Good morning baby:
I keep receiving these wonderful e-mails from my little girl and it sends my mind flying back to the first time we made love.
Mummy is always gone; I suspect she has a lover after work most nights and weekends! So it has been just you and I. I come home from work early every day to make us supper and then send you off to do your homework while I clean up. I usually take my second coffee into the den to relax.
That first fateful night, I heard a loud thump from upstairs in the bathroom and I ran up to see if you were OK. The bathroom door was open and steam was pouring out. Without thinking I rushed in to see you had fallen in the shower and were lying there almost unconscious. I grabbed your slick body and wrapped you in a towel to take to your bedroom. It had been years - not since you were a little girl when I used to give you baths - that I had seen your naked body.
As I sat on the edge of your bed and cradled you, you started to come around and threw your arms around my neck and started to cry. I hushed you with words of love and repeated, "It's all going to be OK, baby". You snuggled into the crook of my arm and I could feel you warm breath on the side of my neck. Why was I feeling a stirring in my groin? This is my little girl!
I rubbed your skin until it was rosy red and you were warm and feeling better. I told you to put your nightie on and I would be back to tuck you in. Once again, I haven't done that for years either; you usually kissed me on the cheek downstairs and went to bed on your own. After all, you were just about through high school and at a mature 18, I knew how responsible you were.
I left you sitting on the edge of your bed, still wrapped in the towel, with another one you took from your nightstand drying your hair. I caught a glimpse of you watching me as I left the room with just the hint of a smile on your face. I wonder if you had felt my beginning erection. I hope not!
I went into my own bedroom, quickly showered and changed into my long terry gown. I always sleep raw but I was off to tuck you in. I came into your room and you only had your little dresser lamp on, so I could see your golden hair fanned out on the pillow (it was still longer than you wanted as it hung loosely down your back).
Although I loved the look, I was giving in to your requests to have it cut shorter to give you a more mature look. As my eyes grew more accustomed to the darker room, I saw the sheet covering your body slip slightly lower to expose the tops of your growing breasts.
My baby is growing into a beautiful young woman! "Daddy, please sit with me for a while. I feel so lonely since Mommy is never here"
"I am so sorry baby. I know I can't be Mom and Dad to you" I said sadly as I sat at the head of your bed with my legs outstretched.
"Oh Daddy! I love you so much! You have been wonderful to me and I only want to make you happy". With these words, you flung yourself from the sheets and on top of me. You were clad only in the sheerest baby doll top and a tiny thong and I could feel your breasts pressing into my chest as you ground your groin along my now full erection.
"Baby, this can't happen. It is so wrong!" I cried as I laid you back gently by my side.
You started to sob uncontrollably and my heart broke. Here you were without a mother and I had just shunned you. How could I be so cruel? As I turned to you to take you into my arms again, I saw how the baby doll had crept upwards to expose the creamy firmness of your tummy and I had the sudden urge to moisten my lips and kiss your body.
My cock tented my gown even though I tried to still my carnal urges - incest was wrong and illegal but you were just so beautiful and I hadn't been with a woman for more than five months.
To try and redirect my inappropriate feelings, I gathered you into my arms again and turned on the bedside light with a promise to read to you from your favourite book of romantic poetry. As I started to read, you snuggled into my side with your head on my chest and one leg thrown over mine.
After a couple of more intense poems, you asked me to turn to a certain page and read from there. As I turned the pages, a slip of paper fell out into my lap and you begged me to read it. As I opened it, I saw it was in your handwriting.
It was like a page from your private diary and as soon as I saw the opening. "Dear Diary". I looked into your eyes and told you that I couldn't read you most private thoughts.
"I want you to, Daddy. I wrote it for you"