author'S NOTE : This is a oeuvre of fiction. Any
resemblance between the characters and any mortal
life or beat is entirely coincidental. By
presenting this story, the author neither condones nor
endorses sexual relationships sound or illegal. This
fib contains depictions of incest and sex between a
youngster and an adult. If such topic offend you or if
possession of this material by you is not legal in the
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Reading. I think you'll like it.


I was sitting on the sofa dressed in my common deep
Nox attire, an capable robe and boxer shorts, watching
the Tonight show and waiting for my daughter to add up
home. I was understandably worry. Jean was only
14, a freshman in gamy school, and she had been asked
to the prom by a senior, one of the schoolhouse's football
instrumentalist. I hadn't wanted her to go. My excuse, 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.

Jean was slender, but at 14 she had pretty large
chest. True, they were barely C cupful, but on her
minuscule anatomy they looked much turgid. It got her a lot
of aid from the boys, aid I knew had
zippo to do with her personality. I was a boy once,
too, and even if Jean didn't want to understand it I knew
that she was the virtuoso of many Young boys'sexual
fantasies. pit, she was the star in many of mine.
Her female parent, though, had a very casual attitude about
it and thought it was a great approximation to let our girl
go off to the prom. Which was why she was asleep and
I was waiting on the couch.

She had license to be out until one, but I saw car
visible light hit the private road shortly after 11:30. I closed
my gown and opened the room access to greet her, and to
forestall any driveway kissing."Asshole !"I heard
jean hiss as she slammed the door to the jock's
Mustang, which promptly squealed its tyre and roared
away. blue jean stomped up the straw man walk of life fuming, holding
the hem of her dress in one hand and her blackguard 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 story
out of her.

It was everything I had been afraid of. Almost.
River Trent, her engagement, had taken her to a cheap eatery
along with two other couples. Three senior boys each
with a newbie engagement. They had stayed barely half an
60 minutes at the dance, not even long enough to get their
photograph made, then River Trent was dragging her out, saying
they had a party to go to. The company turned out to be
his two crony and their particular date down by the lake. He
tried to have his way with her, and at first ( she
admitted, after lots coaxing ) she had been unforced.
They kissed, petted a picayune, and then…

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

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

"His penis ?"I asked. She nodded."Honey, did he…"

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

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

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

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

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

"What about the early girls ?"I asked.

She snorted."Melinda and centime ? Everybody knows
they're sluts. They were screwing their day of the month before
Trent River had even felt me up."She was blushing even
more, but she was watching for my reaction. I smiled,
and she seemed to loosen up. 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 teardrop well up in her
eyes."Can you maintain me a while, Daddy ?"

"Of course, sweetie !"I said, enfolding her in my
weapon. She snuggled in, and my erection could no
longer be stopped. I smelled the sweetly fragrance of
her hair, relished the feel of her soft tegument as I
stroked her cervix and arms, her bare berm. She
was so lilliputian, only five foundation tall compared to my
nearly six metrical unit. I felt a electrocution shame because of my
desire. She was my daughter, and she was as midget as a
shaver, and I wanted her like I had never wanted anyone
before in my life.

I couldn't resist letting my hired man wander where they
could. I stroked her back, over her hips, down the
sides of her legs. She was on my left, and she lifted
her left arm mellow across my body as my hand came up
her incline, as if in invitation. I wasn't bold enough
yet. My deal 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 physical structure watching as I tried to molest my own
girl with gently touches.

"I didn't get to slow saltation,"she said."We left
right before the maiden one."

"That's too bad,"I said. We turned our heads as one
to reckon at my stereo on the ledge nearby. She looked
at me, I looked at her. She smiled, and my core
melted.

"Daddy ?"she asked."Would you trip the light fantastic with me ?"

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

She didn't move, so I had to. I rose and went to the
stereoscopic picture. My wife had some easy heed CD's, so I
chose one of those. blue jean and I both liked hard rock.
The sound of Chicago filled the air at low mass as I
turned back to my girl. Jean was still sitting.
She accepted my hand and rose to her feet as swooning as
an Angel Falls. In her shoeless state, the top of her headway
came only to my thorax, and her large breasts pressed
into my stomach as we stepped fold together. Her
modest arms went around my waistline, and I rested my paw
on her bare articulatio humeri.

We began to sway to the music, and I tried to
concentrate on keeping my erection down. I was
semi-hard, and she had to know what was pressing
against her breadbasket. I bent over a little and kissed
the top of her head. She looked up, smiling dreamily
into my face, and I was so very tempted to tilt down
and plant a candy kiss on her pink lips. Maybe I would throw
if she hadn't stumbled.

"red cent apparel,"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 place on."

I was looking down at her small sprout groundwork. The
ignominious stockings were sheer enough that I could see her
painted toenails through the nylon. My stopcock began to
pounding."Why don't you put your shoes back on,"I
suggested, not wanting out dance to end.

She shook her fountainhead."They hurt my invertebrate foot,"she said.
She looked at me biting her lip.

"What ?"I asked.

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

I realized quickly what she wanted."You want to accept
your apparel off ?"I ventured, feeling heat energy in my face.
She nodded slowly."OK,"I said, nearly breathless.
She took a tone back and turned around. My hands
were trembling as I took the zipper and tugged it
down. At first, I didn't see the miscue, only her
deliciously pale back. The zipper reached her shank
and I let go.

blue 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 gage, I told myself. At least one
of us is. Then she slowly turned to present me. She
looked into my centre, and I saw that she was waiting
for me, giving me a probability to back out. That was when
I realized our family relationship was going to change
forever.

She pushed the dress off her arms and let it drop off.
Her gaffe was a cocktail dress of black silk across her
breasts, held in situation by flimsy elastic. She wiggled
her pelvic arch and let the frock surrender to the floor. I
watched open mouthed as she daintily stepped out of
the pool of cloth at her ankle joint. She kicked the
dress aside. I knew I was staring but I couldn't
stop.

"I must search silly,"she said, eye downcast.

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

I found myself leaning over again. I kissed the top
of her point as my hands ran down her vertebral column. I stopped
just shy of her ass, unsure. Her belittled hands were
rubbing my back, moving in small lot. With
agonizing deliberateness, she moved low-spirited and lower until
her young hired hand were on my ass. She squeezed gently
and giggled nervously against my pectus. I suppressed
a groan as I let my work force slide over my daughter's tiny
ass. I squeezed her indulgent cheeks, pulling her closer.
denim gasped and tightened her postponement on my ass. Then
she made a auditory sensation that had my hairs stand on end and
lit a inhuman ardour in my blood. My child female child moaned.

I leaned back and she looked up at me. Her facial expression had a
dreamy aspect, an grammatical construction of rage. This time I
did not hesitate to angle down, bringing my face to
hers. She rose up on her tiptoes to meet me. Our
lip brushed each other lightly, tentatively, then
more firmly. We had stopped dancing. The kiss melted
into another one, then another. We sucked at each
former's back talk. I tasted her lipstick on my own lips,
and I put my tongue against her mouth. She opened to
me, allowed my glossa into her backtalk and met it with
hers. We swirled together, lost in the bliss of a
passionate french buss. She was panting, and she
moaned softly into my mouth.

I don't know how long we kissed like that. When she
finally pulled back, my cock was throbbing against
her, and I could find her body shaking. And, just
above the ornate odour of her scent, I could smell
her agitation. I could just detect my own daughter's
pussy smell. She looked down. She couldn't see past
her own breasts, though."You're hard,"she
whispered, then looked into my eyes.

I nodded, ineffective to mould words. She bit her lower
lip, a habit I found delightful."You're a good
kisser,"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 have
her glossa back in my mouth. I pulled her ass,
pulling her to me, and began to abstract her. She put her
arms round my neck opening as she wrapped her peg around my
waist. Our faces were storey now, and we began to kiss
more passionately.

"Oh, Daddy,"she crooned as my kisses 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 small-scale hands take my head and force me back
so she could look into my eyes."Do you want to
stop ?"she asked. I shook my head. She smiled, the
most lovely grinning."Neither do I,"she said. I
groaned and kissed her again. She returned it with
passion, her workforce running through my tomentum.

I walked forward to the sofa and bent over, lowering
her to the cushion. She kept her legs around me,
though, and as she settled it brought our crotches
together. She gasped sharply as she felt my hardness
pressing against her hidden pussy. Now that I didn't
have to hold her up, my hands could wander again. I
cupped her breasts in each hand, thrilled to discover
her teat were clay beneath my quarter round. I licked
her cervix as I massaged her world, and she began to
groan as she panted.

I knew it was wrong. I didn't care. And neither did
she. I pulled up her slip so I could get my men
beneath it. I stroked her flavorless pale tummy which
quivered under my fingertips. She arched her back as
my manus closed over her bra covered titty. I pushed
the cutting up so I could see them. Glancing down, I saw
her stockings where they ended on her upper thigh. A
pale section of leg lay between the nylons and her
silky mordant panties. Then her tremendous body above.
She helped me, pulling the gaffe into a lot at her
neck. I kissed her cleavage as I squeezed both
breasts in my hands.

dungaree took my hands in her own and lifted them away.
Her bra clasped in the strawman and she deftly unhooked
it. Then she took my hands again and returned them to
her breast. I stared into her oculus as I swept her bra
aside, then gazed down at her naked breasts. They
were the endearing I'd ever seen. So firm and total,
milky unblemished skin surrounding light garden pink areolas.
Her tit were engorged and a darker pink in
coloration. I sucked the left one into my rima oris, making
her gasp again. Quickly I switched to the early as my
finger's breadth pinched the wet one I had left.

I ground my crotch against her. She squeezed me with
her legs. I suckled each of her teats several times
before I felt an overpowering itch to try out 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 build 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 bother you ?"she asked.

I was surprised."What ?"

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

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

"You don't ?"

"Jean, I want to make 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 consistence, pulling us together with sleeve
and legs. I grabbed her hips and thrust, grinding my
hardness against her. My gown had come unresolved. I
reached down and with a little tug allowed my cock to
jut through the fly of my boxers. When I pressed my
hips forward again, my naked pecker slid across her
panties. I wanted to rip them aside, to feel the
shape of my daughter's puss on my cock, 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 tummy. I
kissed the flesh above her stockings, and continued
down her legs until I got to her toes. jean was
always meticulous about staying light. Her fundament were
delightful, pocket-sized enough to fit into my work force 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.

I kissed my way back up dungaree's wooden leg 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 girlfriend's cunt. I inhaled deeply before putting my
mouth on her damp step-in. I chewed lightly, feeling
her soft lip beneath the material. She gasped and
arched her back. She pulled her legs up, putting her
stockinged feet flat on the lounge shock absorber so she could
spread her legs wide for me. Her step-in pulled
tighter and fell between her sass. I pushed my tongue
into the cleft.

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

In reception, I pulled her panties aside. Her snatch
was as beautiful as the eternal rest of her. Her pallor
extended right up to where her pinko inner petals
unfolded, glistening wetly with her excitement. The
haircloth 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 elongated vee pointing down at
her gem. Her lips had only the all right of small
hairs, zippo to obstruct me as I leaned forward and
pressed my tongue into the flock of her pussy.

denim tensed as I licked her. I plowed my tongue into
her depths then swirled around her swollen clitoris. The
tasting was indefinable, musky and blank. Her
excretions were thicker than piddle, and they tasted a
bit metallic. I sucked her clit then lapped at her
cuntlips, trying to drink up everything she was
exuding. I pressed used my fingers to propagate her,
delighting in the sight of her pinkness, and pressed
my tongue to her fuckhole. I was worried about her
being a virgin in every way, but I found no trace of a
Hymen. She was tight, though, and I had to shove my
tongue into her. When I wiggled it inside her, she
clutched at the shock and cried out.

She was trying to be tranquillity, keeping her moan down to
rasping knickers, but I no longer cared if my wife caught
us. I was going to grant my baby an orgasm if it was
the end of me."Oh, Daddy !"she hissed, hands
tangling in my hair's-breadth. I put my hands under her ass,
helping her ski tow her twat to my mouth. I covered her
crotch with my mouth, french kissing her cunt as she
began to sway. She quivered violently, her slit
throbbing, and she began to cum. Her juice flooded
my mouth, hot and sourish. Her toes curled, her back
arched until she was nearly bent double, her hands
held my head tightly, she shook and moaned and thrust
her rose hip up as I tonguefucked her.

She collapsed onto the sofa and twitched as pleasure
continued to course of study through her. She pushed my head
away."No more,"she said."Please."I leaned back
on my bounder, smiling up at her angelic face with my
own face glistening with her girl-cum.

"Did you like it ?"I asked.

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

The expectation thrilled me, but I didn't think we'd have
time."succeeding fourth dimension,"I told her, hoping there would be
a following clock time. I stood and removed my robe. She
watched with glazed centre. When I shoved my boxers
down she sat up. The faux pas came over her read/write head and she
threw it aside. We stared at each early. She looked
me up and down, then stared at my hard cock bobbing in
front man of her. I couldn't believe the muckle I had.
All she had on was her panties and her stockings. Her
breasts heaved with her breathing. Her peg were
still splayed. I reminded herself that she was only
14. I had to think of she was my daughter.

Both of those thoughts only served to earn my cock
throbbing. Jean watched it twitch and reached out for it.
I shuddered as her small-scale 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 guys on the ‘ net,"she admitted.
I felt disappointed. Then she added,"I don't think
any where this big."

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

"I've seen longer,"she said,"but they were so fragile.
I can't believe how thick you are."

Then she looked up at me again."Do you call back it will
fit inside me ?"she asked. I nearly came correctly there.

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

She nodded. I held my breath 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 response."Have
you ever done that before ?"I asked.

"No,"she said."My Quaker Teresa has though, and she
told me about it."

"You don't have to."

"I know."She leaned forward again, opening her sass
this time. I felt frozen as I watched and felt my
cock slide past my daughter's lips into her hot mouth.
She swirled her tongue on the bottom like she
would a Popsicle, and sucked lightly as she drew back.
She swallowed and opened her mouth again, taking more
of my cock this time. She made it halfway down my
rotating shaft before pulling back, eagerly licking the
underside of my shaft and slurping a bit. She bobbed
back and forth, sucking and licking, and cupped my
balls with her minor hand.

I had to barricade her or I knew I was going to fill her
mouthpiece with cum. She looked worried as I pushed her
away."Am I doing it wrong ?"she asked. I watched a
trickle of saliva trickle from the nook 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 side by side time I'm going to do it,"she said."I
hope I'll suck you off, Daddy."

"Not many girls like cum in their mouths."

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

"I love you too, baby,"I said, and I leaned down to
kiss her again. She sucked my tongue like she had my
prick. I eased her back onto the couch. She reached
between us to stroke my rooster. My osculation traveled to
her neck, then her breast as I couldn't resist sucking
her breast again.

"I taste myself on you,"she said in a rustle. She
squeezed my cock as it surged in her hand."dad ? A
lot of boys say it's a act on if two girls get
together. Does it change state you on ?"

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

"Daddy !"she said and hit me playfully. She still had
my hammer in her hand. I said cypher as she chewed her
lip, her innocent looking oculus staring into mine.
Softly, she whispered,"yes."I could only smile
mentation of the possibilities that might open up up.

I kissed her again and bear on my cock against her
privates."I want you now,"I told her.

"Okay,"she whispered. She released my cock and began
pushing her scanty down. I raised up to serve 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 human foot on the shock absorber again.
I pushed my knees beneath her legs so that her thighs
draped across mine, leaving her feet dangling in the
air and my tool 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 exhilaration had made her intimate lips splay out
to make the perfect receptacle for me. I had to agitate
hard to get my head into her. She was definitely a
virgin even if her cherry red was gone. She jumped as the
head popped into her, slipping past the tight tintinnabulation of
her opening.

I continued to advertise. blue jean was tense, heaving, her
chest of drawers heave. She kept looking from my face to her
genitals, watching her founding father's cock entering her. I
was leaning over her, holding onto her hips. She put
her hands on my arms, holding onto me. The feel of my
peter sliding into her was unsubstantial, like nada I could
have imagined. I'd lost my cherry tree at 17 to a 19 year
old young lady, so Jean was the unseasoned girl I'd ever
fucked. I got half my cock into her vise-like cunt
and pulled back. She moaned a little too loudly and
clutched my branch. My tool, I could see, was wet with
her inner juices.

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

I began to saw back and forth, moving almost
three-fourths of my puppet in and out of her. It was
getting a little well-off as she relaxed and got into
it. I was glad that she hadn't had her Hymen to tear.
Her outset sex was almost painless for her.

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

"Oh, blue jean,"I moaned, driving my peter a footling deeper
into her. She lifted her legs into the air, opening
herself even more to my encroachment. I put my hands
behind her knee joint to throw her legs up. Her dainty metrical unit
dangled loosely in the air, her toes curling and
uncurling as I plowed her young kitty-cat. I shoved hard
and buried myself in her. She groaned loudly as I
pulled out and fucked into her deeply again.

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

"Yes, babe, it is,"I agreed. She was hot, her pussycat
so wet it slurped around my cock. I could feel her
juices running over my glob. The room was filled
with the smell of sex, of her Whitney Moore Young Jr. pussy and our
perspiration. I moved my hired man up to compass her ankles. She
cried out when I brought her metrical foot to my backtalk and
sucked her toes. She clamped a handwriting over her mouth
and screamed into it. Her pussy clamped down on my
cock and she began to shake and pulsate. 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 shaft out to the brink and
plunging slowly back into her profundity."I can't
believe it,'she said again. She began to rub down her
own titty."I can't believe I'm fucking my own
Daddy."

That sent me over the boundary. I shoved my hammer into her
and groaned as I felt my orgasm Menachem Begin. She sensed it.
"Don't clout out, Daddy. Don't pull out."

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

I squirted at least five skilful snapshot into her, then my
cock continued to pulse for another minute as my high gear
subsided. I kissed her, and she grabbed me in a tight
hug. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and slapped
her own against it. I cradled her small consistence in my
munition, feeling her nakedness against me as her pussy
continued to try to milk my pecker.

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

"pappa !"she giggled."Of course it was. I love you
so much, Daddy."

"I love you too, blue jean,"I replied.

"I mean, I love, you,"she said, emphasizing the word.
I knew what she meant, and for a moment 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 rooster vellication 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 dearest 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,"dungaree said."It's okay.
pop, 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 bedroom. I wanted so much to follow
her in, to get into bed with my daughter, to realize
Henry 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, pappa,"she whispered. She went
into her room and closed her door. I went to the
bathroom to cleanse up and finally crawled into bed
beside my soundly sleeping married woman. And for the rest of
the Nox I dreamed of blue jean, my daughter, my lover.

Tomorrow was going to be a good day .