Raylene was a hot sweet little treat, a filthy trashy little whore with an insatiable appetite for sex. Her hot soft 5'4" 125 pound 34C-24-34 body felt so nice against my 5'10" 185 pound muscular body.
Looking at her with her shoulder length blonde golden honey blonde hair in pigtails(one on each side giving that old Cindy Brady look from the 1970's) her crystal ice blue eyes and her sweet smile along with the farmer's daughter type of clothes she would wear would make you think she was the sweet little innocent girl next door. However nothing could be further from the truth.
Raylene could act like a sweet little charming down home country girl in public but get her in the bedroom then she was an hot little minx and nastier than a cheap two dollar whore.
Her favorite sexual position was sitting on my lap facing me with her hot little naked body pressed up against mine as she would wrap her legs around my body and bounce up and down on my cock riding me fast and furiously until she would cream, flooding my cock with her cum.
In response I would send my monster load deep inter her waiting pussy and she would purr with delight as my hot manhood pumped into her. She would also love to fuck me cowgirl and doggie style as she would grab the headboard and I would pound her hard from behind.
It was true that Raylene was what you would consider trailer trash yes, but the fact that most people who didn't know her that well was that she had a softer gentler side, but it was one she kept hidden under a tough exterior she had developed to protect herself or so she thought.
This side was manifest in a almost little girl like quality and playfulness she only made known to me in our times alone together when we would be at home alone. Deep inside that tough lioness like exterior beat the heart of a gentle loving kitten.
How would I know so much about Raylene, you may be asking yourself, well you see, I am much more than her lover I am also her father. However, it has only been in the last couple of years since she had moved in with me that our relationship has been incestual, and believe it our not it was her who made the first move. After that it just "evolved" until that one evening when we would cross the point of no return.
Growing up, I really didn't see much of Raylene after her fifth birthday. You see, her mom Mandy thought she was too good to be married to a rebel redneck piece of trash like me. Sure I was an factory worker who wasn't raking in the big bucks but it was an honest living and I was a hard working guy who loved his wife and family and did his best to care for them.
Mandy wanted out so she ran off with some hotshot who had lots of money and class and could get her out of the sticks. She took Raylene but with me parents help I was able to fight for the right to see her two weeks in the summer starting at age 9 and then later in her teen years it was up to six weeks.
During her teen years Raylene began to rebel and her mother blamed me for her "trashy ways" as she called them. I was not ashamed of my redneck upbringing and I told Raylene that she should not be afraid to embrace the rebel side of herself either. It was a part of who she was.
Starting at age 16 she would get wild and she got in trouble and was sentenced to 3 year in a juvenile home and at age nineteen when she was released she came to live with me.
I told her I didn't have much but a 2 bedroom one bath 800 square foot single wide trailer and it would be kind of cramp but she said that was fine.
"After all we're both adults now, she said and "I am not afraid being seen naked if your not," she added with a grin "Besides you changed my diapers when I was little and everything is still where it was," she said jokingly and with that nothing more was said.
Over the next month or so our relation ship would grow slowly more intimate. Raylene was not ashamed of her body and was not afraid to let me see her naked or other wise.
Around the house when it was just us after she would get home from slinging hash at the diner she would take bath and get what she would consider comfy. I would come in at 5;30 from working at the plant and she would have supper made.
Most of the time would be sitting on the sofa in a white ribbed cotton tight fitting tank top which you could see her sumptuous breast through , white cotton panties and socks. She would be smoking a cigarette, drinking a beer and watching T.V. and when I would come in she would get up and greet me with a hug and kiss
At first the hugs and kisses were "daughterly" but as time went on the hugs grew firmer and her body would press up against mine and soon the kisses evolved from pecks on the cheek to deep probing kisses on the lips.
In the evenings when we were relaxing together after supper it went from one person sitting on the sofa and one in the easy chair to both of us sitting on the sofa to us on the sofa with her curled up in my lap with my arms around her waist and my hands would be resting in her lap between her legs.
During these intimate moments I would find my hand begin to softly stroke her hair and Raylene would just look up at me smile and cuddle herself closer and tighter to me. It was one of these evenings (a Friday) when we would cross the line from father daughter to lovers and once crossed we never looked back.
This particular evening Raylene was looking exceptionally hot. She she had abandoned the ribbed tank top for a an old shirt she had converted into a halter top that barely covered her boobs and had cut away the neck line and made it so that it was a plunging v-shaped opening about 8 inches across so you could not help but see her breasts.
We were on the couch and Raylene cuddled up to me and she purred "Mmmmmm Johnny Ray, this is nice." My hands began to softly rub her body and with her help they found their way under her shirt so that I was barely touching the bottom of her breasts.
Nothing was said for about five minutes or so and soon my hands cupped her breasts and she just purred with delight and didn't protest but looked up at me put her hand on the side of my face and smiled.
