What had I done? My mind reeled with the implications. Christina continued to squeeze my cock lightly, her breath hot and heavy on my cheek.
I had just cum on my daughter's leg. How had this happened...?
She kissed my cheek.
"Dad," she whispered. "I'm going to clean up."
I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment. Only minutes before we had been laying on the couch as we'd done millions of times in the past. This time...
She kissed my cheek again.
"Dad. It's okay. Let me up."
I couldn't even look her in the eye. I leaned against the back of the couch and Christina slid off, releasing her grip on my softening cock. She glanced at her hand and I glanced at her long legs. I could see where my semen had landed. She wiped her hand on her t-shirt and walked to the kitchen.
God she was beautiful.
I buried my face in one of the couch pillows. I was damned. How would we come back from this? Could we even come back from this?
I heard running water and, moments later, Christina padded out of the kitchen. I couldn't look at her.
"Christina..."
"Shhhh." She leaned over and kissed the top of my head. "We can talk in the morning. I'm going to bed."
I heard her move to the stairs.
"I love you, dad."
"I love you too," I stammered. I could barely get the words out.
I pulled my sweatpants up and lay there in the dark. I couldn't even bring myself to get up after what had happened. How would I face Christina in the morning?
I awoke to sunlight streaming into the living room. For a brief second I wondered where I was and why I was on the couch. And then it all hit me. Christina and I, kissing, her hands fumbling with my sweatpants, her fingers pulling at me... I had tried not to cum. I really had. But her leg had felt so hot...so good against my bare cock. And her hand...
And then she was standing in front of me. I hadn't even heard her come down the stairs. She had her running shorts on and a light pullover hoodie. She was smiling. I forced a smile and I could already feel my cheeks on fire.
"Hey," she said. "Let's go for a run old man."
A run?
"Um. It's November sweetheart."
"Yeah, but the weather doesn't know that. It's 55 out there. It's perfect."
She reached for me and grabbed my hand. She used the same hand that had hours before stroked me to orgasm. "Come on dad. Get those old bones up and come run with me."