Late October 2022. Upon driving my eighteen-year-old daughter, Angie, home after a long weekend, I take a detour through the state park. Along the ride, she slowly inches her tight little cotton dress up her legs, obviously hoping I'll notice.
Lately, Angie has been a temptation of mine. With her perky tits needing no bra, skin so flawless there's not an inch of her body I wouldn't suck, and a thick bubble butt I could smack all night long, who could blame me? Certainly not her mother. Right?
When Angie had walked into the laundry room earlier this week and caught me breathing in the scent from a pair of her unwashed light-blue panties, my secret was no more. She had subtly smiled and then walked away. I felt incredibly stupid, even panicked for about a day, but noticed in the following days she had become ... seductive: dressing sexy, though, nothing extreme, wearing a hint of make-up, even hugging me differently ... tighter with more boob.
And now, being trapped in a car with her isn't easy, especially knowing she knows what I want from her. I've been hard since I fired up the engine a good thirty minutes ago.
We park and, to my surprise, she doesn't even seem curious as to why. The deep forest is quiet, a bit chilly and a white rolling fog blankets the tall wild grass; the marble and granite headstones of a small nearby cemetery appear to float in the dense precipitation. The trees here are thick and lush, blocking the full moon's light, shrouding us in the night's shadows.
Angie's dress is now beyond half-way up those pale, shaved thighs. I sneak a glance up her dress—between her legs—where darkness hinders my view, but I can imagine all I want.
I get out and breathe in the cool night's air, then walk around to the passenger's side. Angie pops her door. Helping her out of her seat, I lift her and plop her cute butt on the vehicle's hood. She's sweet, innocent, beautiful and flirty. When our lips touch, her gloss smears and a delicious peach taste spreads through my mouth. "Rich and sweet ... like I'd always imagined," I say.
She kisses me but the crack of a nearby branch steals her attention. My touch brings her back, and again, we kiss; I slip her my tongue. As my hands move to her ass, she reciprocates the French kiss and I suck the saliva from her mouth.
Angie lies back against the windshield and when she does, I lift the skirt of her adorable dress, running my hands up soft, creamy thighs. She cautiously opens her legs a bit. I press my knuckles against her panties and gently rub that pussy, which is radiating so much heat, it warms my fingers. I kiss her lips again, this time feeling her tongue slip into my mouth.
I pull back and admire her beauty; God ... these gorgeous eyes.
As I grip her underwear, she lifts her butt and I remove them, my fingers trailing all the way down her legs to her feet, as I do, then I sink my mouth into her young pussy, my tongue lapping between her pretty labia—her soft pink folds of silk flesh—tasting the sweet juice that seeps from her slit. She moans for me, asking for more.
