Abbey closed her eyes. If her father decided to reject her, she couldn't bear to see him leave. Then, so gently it could have been the warm breeze, she felt a touch on her leg. She opened her eyes.
Daddy kneeled between her legs, his fingers brushing against her bare skin right under the hem of her dress. He didn't look at her, but as she watched, he pinched the floral fabric between his finger and pull up. She felt the warm breeze on the wetness between her legs, and she shuddered slightly. He laid the fabric back, leaving her lower half naked to him and the sky.
He trailed his fingers up the inside of her thigh, so slowly she nearly screamed from impatience. Her cunt felt like it was on fire, and she just need him to touch it...
She realized she could hear him breathing hard. His brow was furrowed. She let out a soft sigh, and let her legs fall open wider. She heard his breath stop for a moment, but his hand stayed on her leg. It moved higher, pressing gently against her bare flesh.
The sunlight dappled across the ground. Suddenly his hand was at the top of her leg, his fingers nearly brushing her hot, wet lips. Abbey held her breath.
Then he touched her. His large, calloused thumb pressed into her hot, slick lips.
"Shit Abbey," he muttered.
A thrill went through Abbey, and she couldn't help as a moan escaped her. She watched, breathing heavily, as he brought his other hand up, with both thumbs, pulled her lips apart. The breeze chilled her wet core, and she shuddered again. She could feel his hands trembling, and she looked at him.
"Daddy?" she said softly, and he finally looked up at her. His hands still pressed against her cunt, and she could feel her warm juices trickling out.
His face was flushed, and his lips were parted slightly.
Abbey nodded, her heart pounding, "Please." She whispered.
He groaned, and the low, guttural noise shot straight to Abbey's clit, and she moaned again.
In a few quick movements, he lay on his stomach on the grass. Abbey felt his breath against her cunt. His fingers pushed her lips apart again, and suddenly she felt his tongue pressing against her hot, eager flesh.
She tastes so good... so fucking good.
He thought, his eyes closed as he pressed his tongue deeper between his daughter's thick, hot pussy lips. Jason couldn't remember the last time his wife had let him go down on her, but had she tasted this good? Had she ever?
Jason slid his hands under Abby's round ass and held on as he pushed his face deeper. Her hot, slick juices coated his cheeks and chin, and he couldn't help it as a moan escape him. He felt, rather than heard, Abby moan in return
What would her mom think?
Jason though, and guilt burned at his stomach as his tongue circled his daughter's clit. Suddenly he felt something on his head, in the next moment realized Abby's hands were in his hair. She cried out, her clit swelling and throbbing under his tongue. He kissed and sucked on her puffy lips, drinking in her lustful scent and sweet juices. His cock ached as it pressed against his pants. His cock had never come back so quickly in his life. Save for his teenage years, where nearly anything could get him rock hard in an instant.
"Daddy..." Abby moaned.
Jason shuddered as her voice washed through him. The wrongness of it burned at him. The word 'sin' reverberated in his head as he pressed his tongue into her tight, virginal pussy.
"Daddy..."
He brought a hand up to rub her clit as he lapped inside her.
Sin.
"Daddy!"
He moved his hand down and slid one finger inside her tight, hot pussy.
Sin, sin.
"Aah, daddy!" She cried out as she came. Her whole body arched and shook as her pussy clamped down on his invading finger. Jason moaned as he licked and sucked at her quivering flesh. He slurped as her hot juices dribbled out. He felt gluttonous as he pressed his face into his daughter.
Sin, sin, sin.
Finally, gently, he felt Abby relax. Her ass came back down to the ground, and Jason lifted his head. She was panting heavily, and her eyes were closed.
He sat up, looking down at her flushed face, and the rapid rise and fall of her chest.
Guilt and shame unexpectedly slammed into him, and he hurriedly wiped his mouth. His cheeked burned as he pressed his shirt sleeve into his mouth. He could still taste her sweetness on his tongue.
"Oh Christ," he groaned, and looked up at the sky.