I was in my red flannel jammies and Daddy was wearing his blue flannel ones when I went into his bedroom to say goodnight. I donât always do that. I used to when I was little but I donât anymore except when I feel like it for some reason and I did feel like it then. Daddy was sitting at the computer and he was typing. I decided to sneak up on him and give him a surprise hug. I tip toed barefoot across the wood floor. Even though I am eighteen and a senior in high school, I still love surprising Daddy and making him laugh and I was almost giggling myself as I thought about him jumping in his chair when I put my arms around him.
Hmmmm, Daddy seemed to be in some kind of a chatroom, I realized, when I looked over his shoulder at the screen. I got a little closer. Jeepers, what kind of a chatroom was this? It said, âIncestâ in big letters on the side of the screen. Daddy finished typing what he was saying and hit the enter key. I had to blink twice when saw what came on.
âBigdick: yeah, I have this same incest fantasy all the time. It is driving me crazy.â
I must have made a noise because Daddy suddenly turned around. I thought he was going fall out of his char. His face got beet red as he looked at me. He sputtered but he didnât really say anything. Daddy was trying to block my view of the screen by sitting up as high as he could but I could see half the screen over his shoulder.
âNinehardinches: Tell us about it bigdick. Is she a hot? Does she love to fuck?â
This was very interesting. Plus it was making me tingle all over. Daddyâs computer chair is wide and it swivels. It cost a lot of money, I know, because I was with my Mom when she bought it for him for Christmas last year.
âHmmm, Daddy, I want to see this,â I said, and I hopped onto his lap, folding my legs under me between Daddyâs legs and the arms of his chair.
Daddy went âoomphâ but he didnât push me away. I think he was too startled to do anything. I leaned into him, looking over his shoulder at the screen. I could feel my left breast pressing Daddyâs face through the flannel top. It felt nice but I was more interested in the naughty words that kept popping up on the screen.
âDaughterfucker: So, bigdick, are you the same bigdick who was telling us about your Thanksgiving dinner fantasy where the cherry pie gets burned up in the oven so they put the cunt up on the table and the family eats her for dessert?â
I squealed when I read that. I couldnât believe that Daddy could be so naughty. I was very disappointed in him and very excited at the same time. I couldnât figure myself out. Well, I decided to let Daddy know that I knew all about his naughty ways so I started to read Daughterfuckerâs statement out loud for Daddy, who couldnât see it of course because his face was buried in my flannel top. I was about half way through reading it when Daddy moved his mouth on my breast. Then he bit my nipple through the flannel, not hard but he bit it and he moved his teeth back and forth on it almost making me pass out!
âHey, what are you doing?â, I yelled, pulling back from him.
âI was just biting on one of your jammy top buttons, whatâs the matter with that?â
âThat wasnât a button, Daddy!â
Daddy laughed. His face was still red but he looked more together, like he was starting to enjoy himself.
âWell, I guess it was one of your buttons, sweetheart, the buttons you show off all the time in those tight jerseys you like to wear.â
âHmmm,â I said, because he was right about that. âSo, Daddy who is the person in your fantasy who gets up on the table. Letâs see, um, is it Aunt Ginger because she is very pretty.â
Daddy laughed. âNo itâs not her.â