He knew it was wrong, and she did too. But he couldn't help himself, and neither could she.
She was his baby girl, and will always be his baby girl. He watched her grow up, and was a good father to her. And even though her mother and he split, he tried to be a good father, when her mother would let him. He was so proud of her when she graduated from high school and went off to college. And she became a beautiful young woman.
But something changed, and he couldn't explain it. Maybe it was his loneliness, or her beauty and charm. When she would visit him from college, he was attracted to her in ways that should have repulsed him. When she hugged him close, he noticed her boobs pressing into his chest, and he was sure that she felt the bulge in his pants. When she kissed him on the cheek, he was aroused by the touch of her lips, the scent of her hair, and her lingering hand on his face. He wanted more of her. And the look in her eyes showed him that she had the same feelings.
The trip they took to the beach was supposed to be a father -- daughter bonding vacation, but he was beside himself with lustful feelings for her. It was almost too much to take to see her hot young body adorned by only a bathing suit. He so wanted to have her, devour her, taste her smooth skin, and caress her nimble body. But as many times as she noticed him staring at her, he saw her looking at him, eyeing his swim trunks as she bit her lip. Deep down, he knew she had the same feelings, and her thoughts about him were no different -- wanting, but conflicted.
On the night that their passion was unleashed, he admitted he made mistakes. It was late when he heard the cries from her room, and he went to investigate wearing only his boxers. He should have thrown on his jeans. He should have knocked, but instead he burst through the door thinking she was ill or distressed. What he saw made him stop in his tracts and stare as his cock grew hard and peaked out from beneath its silk confines. She was naked on the bed, rubbing her clit and moaning in pleasure. Her wet pussy was too much for him to resist -- he had to have it, he had to taste it. He was overcome with lust. He wrapped an arm around her leg, parted her vulva with his fingers, and buried his face into her wetness. Her throbbing clit against his lashing tongue and her moans and cries of pleasure temporarily washed away his conflicted feelings.
"Oh daddy, your tongue feels so good on my pussy," she moaned. "Lick my clitty. Eat my pussy daddy." He needed little encouragement as he slipped two fingers into her wet hole and began to massage her G-spot and sucked her pussy lips into his mouth in rhythm with his tongue treatment. "Oh my gawd daddy, you're gonna' make me cum," was her response. Then he felt it - her leg muscles quivered, her pussy squeezed his fingers, her clit throbbed against his tongue, her juices flooding his face, and her moans filled the room as she peaked. Only when her thrashing and throbbing subsided did he relinquish his treatment and released her pussy from his mouth and kissed her inner thighs.
Before she could fully recover, he knelt on the bed next to her head, his erect member at her face. She smiled as she reached up and began to stroke his fat cock in her little hand. "Wow daddy, I have never cum so hard in my life. That was amazing." He smiled back at her as he reached down and cradled her head in his hand, his fingers entangled in her hair as he lifted her head until her lips touched his cock. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth and swiped his cock head. He drew a quick breath from the sensation. "Your pre-cum is salty-good, daddy," she said with another smile, and then took the head of his cock into her mouth.
