"Looks like I have a mess to clean up," Jen said, that teasing smile spreading across her face again.
I looked at her beautiful face and into her intoxicating eyes. "I don't regret a single thing," I replied. What just happened only deepened the love that I had for my daughter, but it had become a new thing and much more exciting than it was before we had each turned in for the evening.
Without much thought, I climbed fully onto her bed and scooted up so that I was above her, my hands on either side of her shoulders, her spread legs flanking my hips, and my half-hard cock pointing directly at her pussy.
I looked into her eyes and gazed deep into her soul. She looked back at me, waiting with anticipation and wonder at what I was doing.
After just a moment, I bent my head down and moved in to kiss her. Not only as a daughter, but as a young woman who had seriously sparked a desire and need for more of her essence.
Jen's eyes widened as my mouth found hers. My lips pressed against her own full, soft lips. A sensual kiss that started to rip open the door of passion once more. My tongue explored the contour of her upper lip, just barely making contact. Her eyes were half-closed as she melted into the kiss. I could hear and feel my daughter whimper into my mouth.
I stayed there for a moment longer, our lips locked in a lover's kiss, then I reluctantly pulled back. Jen's searched my face, unsure of what I was up to. I didn't respond, but only tried to count the gold flecks in her brown eyes.
When I didn't answer, she said, "Do that again."
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My father works at a private clinic as a physical therapist. He's not a body builder or anything, but he does like to keep in shape. Being a former athlete, working out is just part of his lifestyle. And, my goodness, does it show. My dad's short brown hair and green eyes compliment the rest of his physique. I'm not surprised that the guys I find myself attracted to usually end up closely resembling him. And boy, oh boy, did I like the bonus material I was seeing.
I looked up at my dad, surprised that he kissed me, but how wonderful it felt. Electricity still tingled through my face from feeling my dad's tongue on my lip and then exploring inside my mouth. The faint remnants of his cologne filled my nose and created a desire to be closer. My dad's strong, muscular body looked so big, as he balanced himself over me. My body looked even more petite and small in comparison. He was looking down at me to gauge my reaction to his kiss with eyes that were full of love and passion for his baby girl.
Finally, I thought, after so many times of sneaking into my parents' room to spy on my dad while he slept. My pussy would get so creamy sneaking in his room and seeing his bare, nicely shaped ass, with his ball sack nestled between his legs and resting on the sheets of his bed. Sometimes I would get to see his penis, but it was never hard in his sleep - at least when I was being a peeping tom. Oh, how I wished it were though.
My dad's body hair is just right -- not too much and just the right amount in the right places. I would get as close to him as I dared and lean into his body to breathe in his masculine, musky scent. My favorite was sniffing his crotch if it happened to be where I could get close enough. His pheromones would always cause sexual desire to course through my girl parts.
Once, his penis smelled like pussy, and I knew that he had fucked mom that night. I wanted him to fuck me instead. I would be so turned on that I'd put my hand in my soaked panties and rub my clit while lusting for my naked father lying right in front of me.
Thankfully, I never got caught doing that.
But now, with my dad fully naked and hovering over my half-naked body in my own bed, I was still surprised at how quickly things had progressed between us. My fantasies and wet dreams had started to come true. But I didn't want things to end quite yet; I wanted to savor every moment of what was happening between us.
My daddy's kiss melted me all over again. I wanted more, but he just stayed quiet and silent while searching my face for a reaction. My body was screaming for more of my dad's attention - more kissing and touching and groping each other. I was uncertain about why he had paused, so I said, "Do that again."
My lustful, brown eyes pleaded for him to repeat that passionate kiss. The words were barely out of my mouth before I reached up and hooked my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down to me. My dad needed no encouragement. Our lips locked in our second kiss, just as gentle as the first but quickly adding to our barely controlled passion.
I didn't wait for my dad's tongue to seek mine again. I darted my own soft, pink tongue against his lips. He parted them as I shoved my tongue deep into his open mouth. The hand around my dad's neck pulled his face hard against mine as our tongues started to dance and intertwine. Our gasps for air and moans into each other's mouths quietly filled the night's silence.
My whole body turned to fire. I felt my small nipples harden against my t-shirt, and the electricity from our make-out session went straight to my pussy, the moisture inside my vagina starting to build again. I could feel some of my juiciness seeping out between my flowered labia and making its way to my butthole. My toes curled and uncurled as I held my legs open to each side of my father's body.
We continued our passionate kissing, smashing our mouths together and devouring each other's lips and tongues. The heat coursing through me drove a need for me to be as close to my dad as possible. Instinctively, I moved my feet around to the base of my dad's back and used my leg muscles to pull his body directly down on top of me so that we were fully pressed together.
His hips easily complied to the pressure of my feet, and I felt my dad settle down against my inner thighs. My legs stayed wrapped around his body. In this position, I could feel my dad's semi-soft dick nestle into my gaping wet crevice; the length of his shaft perfectly lined up and laying in the channel separating my soft labia. My whole body shivered with pleasure. I moaned low and long into my father's mouth, more eagerly kissing him while his cock made subtle movements against my molten core and swollen clitoris.
Within moments, my dad rested most of the rest of his weight on my chest, keeping some of his weight balanced on his elbows with his arms bent and on the outside of my own. My pebble-hard nipples were making little tents in my t-shirt and his pecks were pressed down against them. My dad's body felt so good lying on top of me, and I felt so small and helpless under him. It was an amazing and comforting feeling.
We kissed and made out some more with my arms wrapped around his torso and stroking his back up and down, encouraging him to press his body even more against mine. The instinctual movement of his hips made my pussy quiver for more. The pedals of my slick labia massaged his cock head and shaft. I could tell that my slippery pussy was delivering wonderful sensations for my dad. His penis was starting to get hard again.
Then my dad lifted off my upper body. I was startled because I thought things were suddenly stopping, but quickly realized that wasn't the case. His hand started to roam over my upper body, sliding down my side to the hem of my t-shirt, and pushed it up my torso. I could feel a trail of tingling nerve endings in the wake of his fingertips traveling from my hip, up my belly, and bumping across my ribs.
The anticipation built quickly, and my body tensed up with desire to have my daddy's hand touch my boobs. He didn't keep me waiting. My chest swelled when his fingers met the curve of my breast, sliding around to the side while his thumb took up position on the opposite side. My dad used his strong fingers to cup and squeeze my breast, and I let out a pleasant sigh at this new sensation.
"Mmmmm, Dad," I whispered. "That feels nice."
Without stopping any of his movements, he responded, "Sweetheart, I love everything about you. I'm very glad you're enjoying this." My heart fluttered with his praise.
He bent down again to kiss my lips as his hand kneaded the firm but squishy flesh. I could feel his forefinger and thumb come together and pinch my hard, rose-pink nipple, gently smushing the sensitive nub and giving it a little twist. I moaned into his mouth again as the sensations made my body twist, and the pleasant thrill shot straight to my clit where my father's dick was still providing a pleasant pressure against the entire length of my oozing, open gash.
After another moment of making out, I felt my dad's mouth move away from mine and start planting kisses down my jaw line to my ear. Our passion and attraction for each other stirred fires of lust in both of us. My chest heaved from my deep breathing, a physical response to the amazing feelings my father was drawing out of me.