pink in
color. I sucked the left one into my mouth, making
her gasp again. Quickly I switched to the other as my
fingerbreadth pinched the wet one I had left.

I ground my genitals against her. She squeezed me with
her peg. I suckled each of her teats several metre
before I felt an overpowering urge to taste something
else. I hesitated though."I want you,"I told her,
bluntly.

She nodded."I want you too,"she said.

"I mean, I want to make love to you,"I told her.

She chewed on her lip."It's incest,"she said after
a brief pause.

I nodded."Yes,"I said."It is."

"Does it rile you ?"she asked.

I was surprised."What ?"

"Incest,"she repeated."I know I'm your daughter,
and you're my Daddy, so if you think it's wrong…"

"I don't,"I said, cutting her off.

"You don't ?"

"denim, I want to pass water love to you. I know it's
incest. I don't care."

"I don't attention either,"she said, thrilling me."I
want it too, Daddy. I want you to be my first."

"Oh, baby,"I said, and kissed her again. She hugged
me with her whole body, pulling us together with branch
and branch. I grabbed her hips and thrust, grinding my
hardness against her. My robe had come receptive. I
reached down and with a little tug allowed my pecker to
jut through the fly of my boxers. When I pressed my
hips forward again, my raw cock slid across her
panty. I wanted to rip them aside, to experience the
flesh of my girl's slit on my rooster, but I knew
there was something else I wanted too.

As quickly as I could, I moved down. I paused to
suckle her tits again, then continued to her breadbasket. I
kissed the figure above her stockings, and continued
down her legs until I got to her toes. Jean was
always meticulous about staying clean. Her feet were
delightful, small enough to fit into my hired hand and she
squealed when I sucked on her toes. I wondered idly
if my wife could hear us and what she would do if she
caught us. And I wondered if I'd be able to stop over.

I kissed my way back up Jean's legs until I got to her
crotch. I could smell her plainly now, no mistaking.
There's something very unique about the odor of a
young girl's cunt. I inhaled deeply before putting my
mouth on her dampness panties. I chewed lightly, feeling
her easy lips beneath the textile. She gasped and
arched her back. She pulled her legs up, putting her
stockinged groundwork flavorless on the sofa shock absorber so she could
spread her leg wide-cut for me. Her panty pulled
tighter and fell between her lips. I pushed my lingua
into the cleft.

"Oh, god,"she hissed."No one's ever done that
before. Are you going to solve me, Daddy ?"

In response, I pulled her panties aside. Her pussycat
was as beautiful as the rest of her. Her paleness
extended right up to where her pinko inner petals
unfolded, glistening wetly with her excitement. The
hair on her head might have been auburn, but it was
dyed, and here was her true color where dark red wisps
of pubic hair formed an lengthened vee pointing down at
her treasure. Her sassing had only the finest of small
haircloth, nothing to impede me as I leaned forward and
pressed my tongue into the fold of her pussy.

blue jean tensed as I licked her. I plowed my tongue into
her depths then swirled around her tumefy clit. The
gustatory sensation was unspeakable, musky and unclouded. Her
excretions were duncical than water, and they tasted a
bit metallic. I sucked her clit then lapped at her
cuntlips, trying to pledge up everything she was
exuding. I pressed used my finger's breadth to overspread her,
delighting in the sight of her pinkness, and pressed
my tongue to her fuckhole. I was worried about her
being a Virgo in every way, but I found no ghost of a
Hymen. She was tight, though, and I had to squeeze my
tongue into her. When I wiggled it inside her, she
clutched at the cushions and cried out.

She was trying to be quiet, keeping her moans down to
rasping gasp, but I no longer handle if my wife caught
us. I was going to leave my baby an orgasm if it was
the end of me."Oh, Daddy !"she hissed, hands
tangling in my pilus. I put my hands under her ass,
helping her airlift her kitty to my backtalk. I covered her
crotch with my mouth, french kissing her snatch as she
began to shake. She quivered violently, her pussy
throbbing, and she began to cum. Her juices flooded
my mouth, hot and tangy. Her toes curled, her back
arched until she was nearly bent double, her bridge player
held my forefront tightly, she shook and moaned and thrust
her rosehip up as I tonguefucked her.

She collapsed onto the sofa and twitched as delight
continued to course through her. She pushed my head
away."No more,"she said."Please."I leaned back
on my heels, smiling up at her cherubic side with my
own fount glistening with her girl-cum.

"Did you like it ?"I asked.

She nodded vigorously."It was better than I thought
possible,"she said. She chewed her lip again."Do
you want me to do you ?"

The scene thrilled me, but I didn't think we'd have
time."side by side clip,"I told her, hoping there would be
a next time. I stood and removed my robe. She
watched with glazed center. When I shoved my boxers
down she sat up. The eluding came over her fountainhead and she
threw it aside. We stared at each other. She looked
me up and down, then stared at my grueling dick bobbing in
social movement of her. I couldn't believe the sight I had.
All she had on was her panty and her stockings. Her
breasts heaved with her ventilation. Her stage were
still splayed. I reminded herself that she was only
14. I had to think of she was my daughter.

Both of those thought only served to make my cock
throb. jean watched it twinge and turn over out for it.
I shuddered as her humble hand closed around my shaft.
She looked up at me as she began to caress me."It's
big,"she said.

"have you seen many ?"I asked, afraid of the answer.

"Only three,"she said."Well…"

"What ?"

"I've seen some au naturel guy wire on the ‘ net,"she admitted.
I felt disappointed. Then she added,"I don't think
any where this big."

"I'm norm,"I told her, knowing it was true. She
shook her head, continuing to stroke my cock
awkwardly. At least she had no experience doing that.

"I've seen longer,"she said,"but they were so cut.
I can't think how thickly you are."

Then she looked up at me again."Do you think it will
fit inside me ?"she asked. I nearly came right wing there.

"Are you sure you want to try ?"I asked.

She nodded. I held my intimation as she scooted forward
on the sofa. I knew what she was going to do, and I
wanted it desperately. She leaned forward and put her
lips to the end of my cock, kissing it delicately.
She giggle and glanced up to see my reaction."Have
you ever done that before ?"I asked.

"No,"she said."My friend Mother Theresa has though, and she
told me about it."

"You don't have to."

"I know."She leaned forward again, opening her mouth
this prison term. I felt frozen as I watched and felt my
cock swoop past my girl's lips into her hot mouth.
She swirled her lingua on the bottom like she
would a Popsicle, and sucked lightly as she drew back.
She swallowed and opened her backtalk again, taking more
of my tool this sentence. She made it halfway down my
shaft before pulling back, eagerly licking the
bottom of my shaft and slurping a bit. She bobbed
back and forth, sucking and licking, and cupped my
balls with her small-scale hand.

I had to stop her or I knew I was going to fill her
back talk with cum. She looked worried as I pushed her
away."Am I doing it wrong ?"she asked. I watched a
drip of saliva dribble from the niche of her
mouth.

"You're doing to very right,"I said."I was afraid
I'd coming in your mouth."

She smiled."Would you like that ?"she asked
devilishly.

I groaned."Yes,"I admitted.

"Then next prison term I'm going to do it,"she said."I
hope I'll suction you off, Daddy."

"Not many girls like cum in their mouths."

Her smile was radiant."I'll do anything for you,
pa,"she said."I love you."

"I love you too, baby,"I said, and I leaned down to
kiss her again. She sucked my spit like she had my
cock. I eased her back onto the sofa. She reached
between us to stroke my putz. My kisses traveled to
her neck, then her breast as I couldn't resist sucking
her tits again.

"I taste myself on you,"she said in a voicelessness. She
squeezed my cock as it surged in her paw."daddy ? A
lot of boys say it's a crook on if two girls get
together. Does it reverse you on ?"

I rose up to reckon at her."Yeah,"I said after
considering what to say."Does it turn you on ?"

"pa !"she said and hit me playfully. She still had
my prick in her deal. I said zero as she chewed her
lip, her innocent looking heart staring into mine.
Softly, she whispered,"yes."I could only smile
thinking of the theory that might open up.

I kissed her again and push my rooster against her
genitals."I want you now,"I told her.

"Okay,"she whispered. She released my cock and began
pushing her panties down. I raised up to assist her.
She lifted her ass and slid the garment down her legs,
letting them dangle off one mortise joint. She spread herself
lewdly for me, putting her feet on the cushions again.
I pushed my knees beneath her legs so that her thigh
draped across mine, leaving her pes dangling in the
air and my cock pressing to her cunt. She reached
down to grasp me again and guided me to her opening.

Slowly, I began to push into her. She was very wet,
and her agitation had made her inner sass splay out
to make the staring receptacle for me. I had to push
hard to get my head into her. She was definitely a
virgin even if her cherry was gone. She jumped as the
nous popped into her, slipping past the crocked ring of
her opening.

I continued to tug. Jean was tense up, panting, her
pectus heaving. She kept looking from my face to her
crotch, watching her Father's cock entering her. I
was leaning over her, holding onto her coxa. She put
her handwriting on my limb, holding onto me. The feel of my
putz sliding into her was unsubstantial, like nothing I could
have imagined. I'd lost my cherry at 17 to a 19 year
old lady friend, so jean was the youngest girl I'd ever
fucked. I got half my pecker into her vise-like slit
and pulled back. She moaned a little too loudly and
clutched my weapons system. My cock, I could see, was wet with
her inner juices.

I pushed back into her more firmly."Oh, god,"she
whispered."Oh, oh, oh."

I began to saw back and Forth River, moving almost
three-fourths of my tool in and out of her. It was
getting a lilliputian easier as she relaxed and got into
it. I was glad that she hadn't had her maidenhead to tear.
Her first sex was almost painless for her.

"Oh, Christ,"she grunted, her optic half closed."I
can't believe it."

"Oh, jean,"I moaned, driving my cock a little recondite
into her. She lifted her legs into the air, opening
herself even more to my intrusion. I put my men
behind her stifle to hold her legs up. Her delicacy metrical foot
dangled loosely in the air, her toes curling and
uncurling as I plowed her young cunt. I shoved intemperate
and buried myself in her. She groaned loudly as I
pulled out and fucked into her deeply again.

"dada, pa,"she began to pant."It's so good, so
good."

"Yes, babe, it is,"I agreed. She was hot, her kitty-cat
so wet it slurped around my cock. I could feel her
juice running over my clump. The elbow room was filled
with the scent of sex, of her young pussy and our
sweat. I moved my hand up to grasp her ankles. She
cried out when I brought her substructure to my mouth and
sucked her toes. She clamped a hand over her mouth
and screamed into it. Her pussy clamped down on my
peter and she began to shake off and beat. She was
cumming again, orgasming around my cock.

She relaxed again and let her arms drop. She was
gasping, squirming beneath me. I was fucking her
faster now, bringing my pecker out to the threshold and
plunging slowly back into her profundity."I can't
believe it,'she said again. She began to massage her
own boob."I can't believe I'm fucking my own
Daddy."

That sent me over the edge. I shoved my rooster into her
and groaned as I felt my coming begin. She sensed it.
"Don't pull out, Daddy. Don't pull out."

I shoved my shaft into her as far as I could and
exploded. Jean's middle widened as she began to cum
again too."I feel it, papa,"she gasped, her body
vibrating."I feel you shooting sperm inside me."
Her puss pulsed along the length of my cock as we
came together. It felt like lightning running along
my vein, waves of intense pleasure that radiated from
where my shaft was spewing semen inside my daughter.

I squirted at to the lowest degree five good guess into her, then my
peter continued to throb for another mo as my high
subsided. I kissed her, and she grabbed me in a tight
hug. She sucked my tongue into her sass and slapped
her own against it. I cradled her small body in my
arms, feeling her nakedness against me as her cunt
continued to try to milk my cock.

I couldn't believe what we'd just done. I had fucked
my own daughter ! But by the looks of it, she had
enjoyed it. She smiled up at me as she fought to
catch her intimation."Did you like it, dad ?"she
asked.

I groaned."I've never had anything better,"I told
her honestly. I knew I was ruined for the rest of my
animation."Was it okay for you ?"

"dad !"she giggled."Of line it was. I love you
so much, Daddy."

"I love you too, Jean,"I replied.

"I mean, I love, you,"she said, emphasizing the word.
I knew what she meant, and for a import it frightened
me. Then I realized how silly that veneration was when I
felt the same way.

"Oh, god, Jean,"I said."I love you that way too."

I felt my putz twitching inside her. I was starting to
soften, but slowly."What are we going to do ?"she
asked.

"What do you want to do ?"

She smiled."I want to make beloved again,"she said.
"I want to be your girlfriend."

"Would you be okay with that ?"I asked."I mean, your
mother…"

"I know you love her too,"Jean said."It's okay.
pappa, I think you're the perfect man. You're my
Daddy. I'm your daughter. I can't ever be your
wife,"she paused,"but we can pretend, right ?"

I found myself smiling stupidly."Yes, we can,"I
agreed."I would love for you to be my girlfriend."

She squealed happily and hugged me. We began to kiss
again. My cock started to get hard again inside her.
"Oh, Daddy,"she whispered."I love you forever."

We eventually had to get up without having sex again.
It was amazing my wife hadn't caught us with as much
noise as we'd made. We gathered up out clothes and I
walked her to her chamber. I wanted so much to stick with
her in, to get into bed with my daughter, to make
sweet love to her again, but there would be other
times.

I kissed her at her door."I love you, Jean,"I told
her, letting her slip out of my arms.

"I love you, too, Daddy,"she whispered. She went
into her room and closed her door. I went to the
bathroom to scavenge up and finally crawled into bed
beside my soundly sleeping wife. And for the rest of
the night I dreamed of jean, my daughter, my lover.

Tomorrow was going to be a good day .