Jim and Lucy have three grown daughter ; all of them beautiful, and all of them married to older men. Each daughter had initially married someone their own age, only to substitute them after a duo years with someone closer 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 prison term the girls lived at habitation with their Dad, did he ever entertain the opinion of fucking any one of them. He was their father and was raised that incest is a sin.

He has exacting rules in his house and they follow them. He did not want the enticement that naked or scantily raiment Lester Willis Young females can stimulate. Now don't get the incorrect picture ; he isn't a tyrant or a dictator, out to smother their feminine spell or personalities. As young youngster 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 jammies whirligig that were either long sleeve or shortstop arm ; and cotton fiber pajama arse that were either long leg or unforesightful. Jim also didn't want to totally stamp down their feminine need to palpate beautiful and sexy. So, after they were teenagers and had that pauperism to feel more feminine and adult ; they were also allowed to get into sexy gown, but covered with a gown if they wandered outside of their bedroom when he was in the house.

Everything went smoothly under his rule, but he had to allow that his in-between daughter, Cathy, did represent some challenges for him. She is blonde and beautiful just like her mother. In fact she is almost a carbon copy of her mother. Both are curvaceous and slant, with farsighted blonde curly hair and weigh about the same. The early two fille have equally Nice figures, but dark embrown hair like their Dad. Cathy has the larger breasts of his three missy. He knows her size because he picked up one of her bras from the bathroom storey once to put in the clothes hamper and noticed she was a 36D.

Her declamatory knocker always proudly push her tops out for everyone to notice no matter what she wears. Her deary t-shirts especially emphases her voluptuousness, but her Dad always insists she wear a gown if she roams around the house dressed in that manner. When she wears a clitoris up type pajama top her knocker will strain against the release and creates a minuscule fold where anyone can see her bare rounded breast. A few times Jim has gotten a glimpse at her nipple. He has to admit that seeing her nipple is arousing, but still he never entertained the idea of pulling her into a bed and have sex with her. He has higher morals than to assault her like that.

Cathy had been in her arcsecond married for about six years when she decides it wasn't going to work and she needed to get a divorce. Jim had advised her not to splice the S.O.B. in the first place. The first time Jim meets him he senses bad vibration from him. It turns out her second husband is a real control monster. He not only wants to command all of her free time, he also wants to take total control of her paycheck. She had to get his permit to buy anything. He even made her signboard over command to him of her 401k at her post of employment. When Jim hears this he tells her to result him and fall back home until everything is settled.

Cathy moves back into her old bedroom up stairs. That bedroom is almost like having a separate apartment because the way has its own private bath. She settles in with her parents and prepares for a long divorce battle with this creep. The first nighttime back home, Cathy, comes down to watch TV with her father and her female parent. She is dressed for bed which consists of a tight fitting white jersey and packer character pajama tail. It did not really comply with the pj's rules of her young. Jim doesn't say anything because she is a produce woman now and had adopted this case of sleepwear while attending college. Her manner of dress does have its sensual affect on Jim, but he decides it is up to him to control his emotions and let her attire as she pleases. He has difficulty keeping his eye from wandering to her breast. The tight T-shirt dialect every curve of her upper body. Any normal man would have trouble preventing an erection.

Often when the family watches ‘ R rated'picture in the evening, and especially during certain dearest scenes, Cathy's nipples become gruelling and very obvious. Jim always has problems hiding his constant erection when that happens. He can't even get up to go to the bathroom without first finding a way to cover his hard-on. He is almost indisputable his married woman and girl have both noticed his problem at one time, or another.

Since Cathy was a small shaver, she makes it a habit to always establish her Father a big hug before going to bed. She always puts her breasts squarely against his dresser and squeezes him literal tight. Jim doesn't know if she realizes it, or not, but sometimes her mamilla are hard and poke into his pectus. As she gets one-time and her knocker get large he notices it more and more, but quietly enjoys the feel. He never gives it much thought because she has done it since she was a low child.

One Nox Jim completely forgets about his hard-on and jumps up and gives her a big goodnight hug. Then he hears her gasp and squeeze him very tight. She presses her groin tightly against his mole. She holds him like she doesn't want to let him go. That's when he realizes he is pressing his strong erection into her crotch. It just happened. Lucy has a shocked expression on her face, but says cypher. Cathy sees her expression and pulls away quickly, rushing up to her bedroom. No quotation of that incident is every spoken by any of them. Jim is so embarrassed by the accident, the next night he slips away to bed before giving his daughter a good night hug. The adjacent morning he finds she is highly offended by his slipping away without the customary hug. He makes a mental note to be more careful not to let that happen again.

One night 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 bedchamber. Jim continues to interpret and Cathy continues to ascertain her TV shows. Around eleven o'clock Jim's eyes start burning from the reading and he goes to the master bathroom for eye bead. He decides to shave and get ready for bed. He puts on his pyjama 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 take heed her stomping around upstairs. He feels sure she is overthrow about the absence seizure of the undecomposed night 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 motility 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 skilful night hug,"he says as he approaches and holds his arms open for the customary hug.

Cathy eagerly rushes into his open arms. He immediately feels her hard pap poke against his chest and ‘ it just happened ’. His peter springs to life ; she squeezes him compressed and presses her groin against his cock. All his fatherly control vanishes and his head filling with incestuous desire for his daughter. They continue to withstand each other close and he can feel her nipple indurate even more as she presses and grinds her hips harder against his throbbing twitching cock.

In his head she is no longer his daughter, but a aphrodisiac desirable full grown woman. His lecherousness assumes mastery of his mind and he runs his hand under her t-shirt and begins to fondle her breast while rolling the nipple between his pollex and index finger. He leans forward and presses his back talk to her neck. Her pulse beats rapidly in the veins of her neck. He feels a quiver motion through her body ; her external respiration is scant and hurried.

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

He doesn't answer. He moves his mouth from her cervix to breast and sucks the punishing teat into his oral fissure. He flicks it several times with his natural language then begins to gently chew on her mammilla. She puts her paw on the book binding of his drumhead and pulls him tightly into her breast.

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

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

She returns his gaze for a recollective here and now but says nothing. After a minute or so, she takes a inscrutable breath ; letting it out slowly. She closes her optic and gives her blessing by slowly shaking her header ‘ no ’.

Jim continues to suck and piece on her titty as he slides one manus up into the leg opening of her bagger elan pajama bottoms. She is not wearing step-in. Her vagina is soaking wet and his finger swoop easily into her cavity. He inserts two fingers and moves them slowly in and out as he gently bites her hard mamilla. Her organic structure trembles and his bridge player flood tide with her orgasmic juices. He has to arrest her up as her legs try to give way under her.

Once the orgasm pass and she regains use of her legs, Jim drops to his knees while pulling her jammies bottoms to her articulatio talocruralis. She places her hands on his articulatio humeri for balance as she steps out of her pyjama and kicks them away. Jim kisses her belly button as he makes his way down to her vagina. He notices she has a thin blonde patch of fuzz covering her pubic area. He places his hands on her hips and guides her cover into a sitting position on the bound of her bed. He kneels between her legs and pushes them open to grant easygoing access. He leans forward and blows his hot breath on her vagina. She thrill and coos lowly. He spreads her labia open with his quarter round and blows his hot breath again. Her clit immediately pokes its headway out of its protective hood. He leans in and closes his back talk around her clit and sucks it into his warm wet mouth. She slams her thighs close trapping Jim's capitulum and shake with another orgasm.

Once her coming subsides, she releases her thigh and Jim begins slow upward licks on her pussy with his broad flat tongue. He refers to them as puppy dog clout. He spreads her vagina overt again with his pollex. He begins inserting his tongue like it is his penis. She pulls his face tightly against her crotch and starts humping and fucking his tongue with her puss. After a minute of this, she pushes him off as her next sexual climax comes crashing in like a tsunami.

Jim give her a minute to recoup and then pulls her up by her hips and storage her on her hands and articulatio genus as he enters her doggy style. He pushes his cock in as far as it will go and her vaginal muscle close on it and starts sucking and milking his hard shaft. He pulls his dick almost out, but her vagina hold it and refuses to let it decease. He slowly pushes it back in all the way to her neck and then repeats the exit tactical manoeuvre. Each time her vaginal muscles fight to hold him in. After several mo of this they both build to the ultimate earthly concern shaking orgasm that they so dearly need. When their orgasms finally hits, Cathy shakes for a arcminute then falls forward on her stomach. Jim rolls over on his back. Their bodies glisten with sweat as they both lie there panting ; basking in the afterglow of the most amazing and exhausting climax ever.

"I am so sorry, Baby. It just happened. You are so beautiful I could check myself,"Jim whispers as he struggles to grab his breath.

"Its okay, daddy. I wanted it to happen as a great deal as you did,"she resolution in a balmy comforting representative."Can we do it again tomorrow dark ?"

Jim slowly crawls out of her bed. He gathers his pajamas as he ponders his response.

"Can we, papa ?"She urges.

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