I had a commercial enterprise trip coming up that requires a three-hour private road. I offered to rent my beautiful, just-turned-18-year-old daughter with me to escape the ennui of quarantine. I need to a few web site visits which are quick and easy and low-risk for Covid. The hotel sits on the craggy, New England shoreline in a historic town. There would be plenty for us to see and do without getting crazy and moving through bunch. You accept.

The driving force is fun. We 've always had a good sentence together alone. We have similar interests, and sess of humor spawned in the drab abyss of hell - we laugh the whole way.

We check into the hotel at nearly 10 PM. The architectural plan is to get a ripe sleep and have an early breakfast as the battercake menage across the street.

While we get sorted, I make us Jehovah and Coke, of course I allow you to drink. You 've always been mature for your age. Now, at 18, you showed no sign of over leniency. I trust you with a few cocktails.

You take a shower and alteration into your pajama that shave off a couple of your already short eld. Your hair is pulled back in a ponytail.

I 'm reclining on one of the queen beds with my laptop resting on my thighs. I 'm sipping a fresh potable and there is one on the nightstand for you.

'' Come sit succeeding to me, babe. I want to show you something, '' I pat the empty blank on the bed beside me. You dive in and hustle close to me so we can parcel the screen on the little Lenovo. I pass you the drink and unfold the browser in the computer.

The screen populates several rows of .mpg files.

'' Movie nighttime ! '' You squeal in delight. `` Damn, we should make got popcorn ! '' You snuggle in finisher to me resting your mind on my berm, my properly arm cradling you. Your ponytail slideway down and tickles my neck as I reach down with my left hand to stroke the mouse and launch the first clip.

The role player pops us and we are greeted by a slightly fuzzy video of a young young woman, 7 geezerhood old, climbing out of a tent.

'' Grand Canyon ! '' You scream, nearly spilling your drink over us both.

'' It is ! '' I agree. The video abruptly cuts to you dancing in a Jingle dress at a Hopi Pow Wow which brought a cascade of laugh from you.

'' Where did you get these, Dad ? '' Your vocalism suddenly taking on a more grave tone. `` Are there Thomas More ? ``

'' I was clearing out some junk out of the basement and I ran across a bunch of old, HD video taping. '' I replied, as I casually took your ponytail in my rightfield and stroke down the length of it, gently pulling as I went. `` I cut a few clips on Movie Maker. '' I tightened my hairgrip in your hair and rotated your head to face me. `` wait trough you see this one. ``

I launched the next clip. Suddenly, there you were in a powder blue summer dress. The bodice clung snugly to your torso, accenting the budding fashion plate of your breasts, the skirt flared out in perfectly creased pleat. You had on a pair of pick high-pitched cad shoes that made your legs wobble as you `` modeled '' for the camera in our kitchen.

'' sanctum son of a bitch, dad ! '' Your mouth fell open as you stared at the screen.

'' Your maiden particular date. '' I said, almost solemnly. On video, you did a nice piffling spin that sent your skirt rippling around you, but you lost your symmetricalness and ended up on your ass. Both of us threw are read/write head back laughing. The clip ended.

'' I remember that dress like it was yesterday ! '' You said, then adding. `` And my first off couplet of heights hound ... not very elegant was I ? ``

'' You 've always floated like an angel to me, love. '' I smile at you. `` That dress ... that dress has always been my favorite dress for you. I have some form of thing about pleats. '' I mused as I absently stroked the length of your ponytail.

'' A ... bend on..thing, Dad ? '' You asked, carefully.

'' I find plait to be very flattering, and you wore it very well. And the shoes ! Do you remember what I told you about the shoes ? '' I challenged.

'' Of course, I do, it was a piddling weird. '' You looked at me then, mild confusion danced in your center as if you sensed that this conversation was headed into uncharted, perhaps dangerous Waters, but cipher literal to base your impression on. As you spoke, I casually coiled the length of your ponytail around my hand, a little more tightly this time. `` You said, if my date got out of wrinkle, tried something I did n't care and you needed to run, make certain you kick of those horseshoe ! You 'll never make it far in them young madam. '' We smiled at each other.

'' I thought it was sage-advice. '' I shrugged. You rose up and gave me a immediate slew on the nerve, then snuggled back into my neck.

'' It was good advice. '' You moved slightly and felt you rest your palm on the center of my chest. `` I still lose my equalizer of those piece of ass things -oops, sorry. '' You sniggered.

'' Language, young madam. '' I squeezed you penny-pinching. It seemed the drinks had loosened your natural language a bit.

'' What 's going on, dad ? '' You asked, softly.

'' What do you mean ? '' I said in my near carefully nonchalant voice.

'' I can feel your heart under my hand. It 's beating so fast, so hard. '' I felt you press down on my chest of drawers gently. Had I denied that anything was wrong, I would have been lying and you knew me well enough to see the lie, so I said zip. The truth ; I was scared shitless. I had no idea how you would react to what I would do next, but I was sealed that it would switch the dynamics of our relationship, irreversibly. I cinched your pilus around my fist tightly enough to raise a easy moan from you. `` thrifty, Dad, that tone in effect, but not so hard. It hurts a piddling. '' I smiled privately. It hurts little. I thought to myself, `` You have no thought. ``

'' Watch this one, child, it 's my downright favorite. '' I opened the single file and the player popped up. The images in this video were sharply focused and very late. You appeared, kneeling on the garden pink rug beside your bed dressed in a egg white, cotton nightgown. That 's all you needed to see to realize it for what it was.

'' Dad ! '' You screamed, as you tried to move your body towards the laptop, but I held you fast by your hair while squeezing your soundbox tightly next to mine with my arm. I was 42, but I was in not bad shape ; unassailable and agile. You were n't going anywhere. `` Stop the video, Dad ! '' On the screen, you pulled the hem of the nightie up and over your head, you were naked beneath. You spread your articulatio genus so encompassing as you knelt until they were English-Gothic architecture to your torso. And my God, your body was perfect, petite and tight. Your white meat were still little more than than the budding swells you displayed beneath a pulverization blue clothes in the former video. But your pale pink areolas were the size of it of half-dollars, your mamilla, thick and rising. lower berth, your hips flared impossibly, the bone sharply defined beneath your skin. The swell of your pitcher's mound had been waxed perfectly bland. Your simulacrum was without blemish.

'' It 's all right, it 's hunky-dory, it 's okay, '' I repeated over and over again as I pinned you to me.

On the screen, you had picked up a very long and thick, purple dildo. You raised your body a few inches, and then wedged the al-Qa'ida into the nap of the rug, pointing the tip up toward the flock of your beautifully shaped pussy. I swallowed hard.

'' Turn it off ! Please, daddy ! Please ! '' You cried out to me. I yanked your hair to move around your aspect to me once again. What came out of my sass was more of a razzing than a voice.

'' You fucking terminate this screaming right now ! Do you hear me ? '' I moved our faces very close together. `` I know you did n't progress to a video like this to observe only for yourself. You 've shared it with others, so do n't you defy pretend embarrassment with me, you little, fucking slut ! '' Your eyes were wide with harm, mental rejection and unlimited panic. `` You 're going to watch this with me, and then we are going to talk. Until then. Not a fucking tidings. '' I tightened my grip in your hair and I shook my fist for emphasis. `` Is that clear, cunt ? '' Slowly, you nodded affirmatively. `` unspoiled, '' I said in something that was more closely to my voice. `` I told you, this is my front-runner clipping, do n't deflower it. '' I turned you back to see at the screen and rested your head on my chest.

The previous videos had no strait ; this one did. I had the volume leveled out well over 50 %. We could hear your breath and repose whimpers as you worked the tip of the dildo through your folds, seeking a mystifying stead. When you found it, a long moan escaped your throat. You did n't recognize it at the time, but I had watched this video, ad nauseum, since I had discovered it on my iCloud private road ; every movement and every strait you made was seared into the memory cadre of my now wantonly debauched mind. I did n't know the machinist of how you accidentally uploaded the picture to my account, but I had become obsessed with it from the moment I clicked drama.

On the screen, we watched you pulled your sassing in and give an `` Mmmmm ... '' as you ground your pelvis down toward the floor, and several inches of the dildo disappeared into your trunk. You bounced quickly on your knee joint once the tip was securely lodged inside you, driving down further with each repetition until you were taking all but a few column inch of the toy. The bounciness changed in favor of longer, more purposeful cerebrovascular accident. Your clitoris had risen from its sheath, glistening in the visible radiation of your room.

I lifted my hips slightly from the bed, just enough that I could push my pajamas and boxers down to my thighs. My tool rose up from my breakwater like a puppet that had been rudely awakened. VII and a half inch long, and thick as your carpus, it hovered there, softly breathing in clock time with my instant. Pre-cum, rich and thick-skulled drooled from tip.

'' Dad ? '' You whimpered, so quietly, it was nearly lost beneath the pharyngeal, deep moan emitting from the Lenovo 's speaker organization. I loosened your ponytail from around my paw. Once it was free, I slid my hand down your back, beneath the waistband of your pajama to palm your ass. Your peel was soft and cool.

'' Remember what I had said. Not a Holy Writ. This is the best part and there 's only 20 seconds left. '' I said sternly.

Just then, on the screen, you reared backwards, your hands hitting the level behind you for reenforcement. Your ribcage jutted forward and your knocker disappeared completely, save the erect nipples, now pointing directly to the ceiling. My prick rose and fell back onto my stomach, still leaking. I traced the contours of your ass with my fingers.

Your moan had become drawn out screams now as your rode the dildo closer to your need with each stroke. Suddenly, your torso tightened, each muscle clenched and became defined. You trembled for a moment, then quickly looked at the door as if you might have heard a phone. You pulled your knees in together which gave you plentifulness of way to get out the dildo rid from your physical structure. You crawled toward the camera, smiled into it and said, `` Oh, fuck yeah. '' You reached out to the camera and ... slice to black.

What embossment you felt when the television finished, was ephemeral. The player winked out and melt, but just as quickly, it popped back and there you were again, dressed in the cotton fiber nightgown, reaching for the hem. Yes. I had this bitching fiddling clip on machinelike replay.

'' Dad ! '' You demanded. I was n't going to take any of your jack. I pulled my mitt from your ass and coiled your whisker back around my wrist.

'' You ca n't seem to listen. '' The hiss was back. `` I said not a Word while we watch the snip. '' I slowly pushed your head down my chest, then continued, sliding you further in the direction of my aching cock. `` I watched you grow up from a footling girlfriend, into a beautiful young woman. Yes, sometimes I looked at you a bit too long. Yes, I 'll admit that sometimes, in my darkest fantasies, you were there. And I was wracked with guilty conscience ; how could a father think that way about his treasured, young lady ? '' I continued guiding your head lower, and now, resting on my belly, I could feel your hot breathing spell bathing the tip of my putz. I slowed my thrust. Why ? Perhaps to torture ; distortion you or myself, I could n't say. `` But, you 're NOT my precious, Danton True Young peeress, are you ? No, you 're just another slovenly woman who likes to rapebait every sick motherfucker out there by posting TV of you fucking yourself for them to see. For everyone to enjoy. What you need to know is that I brought you here, specifically, to view this together. Alone. ''

On the Lenovo, you reared back again to force the tip of the dildo against your sorcerous spot with each pass.



'' We are going to watch this until I cum ... in your mouth, my little bitch-slut. My little thot-girl. My picayune cunting-whore. '' I felt the tip of my cock bulge against your warm lips. I would ingest my resolution soon. I was either about to enjoy the most unbelievable few twenty-four hour period of my life, or I was going to be sitting in the lobby downstairs, waiting for the police to arrive once you 've shout them.

Then, I felt the head of my cock enclosed in the hot, wet warmheartedness of your mouth. I felt you seal your lip around my Saint Ulmo's fire. I felt your natural language dig into my urethra to gather the pre-cum streaming from me. We screamed together then. Yours coming from the Lenovo, mine from the very core of my organic structure. My little slut on the screen door came, and so did I. Filling your mouth to overflowing. This was going to be a trip-up to commemorate.

Happy Father 's Day/