This is a story of when Hank begun to have sexual incest with his daughter Tracy.
It's written in first person as Hank, a family father on his way to enter the dirty taboo path of incest.
Every character sexually involved is above eighteen years of age.
Go ahead and enjoy the story as much as loved to print it down.
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"Don't ya wish your girlfriend was hot like me? - Don't ya wish your girlfriend was a freak like me? - Don't ya? Don't ya? - Don't ya wish your girlfriend would fuck like me? - Don't ya wish your girlfriend was a slut like me? - Don't ya? Don't ya? ..." The Pussycat Dolls tune kept on playing, Tracy's own naughty chorus over-voiced their correct lyrics. She was dancing inside her girly pink room as I watched my maturing daughter sway and twist in front of a mirror to the loud, pounding music like a seductive stripper turning men on.
Oh my god I thought and kept my ogling eyes on her voluptuous body taking all of her mind blowing beauty in.
Tracy is a sweet eighteen year old youngster born in February, she outgrew her own mother's pubic growth in her mid teens. Tracy turned into the hotter chick in the house in less then a year. I knew I never should look at my own flesh and blood in that sort of way, but I didn't stand a chance to avoid her sexual transformation into a stunning, head turning beauty.
Her long slender legs, her sexy curved hips, her protrude round shaped butt. Tracy wearing them skimpy tight shorts as ever so often; hugging her ass cheeks like a second skin and I am visibly able to see the very depth of her butt-crack. Her slim hourglass figure, narrow waist and flat, fit belly, and last but not least her ample, young and perky, firm breasts looking quite big on her slim chest. Them poking nipples constantly erect, straining the fabric of her thin tight cotton top.
How I did yearn to push my throbbing boner in between those peachy cheeks and hump her butt until I had blown my pent up load of cum. Holy fuck, I'm the next man in line to the gates of hell, for checking out my precious daughter like a horny, pussy and ass lusting boy, desiring his prey.
Her sensually inviting dance made my cock twitch and swell in my now bulging short pants, I couldn't leave the doorway even tho I was tenting my shorts with a inappropriate fatherly boner. She turned to me with her cute happy face and her curious eyes glanced at my crotch, it ripped my trance stated mind back to reality. I went out of her sight and got inside the bathroom to deal with my hard problem so to say. I wouldn't let my mind have its tabooed way, I couldn't jerk off thinking about my own daughter's sexy dance and bouncing titties.
I splashed my face with cool refreshing water to clear my head from its nasty, dirty thoughts, my thoughts of me and my teen daughter involving incestuously forbidden content. I did bate my swelling member to a nearly invisible bulge before I got out of the bathroom.
I left home for another day at the office, after my working hours I headed downtown to the gym and spend an hour and a half to drain my body, both in physical and mental workout. I didn't even notice the women in the room as my nasty thoughts kept the mental picture, of my daughter's dirty dancing this morning, fresh in my mind.
It's Friday and I ordered a takeaway meal for me and my daughter. My wife and twelve year old son is visiting her parents for the oncoming week, our kids having their spring brake.
"Whats up for you weekly leave?" I asked her as we was sitting down at the dining-room table.
"I'm gonna hang out with my friends for a couple of days ... Saturday and Sunday then I have nothing else planned." she replied to my question.
"Do I need to worry about you?" I asked in a concerned manner.
"No I will do fine, we don't drink that amount of booze you know." she said and continued saying "What's up for your next week dad? Are you working or did you take some time off to go and visit mom at granny's?"
"I ain't working but I did take some well deserved time off, I really need to get started with the worn out shed. To renovate it back in a working condition you know." I replied.
"Oh do you need any help?" she bluntly asked.
Her question surprised me as she never ever before did anything like helping out at home with the manly stuff so to say.
"If you like to help, I surely will except you kind offer kiddo." I replied.
"Please dad don't call me kiddo anymore! I prefer if you would call me hunny, muffin, sugar or likewise but not kiddo, please don't, it makes me feel like I'm still in my pre teens for gods sake."
"Okay, is pumpkin alright? You still are my little girl you know." I said wondering how grown up she really was. My cock twitched as I remembered her teasingly hot body this same morning.
"Pumpkin will do for now, but when I get older you have to come up with another cute nickname. You can't keep on calling me pumpkin when I'm mid aged as you daddy." she replied.
"I understand, I need to give you a better nickname soon let me figure one out and I will tell you either day the next week. But you have to come up with your own nickname for me pumpkin. Deal?
"It's a deal daddy, why not plain dad or daddy? Or is that making you feel as an old fart." she asked and giggled.
"No it won't make me feel any older then I am, I just want you to use your brain during the holiday and not only killing them few remaining brain-cell's in booze." I laughed out loud.
She joined my laughter Tracy had always shared the same humor with her old dad.
Sunday evening.
I heard Tracy enter the front door and shut it close behind, I was in my own room laying in bed reading an erotic novel. Her moving around clumsy made it clear to me she still was a bit drunk, the time showed eleven PM on my digital alarm clock. As I heard her go inside her room I put the book aside and turned on my side to get some needful sleep.
Even toe she said not to worry, I couldn't help by doing just that, worrying is a parents duty knowing she was out on a boat drinking, partying and fooling around with her friends and them randy boys he would love to get his hands on. It had made me sleep lousy last night and therefore I dozed off in mere seconds.
In the middle of the night, still pitch-dark outside. Living at the edge of the city was revealing in the way that not so much having them street lights glowing all night to disturb your sleep. I felt someone close to me, a curved shape laying under the covers and in my dizzy mind I thought it was my dear wife. Not remembering she was out of town, I reached out my hand and felt a smooth peachy ass form in the palm of my hand. I caressed her butt cheeks and traced the tiny string of her thong from her upper cheek down in between her fleshy firm globes.
I could barely remember that first time I fingered a girls ass for the first time in my life. I was twenty-something and my finger slid gently inside a sleeping girlfriends butt hole. I kept it still knuckle deep and felt her sphincter pulsate around my finger. Holy shit how grate it felt, her gripping muscle tightened then releasing its tight brace. I fumbled as I slowly finger fucked that girls ass, my free hand cupped her small perky tit. I was in heaven as I felt my creamy cum plainly coating the inside my briefs as I climaxed whit-out even touching myself down there.