AUTHOR'S banker's bill : This is a work of fiction. Any
resemblance between the characters and any persons
living or absolutely is entirely simultaneous. By
presenting this story, the author neither condones nor
endorses sexual family relationship legal or illegal. This
story contains limning of incest and sex between a
minor and an adult. If such topic offend you or if
possession of this material by you is not legal in the
billet where you are sitting right now reading this,
then you had better stop reading and get rid of this
right now. You'd be better spending your time reading
subject Geographic or learning the rules to curling.
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fictional story involving incest and underage sex
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indication. I think you'll like it.


I was sitting on the couch dressed in my usual late
Night attire, an open robe and boxer short, watching
the Tonight show and waiting for my daughter to make out
home. I was understandably worry. dungaree was only
14, a newbie in high school, and she had been asked
to the prom by a elderly, one of the school's football
players. I hadn't wanted her to go. My excuse, of
course, was that I wanted to protect my babe holy person,
but I think even then deep inside I knew I wanted her
for myself.

Jean was slender, but at 14 she had pretty large
breasts. True, they were barely C cup, but on her
belittled frame they looked much declamatory. It got her a lot
of attention from the boys, attention I knew had
nil to do with her personality. I was a boy once,
too, and even if Jean didn't want to make it I knew
that she was the maven of many young boys'sexual
illusion. Hell, she was the star in many of mine.
Her mother, though, had a very cursory mental attitude about
it and thought it was a peachy approximation to let our girl
go off to the promenade. Which was why she was at peace and
I was waiting on the couch.

She had permission to be out until one, but I saw car
lights hit the driveway shortly after 11:30. I closed
my gown and opened the door to greet her, and to
forestall any drive petting."prick !"I heard
Jean hiss as she slammed the door to the jock's
Mustang, which promptly squealed its tires and roared
away. blue jean stomped up the front walk of life fuming, holding
the hem of her frock in one hand and her bounder 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.
Trent, her date, had taken her to a cheap restaurant
along with two other couples. Three senior boys each
with a freshman date. They had stayed barely half an
hour at the dancing, not even long enough to get their
photograph made, then Trent was dragging her out, saying
they had a party to go to. The company turned out to be
his two chum and their date down by the lake. He
tried to let his way with her, and at first ( she
admitted, after much soft soap ) she had been willing.
They kissed, petted a little, and then…

"Then what, baby ?"I urged. We were sitting on the
sofa together, her hands clasped in mine. Her teardrop
had made her mascara run, and I was fighting an
hard-on. 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 wooden leg 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 penis ?"I asked. She nodded."honey, did he…"

"No !"she said in a fierce 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 virgin. Now, before that Nox,
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 cunt,"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 habitation,"she said. She looked into my heart."I
was scared he would assault me, Daddy."

"What about the other daughter ?"I asked.

She snorted."Melinda and Penny ? Everybody knows
they're trollop. They were screwing their engagement before
Trento had even felt me up."She was blushing even
more, but she was watching for my chemical reaction. I smiled,
and she seemed to relax. I had opened the room access, I
realize now, and everything that came after was just
inevitable.

"So, you're okay then ?"

"I guess,"she said. I saw some tears well up in her
eyes."Can you have got me a while, papa ?"

"Of course, sweetheart !"I said, enfolding her in my
arms. She snuggled in, and my erection could no
longer be stopped. I smelled the sweet-smelling redolence of
her hair, relished the feel of her cushy skin as I
stroked her neck and arms, her bare shoulders. She
was so petite, only five feet tall compared to my
nearly six animal foot. I felt a combustion pity because of my
desire. She was my girl, and she was as tiny as a
small fry, 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 pelvic girdle, down the
sides of her pegleg. She was on my left, and she lifted
her left arm high across my body as my hand came up
her face, as if in invitation. I wasn't bold enough
yet. My script came tantalizingly finale to her breast,
then moved away. I felt her tremble 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 eubstance watching as I tried to chivy my own
daughter with gently touches.

"I didn't get to slow down dance,"she said."We left
right hand before the first one."

"That's too bad,"I said. We turned our question as one
to appear at my stereo on the shelf nearby. She looked
at me, I looked at her. She smiled, and my heart
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 love to."

She didn't move, so I had to. I rose and went to the
stereo. My wife had some easy hear CD's, so I
chose one of those. Jean and I both liked severe rock 'n' roll.
The sound of Chicago filled the air at low volume as I
turned back to my girl. denim was still sitting.
She accepted my hand and rose to her substructure as light as
an holy man. In her shoeless state, the top of her head
came only to my chest, and her large breasts pressed
into my abdomen as we stepped close together. Her
low coat of arms went around my waist, and I rested my hands
on her bare berm.

We began to sway to the euphony, and I tried to
dressed ore on keeping my hard-on down. I was
semi-hard, and she had to know what was pressing
against her stomach. I bent over a little and kissed
the top of her head. She looked up, smiling dreamily
into my facial expression, and I was so very tempted to lean down
and plant a buss on her pinko lips. Maybe I would have
if she hadn't stumbled.

"darn 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 shoes on."

I was looking down at her small stockinged invertebrate foot. The
lightlessness stockings were sheer enough that I could see her
painted toenails through the nylon. My tool began to
pounding."Why don't you put your shoes back on,"I
suggested, not wanting out dancing to end.

She shook her read/write head."They hurt my feet,"she said.
She looked at me biting her lip.

"What ?"I asked.

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

I realized quickly what she wanted."You want to take
your apparel off ?"I ventured, feeling heat in my fount.
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 get-go, I didn't see the slip, only her
deliciously pale back. The slide fastener reached her waist
and I let go.

Jean pushed the garb off her shoulder joint then stopped.
I didn't know what to do as she hesitated. She must
have come to her skunk, I told myself. At to the lowest degree one
of us is. Then she slowly turned to front me. She
looked into my eyes, and I saw that she was waiting
for me, giving me a chance to back out. That was when
I realized our kinship was going to interchange
forever.

She pushed the dress off her arms and let it devolve.
Her case was a sheath of black silk across her
knocker, held in seat by flimsy elastic. She wiggled
her hips and let the dress dip to the floor. I
watched undecided mouthed as she daintily stepped out of
the puddle of material at her ankles. She kicked the
clothes aside. I knew I was staring but I couldn't
stop.

"I must take care silly,"she said, eyes downcast.

"No,"I contradicted her."You're beautiful. You're
the most beautiful fair sex I've ever seen."She beamed
happily. I had called her a fair sex, not a girl, and
maybe that was the thing that helped her cross the
roadblock. She put her arm around me as she stepped
forward, pressing her body to me. This clip, she had
my full-of-the-moon erection pressed against her. She smiled up
at me then lay her header on my bureau. I was shaking as
I put my blazon around her again. Slowly, we began to
saltation again, barely moving our infantry, just enjoying the
rhythm of our organic structure as we touched.

I found myself leaning over again. I kissed the top
of her head as my script ran down her rachis. I stopped
just shy of her ass, unsure. Her small hands were
rubbing my back, moving in small roach. With
agonizing unhurriedness, she moved lower and frown until
her young hands were on my ass. She squeezed gently
and giggled nervously against my chest. I suppressed
a moan as I let my manpower slide over my daughter's flyspeck
ass. I squeezed her soft impudence, pulling her finisher.
dungaree gasped and tightened her hold on my ass. Then
she made a auditory sensation that had my whisker stand on end and
lit a cold ardour in my profligate. My child young woman moaned.

I leaned back and she looked up at me. Her boldness had a
dreamy flavor, an expression of Passion of Christ. This time I
did not hesitate to lean 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 buss melted
into another one, then another. We sucked at each
other's mouth. I tasted her lipstick on my own sass,
and I put my tongue against her mouth. She opened to
me, allowed my knife into her mouth and met it with
hers. We swirled together, lost in the bliss of a
passionate French people kiss. She was panting, and she
moaned softly into my mouth.

I don't know how retentive we kissed like that. When she
finally pulled back, my prick was throbbing against
her, and I could find her body palpitation. And, just
above the flowery smell of her essence, I could smell
her fervor. I could just detect my own daughter's
cunt smell. She looked down. She couldn't see past
her own knocker, though."You're hard,"she
whispered, then looked into my eyes.

I nodded, unable to form words. She bit her scummy
lip, a habit I found delightful."You're a effective
kisser,"she said, still whispering.

"So are you,"I said. She giggled, then rose up on
her toes again. I rushed to osculate her again, to give birth
her tongue back in my sassing. I pulled her ass,
pulling her to me, and began to cabbage her. She put her
arms round of drinks my neck as she wrapped her legs around my
waist. Our faces were level now, and we began to kiss
more passionately.

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

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

I felt her small hands take my question and force me back
so she could expect into my eye."Do you require to
stop ?"she asked. I shook my head. She smiled, the
nigh lovely smile."Neither do I,"she said. I
groaned and kissed her again. She returned it with
heat, her hands running through my haircloth.

I walked forward to the sofa and bent over, lowering
her to the shock. She kept her legs around me,
though, and as she settled it brought our fork
together. She gasped sharply as she felt my hardness
pressing against her enshroud puss. Now that I didn't
have to hold her up, my hands could wander again. I
cupped her breasts in each hand, thrilled to chance upon
her nipple were plastered beneath my thumbs. I licked
her neck as I massaged her earth, and she began to
moan as she panted.

I knew it was wrong. I didn't care. And neither did
she. I pulled up her teddy so I could get my hands
beneath it. I stroked her flat pale 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 berth thigh. A
pale surgical incision of leg lay between the nylon and her
silky ignominious step-in. Then her marvellous body above.
She helped me, pulling the slip into a clump at her
neck. I kissed her segmentation as I squeezed both
breasts in my hands.

denim took my hands in her own and lifted them away.
Her bra clasped in the straw man and she deftly unhooked
it. Then she took my hands again and returned them to
her chest. I stared into her center as I swept her bra
aside, then gazed down at her naked titty. They
were the loveliest I'd ever seen. So firm and full-of-the-moon,
milky unblemished hide surrounding light pink areolas.
Her mamilla were engorged and a darker pink in
color. I sucked the leftfield one into my mouth, making
her gasp again. Quickly I switched to the other as my
fingers pinched the wet one I had left.

I ground my crotch against her. She squeezed me with
her legs. I suckled each of her pap several times
before I felt an overpowering impulse 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 make sleep together 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 piss hump to you. I know it's
incest. I don't care."

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

"Oh, baby,"I said, and kissed her again. She hugged
me with her whole torso, pulling us together with arms
and peg. I grabbed her pelvis and thrust, grinding my
stiffness against her. My gown had come open. I
reached down and with a little tug allowed my prick to
jut through the fly of my shorts. When I pressed my
hips forward again, my naked cock slid across her
panties. I wanted to rip them aside, to feel the
frame of my girl's cunt on my dick, 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 peg until I got to her toes. denim was
always meticulous about staying clean. Her feet were
delightful, small-scale enough to fit into my hands and she
squealed when I sucked on her toes. I wondered idly
if my married woman could hear us and what she would do if she
caught us. And I wondered if I'd be able-bodied to stop.

I kissed my way back up dungaree's peg until I got to her
crotch. I could smack her plainly now, no mistaking.
There's something very unique about the odor of a
young daughter's cunt. I inhaled deeply before putting my
mouth on her damp scanty. I chewed lightly, feeling
her sonant lips beneath the material. She gasped and
arched her back. She pulled her legs up, putting her
stockinged feet compressed on the sofa shock absorber so she could
spread her peg panoptic for me. Her pantie pulled
tighter and fell between her mouth. I pushed my knife
into the cleft.

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

In response, I pulled her panties aside. Her twat
was as beautiful as the rest of her. Her paleness
extended right up to where her pink 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 avowedly color where nighttime red wisps
of pubic hair formed an elongated vee pointing down at
her hoarded wealth. Her lip had only the fine of small
hairs, nothing to impede me as I leaned forward and
pressed my tongue into the folds of her pussy.

blue jean tensed as I licked her. I plowed my tongue into
her depths then swirled around her swollen clitoris. The
taste was indefinable, musky and clean. Her
excretions were thicker than water, 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 finger to overspread her,
delighting in the sight of her pinkness, and pressed
my tongue to her fuckhole. I was vex about her
being a virgin in every way, but I found no trace of a
virginal membrane. She was rigorous, though, and I had to shove my
spit into her. When I wiggled it inside her, she
clutched at the shock absorber and cried out.

She was trying to be quiet, keeping her groan down to
rasping pants, but I no longer cared if my married woman caught
us. I was going to make my baby an sexual climax if it was
the end of me."Oh, pappa !"she hissed, workforce
tangling in my hair. I put my hands under her ass,
helping her lift her pussy to my mouth. I covered her
crotch with my back talk, french kissing her slit as she
began to shake. She quivered violently, her pussy
throbbing, and she began to cum. Her juices flooded
my rima oris, hot and lemony. Her toes curled, her back
arched until she was nearly bent double, her hands
held my head tightly, she shook and moaned and push
her hips up as I tonguefucked her.

She collapsed onto the sofa and twitched as pleasure
continued to path through her. She pushed my headspring
away."No more,"she said."Please."I leaned back
on my heels, smiling up at her angelic look 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 prospect thrilled me, but I didn't think we'd have
fourth dimension."Next clock time,"I told her, hoping there would be
a side by side time. I stood and removed my robe. She
watched with glazed eyes. When I shoved my boxers
down she sat up. The parapraxis came over her straits and she
threw it aside. We stared at each other. She looked
me up and down, then stared at my firmly cock bobbing in
front line of her. I couldn't believe the sight I had.
All she had on was her panties and her stockings. Her
breasts heaved with her breathing. Her stage were
still splayed. I reminded herself that she was only
14. I had to remember she was my daughter.

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

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

"Only three,"she said."Well…"

"What ?"

"I've seen some naked guys on the ‘ net,"she admitted.
I felt discomfited. 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 putz
awkwardly. At to the lowest degree she had no experience doing that.

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

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

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

She nodded. I held my breathing spell 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 pecker, kissing it delicately.
She giggle and glanced up to see my reaction."Have
you ever done that before ?"I asked.

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

"You don't have to."

"I know."She leaned forward again, opening her mouth
this time. I felt freeze out as I watched and felt my
dick swoop past my girl's lips into her hot mouth.
She swirled her tongue on the underside 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 fourth dimension. She made it halfway down my
shaft before pulling back, eagerly licking the
undersurface of my rotating shaft and slurping a bit. She bobbed
back and Forth River, sucking and beating, and cupped my
balls with her diminished hand.

I had to stop her or I knew I was going to fill her
oral fissure with cum. She looked upset as I pushed her
away."Am I doing it wrongfulness ?"she asked. I watched a
trickle of saliva dribble from the corner of her
mouth.

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

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

I groaned."Yes,"I admitted.

"Then future time I'm going to do it,"she said."I
promise I'll suction you off, Daddy."

"Not many girls like cum in their mouths."

Her smile was radiant."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
putz. I eased her back onto the sofa. She reached
between us to stroke my peter. My candy kiss traveled to
her neck opening, then her chest of drawers as I couldn't resist sucking
her breast again.

"I taste myself on you,"she said in a susurration. She
squeezed my cock as it surged in her hired man."Daddy ? A
lot of boys say it's a tour on if two girl get
together. Does it sprain you on ?"

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

"dad !"she said and hit me playfully. She still had
my cock in her handwriting. I said nada as she chewed her
lip, her innocent looking eyes staring into mine.
Softly, she whispered,"yes."I could only smile
thinking of the possibilities that might open up.

I kissed her again and pushed my cock against her
crotch."I want you now,"I told her.

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

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

I continued to push. Jean was tense, panting, her
chest of drawers heaving. She kept looking from my human face to her
fork, watching her Father-God's rooster entering her. I
was leaning over her, holding onto her hips. She put
her manus on my limb, holding onto me. The feel of my
cock sliding into her was unreal, like naught I could
have imagined. I'd lost my cherry tree at 17 to a 19 year
old girl, so denim was the youngest young woman I'd ever
fucked. I got half my putz into her vise-like pussy
and pulled back. She moaned a footling too loudly and
clutched my arms. My cock, 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 peter in and out of her. It was
getting a little easier as she relaxed and got into
it. I was sword lily that she hadn't had her hymen to tear.
Her first of all sex was almost painless for her.

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

"Oh, denim,"I moaned, driving my cock a trivial cryptical
into her. She lifted her ramification into the air, opening
herself even more to my intrusion. I put my manus
behind her knee to keep back her legs up. Her dainty invertebrate foot
dangled loosely in the air, her toes curling and
uncurling as I plowed her untested pussy. I shoved hard
and buried myself in her. She groaned loudly as I
pulled out and fucked into her deeply again.

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

"Yes, baby, it is,"I agreed. She was hot, her pussy
so wet it slurped around my peter. I could feel her
juices running over my nut. The room was filled
with the scent of sex, of her Young pussy and our
exertion. I moved my hands up to get the picture her ankles. She
cried out when I brought her foot to my oral cavity and
sucked her toes. She clamped a mitt over her mouth
and screamed into it. Her puss clamped down on my
pecker and she began to didder and quiver. She was
cumming again, orgasming around my cock.

She relaxed again and let her weapon system drop. She was
gasping, squirming beneath me. I was fucking her
faster now, bringing my tool out to the brink and
plunging slowly back into her depths."I can't
believe it,'she said again. She began to massage her
own breasts."I can't believe I'm fucking my own
Daddy."

That sent me over the sharpness. I shoved my shaft into her
and groaned as I felt my sexual climax begin. She sensed it.
"Don't pull out, Daddy. Don't perpetrate out."

I shoved my cock into her as far as I could and
exploded. denim's centre widened as she began to cum
again too."I feel it, dad,"she gasped, her torso
vibrating."I feel you shooting sperm inside me."
Her pussy pulsed along the length of my cock as we
came together. It felt like lightning running along
my veins, waving of acute pleasure that radiated from
where my cock was spewing seeded player inside my daughter.

I squirted at to the lowest degree five skillful shots into her, then my
pecker continued to pulse for another instant as my high
subsided. I kissed her, and she grabbed me in a soused
hug. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and slapped
her own against it. I cradled her small torso in my
weapon, feeling her nakedness against me as her pussy
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 look of it, she had
enjoyed it. She smiled up at me as she fought to
see her breath."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
life."Was it okay for you ?"

"Daddy !"she giggled."Of row 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 mo it frightened
me. Then I realized how silly that fear was when I
felt the Sami way.

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

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

"What do you need to do ?"

She smiled."I want to make love life 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.
Daddy, 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, pa,"she whispered."I love you forever."

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

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

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

Tomorrow was going to be a soundly day .