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.
"Daddy?"
He looked down. She was smiling gently up at him.
"Daddy, that was so amazing. How can it be bad we I feel so good?" She sighed, and stretched out her body.
"Because it is," he muttered, gently stroking her flushed face. "Don't you know why this is so wrong?"
She took his hand, "Daddy, if God didn't want this to happen, He would have stopped us," she responded, and quickly sat up so she was more eye level with him, "It could have started raining, you could have gotten a phone call, mom might not have left..." she stared into his eyes, "But look at us! No rain, no call, no being struck by lightning!" She took his hand, and brought his index finger up to her lips. "You are Lot, I am your daughter, and we are the only ones in the world."
Jason sat, transfixed, as Abby opened her beautiful, plump lips and pressed them against his finger. Her tongue swirled around the tip, then her head tipped as she pushed his finger into her warm mouth. His cock ached in response.
He slowly withdrew his hand, and then cupped her face.
"Abby, are you sure you want to do this?" he asked softly, "If we go on, we can never go back..."
He stopped as she smiled at him, "I know Daddy. I've wanted this for a long time... and hearing you call out my name when you came earlier let me know that you want me too."
"Abby... I didn't mean—"
She shook her head, "Daddy, that was the most erotic thing I have ever seen," she said, looking into his eyes, "It doesn't have to be a secret anymore..." she whispered.
God, forgive me.
Jason groaned and pressed his mouth against hers. She melted into his arms, and opened her mouth, letting him in. He pressed his tongue inside, swirling it with hers. Jason slid his arms around her body, searching for a zipper. When he found it, he quickly pulled it down. He pulled back from Abby's sweet lips. She was panting, and she blinked slowly. He tipped his head, pressing his lips against her neck. He groaned as he tasted her sweet sweat and gentle perfume. He pressed her back until she was laying down.
In one, swift motion he straddled her, his hard cock pressed against her leg as he bent over her. He grabbed the straps of her dress and slowly pulled them down. The dappled sunlight reflected off her dewy skin as he revealed more and more of it. Finally, with a final tug, her breasts came free of the fabric. Jason groaned as he gazed down at them. They were two, perfect globes, peaked by large, puffy pink nipples. He leaned in, and the sunlight reflected off the silver cross that hung between her breasts. He paused, then gently kissed the cold metal before moving his head and kissing up her right breast until his lips wrapped around her nipple.
She gasped, and her nipple quickly became hard under his tongue. He sucked, gently pulling on the nipple with his lips, and then with his teeth. His other hand came up to grasp her other breast, her hard nipple pressing into his palm. A suddenly memory of sucking on his wife's breasts filled his mind. But she had never liked it. Not like Abby. And just like that he dismissed the memory, and the guilt with it. His wife was a good mother, but she valued her job and her Christian values over being a good wife. To her, and her friends, sex was only for child creation, and she since didn't want any more children, there hadn't been sex for years. Jason had been alright with that decision. For a while. When he had started lusting after his daughter, he berated himself, blaming his sexless marriage on his lustful thoughts. But after months of watching, he realized he didn't feel this way about anyone else. No other woman caught his eye and made him feel the way Abby did. Abby was so different. Perfectly different.
"Daddy..." Abby moaned, her chest rising and falling.
