Miguel, 42-year old husband to Melanie, and father to 18-year old Melissa, had recently developed a secret but blatant fetish for the taboo act of incest. He would never in his wildest dreams think of his daughter in such a forbidden way, but nonetheless, the idea of a father indulging himself in his own innocent teenage daughter more than excited his 8-inch cock. You could say he was first introduced to the fetish when he started getting hooked on internet chat, in particular the day he came across the incest room. At first it was curiosity, which soon turned to interest, which finally burst into full fascination.
Miguel was not the type to be attracted to such a sin. But then again, who does fit the type? Miguel was a wonderful provider for his wife and daughter, making over 85,000 a year as a purchasing agent for a Fortune 500 company. And Melanie also contributed financially as a marketing executive who spent much time on business trips. Miguel would upkeep the house while his wife was away. Like Melanie often remarked, he was a stellar husband. Two years prior, because of his generosity, he even took in his elderly 65-year old father, as any model son would do in order to keep him out of an elder home. At 6 foot tall, Miguel was a handsome Latino man - black wavy hair, brown eyes, and a fine chiseled body - perhaps the splitting image of Enrique Iglesias. And like the Mexican heartthrob singer, Miguel also chased after beautiful Caucasian women. His wife Melanie was no Anna Kournikova, but she came pretty close. Her slender thin body more then exemplified her beautiful hips, her perfect 36C white melon breasts, and her robust J-Lo ass. All topped off by big Angelina Jolie lips on one of the sexiest faces outlined by long blonde hair.
Their daughter Melissa inherited all their beauty and none of their flaws. Her skin was the perfect balance - a soft and inviting cocoa blend. Her hair was an elaborate dirty blonde, which at 18-years old now fell down to her beautiful round breasts. Like many Latin women, she was blessed with beautiful, broad, and large areolas. And her mother's robust ass also made its way down the hereditary ladder.
As sexy and delicious as Melissa was, her father Miguel never saw her in such light. But as every day passed, and his on-line incest infatuation intensified, so did his view of his daughter. He began noticing everything about her that before seemed so innocent. Now when she wore a white t-shirt with panties and no bra underneath, he didn't see his little girl, he saw a cock-teasing slut. When she would cuddle up to him while watching television and rest her smooth slender legs over him, he didn't see a daughter, he saw a flirting whore. When she jumped ever so slightly at him to deliver a hug, he didn't see a daughter being loving, but a sex toy bouncing her wonderful bouncy tits onto his chest. And when she wore short shorts around the house, and unknowingly revealed her pink shaven slit while sitting improperly, he didn't warn her, he just reluctantly stared with lustful delight.
Miguel's incest fetish soon became obsession. When Melissa would go out on dates, he would masturbate while thinking of his innocent daughter being fucked by some college hunk, wishing one day he would be able to enjoy the same benefit. As days went by, his defilement of her lead to his rummaging through the dirty hamper, hoping to find some of Melissa's soiled panties, where he could breath in her sexual odor, or perhaps get a taste of her sweet juices. And more frequently when he fucked his wife Melanie at night, he pretended his daughter was the one below him.
It soon came apparent that he had to do something to indulge his fantasy. He loved his daughter like no one else, but he had to discover a way to love her like no father should ever love his daughter. A father trying to bed his own daughter is the most difficult thing to do, and Miguel almost gave up his pondering until one day a viable solution presented itself. One Friday night, while Melanie was away on business for a couple of weeks, Melissa came in to Miguel's room to talk to her father.
"Daddy, I have to tell you something, and I don't know how to," she said pausing, trying to hold back a tear.
"Melissa, you have always been able to confide in me," he reminded his daughter. "Don't stop now."
As he reassured her, Miguel could not avoid eyeing his daughter, who was still wearing her cute and sexy high school uniform. The shiny black shoes, knee-high white socks, navy blue skirt, and low buttoned white blouse really enticed his manhood.
"Well...when I got home from school today...and tried to say hi to grandfather...he told me to sit on his lap," she stuttered. "I did as he said, thinking nothing of it until he started stroking me in an inappropriate way."
After some intense feelings of anger and betrayal, Miguel began feeling an unusual feeling of arousal. Had his 65-year old father, wrinkled and almost senile, really tried to take advantage of his own granddaughter?
"Are you sure Melissa? Your grandfather loves you dearly, are you sure he meant to handle you in such a way?"
"Daddy, I don't know," Melissa replied in a confused tone. "I mean, maybe he didn't mean anything by it but I really felt uncomfortable."
In trying to find something responsible to say, Miguel begin concocting his devious plan that would facilitate his now long incestuous obsession. He figured if he could somehow hang on to these incestuous talks with his daughter, somehow, someway, he could slowly railroad her into what he had been dreaming for months.
"Melissa, maybe you misunderstood your grandfather's intentions. Why don't you go sit with him and let me see if he tries anything?"
Melissa looked up at her father with sorrow filled eyes. She did not want to do as he said but she also knew her father always knew best. Miguel followed her daughter as she exited his room, mesmerized by her bouncy walk that caused her skirt to bounce up just enough to reveal a sliver of the white cotton panties underneath. Miguel stopped at the edge of his father's room, as Melissa went in to talk to her grandfather.
"Grandpa, you awake?" she asked, budging him as he sat in his chair dead asleep. "Grandpa!"
Miguel watched from afar as his daughter attempted to wake her grandfather.
"Oh, what, oh Melissa, it's you. How is my favorite granddaughter," he flirted as he grabbed her arms pulling her towards him. As he pulled her closer, he grabbed her by the face and innocently planted the usual grandpa kiss right on her lips.
Miguel watched without blinking, not really knowing what he had in mind. He started feeling guilty about making his daughter go into her grandfather's room, knowing she felt uncomfortable. His conscious started getting the better of him when all of a sudden he surrendered to lust. The slight white cotton panty peek he got earlier was now in full view. As Melissa bent over to kiss her grandfather, her skirt rose up exposing her gratuitous round ass leaking out the side of her tight panties. Before Miguel knew it, Melissa was sitting on her grandfather's lap, as she so often did. But this time it looked inappropriate, with her grandfather's hand stroking Melissa's smooth silky legs. Miguel decided to put an end to it by knocking on the door, and startling his old man.
