Like a ghost, she was gone.
Only the strange ache in his balls and the slight trickle of cum leaking from his cock was evidence of what had just happened. Well, that and the still warm spot on the bed next to him and the fragrance of her shampoo in the air. He valiantly tried to bend his mind back into his role as a devoted father and faithful husband....but it was no use. "Daddy, come tuck me in please?" echoed in his brain with deafening insistence. Unable to resist, he swung out of bed and stood up, snapping his waistband to flip his still swollen cock back inside his underwear. Almost trancelike, he walked out of the room and straight down the hall to his daughter's bedroom. Down at the end of the hall, a soft glow of moonlight illuminated the open doorway and drew him to his doom as surely as any torch ever seduced a moth.
There she sat, facing him, on the edge of her bed, still wearing the babydoll nighty she had on a minute ago. She sat stone still watching him.... knees together, hands to her sides.... with her long red hair framing an angelic face and backlight by the moonlight from her bedroom window, casting a silvery halo about her head and shoulder. Her eyes, dark pools of hypnotic attraction, followed him as he entered her room and shut her door behind him.
He stepped closer.....watching her eyes and face as she watched him....in a silence only broken by the pounding of his own pulse in his ears. He could see her soft beautiful lips.....the lips that just.... He broke his gaze away only to have it fall on the outline of her breasts under the nighty.....rising and falling with her breath. He looked back at her face again....into her eyes.....questioning.
She watched her daddy come to her doorway and then enter her room.....and then watched him close the door behind him. Her breath was ragged in her chest and she could hear her own heartbeat pounding in her chest. He came close....his wonderful gentle daddy eyes searching her face....even falling to look at her chest. The moonlight behind her illuminated his body before her in stark detail. For a 51 year old man, her daddy was no slouch. His face was wrinkled, sure, but in a sexy kind of way and his body, marked and scarred from his life, weathered by his years, was still firm and lean. And his cock....with that thought she tore her eyes back to his face.....unsure.....but committed.....questioning her daddy with her eyes.
He reached out to stroke her cheek.....the backs of his fingers caressing one jawline to her neck. Jassie only arched her neck against him. He leaned forward, taking the hem of her nightdress in both hands, and lifted it gently over her head. Before him sat a young woman of such amazing beauty....the perfection of 18 years of genetic wonder....that he felt his breath catch in his throat. The idea that this woman before him was his innocent baby daughter was hopelessly lost in the raging lust that threatened to take him over completely. Her hair, long and thick, a flaming shade of red interspersed with natural blonde highlights looked like nothing so much as spun gold. Her eyes, large and round, were an intensely vivid green, flecked with gold and brown and framed with dark, seductive lashes. Her face was egg-shaped, lightly dusted with freckles and with the perfect complexion so prevalent among the most nubile of young women.
She watched her Daddy's eyes as he lifted her nightgown over her head....watching them examine her face and then body in intense detail. She watched him drop his gaze to her breasts.....almost pulsing now from her heartbeat.....the swollen globes capped with small brown nipples that were now so hard they hurt. She watched him as his eyes roamed down her belly....to the soft tuft of red hair that marked the hidden valley of her most special place....and down the long sleek legs that her soccer coach had such trouble not staring at. Still watching, she saw him reach for her breasts...cupping one in each hand....and felt the touch of his hand burning across her skin. He caressed her for a few seconds there.....lifting and lightly squeezing these proofs of her sexual adulthood....before he slipped his hand along her sides and lifted her to her feet.
She stood there before him.....totally nude....fantastically nude.....his babygirl in a nearly grown woman's body.....standing toe to toe with him.....the erect nipples of her amazing breasts only a fraction of an inch from his own chest.....her entrancing green eyes locked steadily...questioning....on his. His head lowered of its own accord....his lips gently brushing hers...feeling their softness accept him....opening for him. He kissed his daughter with a passion that threatened to burst through his heart and consume the both of them.....devouring her sweet lips....teasing her with fleeting touches of his tongue.....pressing forward, his lips fully melded with hers....as his arms swept around her back and pulled her tight against his body.
Finally....he broke the kiss.....gently lifting her into the air...and setting her back on the bed. He continued forward, renewing his kisses but now on her neck and throat....pressing her backwards and down.....stretching her nude body upon the bed....a bed still made up in sheets decorated with unicorns and fairies. His kisses trailed down her neck and then along her collarbone......his chin, unshaven since morning rough on the soft swell of her upper breast. Lower, he slid backwards...his mouth descending.....and kissing his daughter's nipple.....feeling it's rubbery hardness against his lips.....and then sucking that delicious nubbin into his devouring mouth.