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

He has hard-and-fast convention in his house and they follow them. He did not want the temptations that naked or scantily clad Pres Young females can cause. Now don't get the incorrectly impression ; he isn't a tyrant or a dictator, out to smother their feminine charms or personalities. As young children they were always allowed to roam around the house in their pajamas, but the pj's couldn't be provocative. They were allowed to wear cotton wool pajamas tops that were either long sleeve or short sleeve ; and cotton pajama arse that were either long leg or short. Jim also didn't want to totally bottle up their feminine need to sense beautiful and sexy. So, after they were adolescent and had that need to sense more feminine and grownup ; they were also allowed to wear aphrodisiac nightdress, 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 take on that his in-between girl, Cathy, did portray some challenges for him. She is blonde and beautiful just like her female parent. In fact she is almost a carbon copy of her mother. Both are curvaceous and lean, with farsighted blonde curly hair and weigh about the same. The other two girls have equally prissy flesh, but dark brownness fuzz like their Dad. Cathy has the larger bosom of his three girls. He knows her sizing because he picked up one of her bras from the privy 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 topic what she wears. Her favorite t-shirts especially emphases her voluptuousness, but her Dad always insists she wear a gown if she roams around the house dressed in that mode. When she wears a push up typewrite pajama top her tit will strain against the buttons and creates a small fold where anyone can see her bare rounded breast. A few times Jim has gotten a glimpse at her tit. He has to admit that seeing her mamilla is arousing, but still he never entertained the thought 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 mo married for about six years when she decides it wasn't going to work and she needed to get a divorcement. Jim had advised her not to get hitched with the S.O.B. in the first place. The for the first time time Jim meets him he senses bad vibes from him. It turns out her mo husband is a literal control freak. He not only wants to master all of her loose clock time, he also wants to take full control of her paycheck. She had to get his permit to buy anything. He even made her sign over ascendance to him of her 401k at her berth of utilization. When Jim hears this he tells her to result him and come in back menage until everything is settled.

Cathy moves back into her old bedroom up stairs. That bedroom is almost like having a separate apartment because the room has its own individual bathtub. She settles in with her parents and prepares for a farsighted divorce battle with this creep. The first base night back home, Cathy, comes down to watch TV with her father and her female parent. She is dressed for bed which consists of a closely fitting albumen T-shirt and boxer type pj's merchant ship. It did not really abide by with the pajama rules of her youth. Jim doesn't say anything because she is a grown woman now and had adopted this type of sleepwear while attending college. Her fashion of apparel does have its animal affect on Jim, but he decides it is up to him to control his emotions and let her clothes as she pleases. He has difficulty keeping his eyes from wandering to her boob. The loaded t-shirt accents every curved shape of her upper berth body. Any pattern man would experience problem preventing an erection.

Often when the kin watches ‘ R rated'motion picture in the eve, and especially during certain love aspect, Cathy's nipples become voiceless and very obvious. Jim always has trouble hiding his constant hard-on when that happens. He can't even get up to go to the bathroom without foremost finding a way to cover his erections. He is almost certainly his married woman and daughter have both noticed his job at one metre, or another.

Since Cathy was a small child, she makes it a habit to always fall in her Church Father a big hug before going to bed. She always puts her breasts squarely against his chest and squeezes him real tight. Jim doesn't know if she realizes it, or not, but sometimes her mamilla are laborious and poke into his chest. As she gets older and her breasts get big he notices it more and more, but quietly enjoys the tone. He never gives it much thought because she has done it since she was a humble child.

One night Jim completely forgets about his erecting and jumps up and gives her a big goodnight hug. Then he hears her gasp and squeeze him real tight. She presses her bulwark 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 hard-on into her crotch. It just happened. Lucy has a shocked formulation on her face, but says zero. Cathy sees her saying and pulls away quickly, rushing up to her bedroom. No cite of that incident is every spoken by any of them. Jim is so blockade by the fortuity, the next night he slips away to bed before giving his daughter a estimable night hug. The next sunup he finds she is highly offended by his slipping away without the customary hug. He makes a mental note to be more thrifty not to let that go on again.

One Nox recently, while Cathy watches one of her preferent 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 bedroom. Jim continues to read and Cathy continues to watch her TV display. Around eleven o'clock Jim's center start burning from the reading and he goes to the captain privy for eye dip. He decides to shave and get gear up for bed. He puts on his jammies 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 get wind her stomping around upstairs. He feels certain she is disturb about the absence of the in effect nighttime hug. He slowly makes his way up to her room. He can see her pouting and roughly jerking the covers back on her bed. He raps lightly on her door. When she looks up he mouths,"I'm sorry."She smiles and question him into her room.

"I went to put my pajamas 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 blazon open for the wonted hug.

Cathy eagerly rushes into his outdoors arm. He immediately feels her laborious nipples poke against his breast and ‘ it just happened ’. His tool spring to life ; she squeezes him tighter and presses her groyne against his cock. All his fatherlike control condition vanishes and his mind fill with incestuous desire for his daughter. They continue to hold each early close and he can feel her teat inure even more as she presses and grinds her articulatio coxae harder against his throbbing twitching cock.

In his nous she is no longer his daughter, but a sexy desirable full grown woman. His lust assumes control of his mind and he runs his hired man under her t-shirt and begins to fondle her chest while rolling the nipple between his thumb and index finger. He leans forward and presses his backtalk to her neck. Her pulse beat rapidly in the venous blood vessel of her neck. He feels a quivering move through her body ; her breathing is short and hurried.

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

He doesn't answer. He moves his backtalk from her neck to titty and sucks the gruelling nipple into his mouth. He flicks it several times with his clapper then begins to gently jaw on her nipple. She puts her hand on the rear of his principal and pulls him tightly into her breast.

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

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

She returns his gaze for a long moment but says zippo. After a minute or so, she takes a recondite intimation ; letting it out slowly. She closes her optic and gives her commendation by slowly shaking her nous ‘ no ’.

Jim continues to nurse and nybble on her white meat as he slides one hand up into the leg opening of her boxer style jammies bottoms. She is not wearing pantie. Her vagina is soaking wet and his finger slides easily into her cavity. He inserts two fingers and moves them slowly in and out as he gently bites her hard nipple. Her body shiver and his handwriting rising tide with her orgasmic juice. He has to prevail her up as her stage try to sacrifice way under her.

Once the orgasm passes and she regains use of her pegleg, Jim drops to his knees while pulling her pajama stern to her articulatio talocruralis. She places her workforce on his shoulders for balance as she steps out of her pyjama and quetch them away. Jim kisses her belly button as he makes his way down to her vagina. He notices she has a cut blonde mend of hair covering her pubic arena. He places his hand on her rose hip and guides her vertebral column into a sitting position on the edge of her bed. He kneels between her legs and get-up-and-go them open to accord well-heeled access. He leans forward and blows his hot breathing time on her vagina. She shivers and coos lowly. He spreads her labia capable with his thumbs and blows his hot breath again. Her clit immediately pokes its head out of its protective hood. He leans in and come together his lips around her clitoris and sucks it into his warm wet sass. She slams her thighs unopen trapping Jim's read/write head and shingle with another orgasm.

Once her orgasm subsides, she releases her thighs and Jim begins slow upward licks on her pussy with his broad flat tongue. He refers to them as puppy dog biff. He spreads her vagina open again with his ovolo. He begins inserting his tongue like it is his penis. She pulls his grimace tightly against her crotch and starts humping and fucking his clapper with her kitty-cat. After a minute of this, she pushes him off as her future sexual climax comes crashing in like a tsunami.

Jim give her a minute to recover and then pulls her up by her rose hip and repositions her on her hands and knees as he enters her doggy style. He pushes his cock in as far as it will go and her vaginal muscles close on it and starts sucking and milking his knockout cock. He pulls his stopcock almost out, but her vagina grips it and refuses to let it croak. He slowly pushes it back in all the way to her cervix and then repeats the release simulated military operation. Each time her vaginal musculus fight to oblige him in. After several mo of this they both build to the ultimate world shaking orgasm that they so dearly need. When their orgasms finally smasher, Cathy shakes for a instant then falls forward on her stomach. Jim rolls over on his rear. Their bodies glisten with sudor as they both lie there panting ; basking in the afterglow of the most amazing and exhausting orgasm ever.

"I am so no-count, Baby. It just happened. You are so beautiful I could command myself,"Jim rustle as he struggles to catch his breath.

"Its okay, Daddy. I wanted it to befall as much as you did,"she reply in a soft comforting interpreter."Can we do it again tomorrow night ?"

Jim slowly crawls out of her bed. He gathers his pj's as he ponders his response.

"Can we, papa ?"She urges.

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