In a word, WOW! That pretty much describes my life over the past two weeks. It is very funny how life causes chaos out of the order that we accomplish for ourselves. I am thirty-eight in another month here, still young enough to enjoy life, and I have spent those thirty-plus years creating an organized, smooth-running life for myself, and my daughter, Marilynn. Marilynn is the center of my world, my only reason for living since her mother passed away over three years ago. Marilynn entered my life when I was only seventeen and her mother, Angie was 16. We were a couple of dumb kids, I can admit that. However, Marilynn was more than worth all of the stupidity.
Anyway, two weeks ago tomorrow, Marilynn was enjoying the overly warm weather that we have had this year in Michigan. She was decked out in a string bikini, a smile, and not much else. I was cleaning up the yard as she laid out to work on her tan. She just turned 20 in April, and her brown hair trails down to the center of her back in a very wavy manner that accents her very nice young body.
As I was watching her, I couldn't help but notice how much she looks like her mother and I enjoyed letting my imagination run free for a little while. Something that I haven't done since Angie died from cancer. I allowed my eyes to travel along the curves of Marilynn's legs and across her sexy ass, noticing the small size of her waist and then taking the time to mentally cup her breasts in my hands and guess that they have grown into around a 34C. Suddenly I realized where I was, and that this wasn't my sweet Angie, but my very own daughter!!
I quickly started working on the lawn again, trying not to think the thoughts that I had been thinking, and trying not to notice that my imagination managed to get my 7 inch constant companion up and ready for action!! After about five or so minutes of trying to wait for the "swelling" to go down, I decided to take matters into my own hands and walked the long way around our three bedroom, light blue house in this very small town, and going into my bedroom.
As soon as I was in my small, brown paneled room, I fell onto the king sized water bed. After a couple of minutes, my mind and my hand began to wander and I started fantasizing about Angie, running my hand down inside my Bermuda shorts to stroke my cock ever so slowly. Thinking of Angie and I making love, I pushed my shorts down under my balls so I could enjoy the full length strokes that I had moved up to. Suddenly, my bedroom door came open and Marilynn was standing there looking straight at my hard cock, which was softening because of the shock of being interrupted.
Marilynn quickly apologized and ran down the hall to her room, I heard her bedroom door slam shut and couldn't figure out exactly what I should or even could do! I decided to approach this like the adults that we are, I pulled my clothes back into place and started walking down the hall to her room when the phone rang in the living room. I turned around and went to answer the phone, regretting it and being thankful for being "saved by the bell", so to speak. After spending about 2 or 3 minutes on the phone with my brother and telling him I really didn't care if he borrowed some DVDs this weekend, I started out back down the hall to talk to my Marilynn. As I reached the door and got ready to knock, I heard Marilynn's heavy breathing and the unmistakable sounds of passion and a bed creaking. I know I shouldn't have listened in, but with all the other confusion going on that day over the timespan of less than an hour, I just couldn't help myself from eavesdropping a little.
"Oh Daddy. Yes, touch me there. Yes, I loved seeing your cock, I love you! I need your cock so bad! I don't want anyone else, just let me touch it, kiss it oh yes, right there." I could hear Marilynn's moans and cries of pleasure. I wasn't quite sure what to do, again! I started to turn back down the hall to finish my yard work and I didn't realize just how close I was to her door and my hand hit the doorknob. I quickly rushed down the hall so that I wouldn't look like some sick pervert listening in on my own daughter masturbating. "Daddy?! Can I talk to you for a minute please?? You always told me that I could talk to you about anything!"
Turning around, I could tell that she had been doing something because her hair was just a little messed, and her bikini bottoms were a little crooked. I walked back down the hall as she walked into her bedroom. I followed her into her room and she moved around me to close the door and I could hear her as she latched the lock. Looking around the room, I couldn't help but notice that her bedspread had some wrinkles in it where she must have been laying only moments before. Marilynn walked by me and sat on the edge of her bed. I started to explain that masturbation was a healthy, normal thing and that I was sorry for not locking my bedroom door, but that since her mother had died, I hadn't found anyone to share my bed with, and then she interrupted me by standing up and putting a finger to my lips. A thought ran across my mind wondering if that was the finger that she had been using to bring herself pleasure.
Marilynn pushed me until I was sitting on the edge of her bed and then smiled at me. Reaching back, she untied her bikini top and took it off, revealing those beautiful breasts that I had been admiring earlier. She then dropped her bottoms, licking her lips like a child that wasn't sure if their parent would be proud or disappointed. "Daddy, I want to make love to you. Before you start talking about it being wrong or sick, I want you to understand. I love you, I have always loved you. I am an adult now, twenty years old, not a child! I know what I want, and I do know what I feel. I am in my second year of collage, and you haven't been with anyone since mom died, except me, and now I think it is time to take this to the next logical level. O.K., Daddy, say whatever you have to say now, I just wanted to make sure I got the chance to say what I feel."
I looked at her, I mean really looked at her like a man looks at a naked woman. I noticed her small nipples atop her firm creamy breasts. I noticed that she keeps all of her hair shaved off of her pussy. I even noticed that she had a small birthmark on her hip, in the same spot as mine. I didn't know of this woman in front of me, I only knew of my daughter that was no longer here. I stood up and moved to her, taking her in my arms and kissing her on the cheek. She then turned her head and kissed me on the lips, her tongue sliding between my lips to dance gently with my tongue. I know that in my head my mind was screaming that this was wrong, that she was my daughter, but the only thing that those protests did was cause my cock to grow even harder then I could ever remember it being. I moved her to fall down on the bed and kissed my way down to her breasts, sucking each one for a little while, before I lowered my head to her sweet, bald pussy. As soon as my mouth made contact with her sex, Marilynn let loose with a loud moan and her pussy let loose with a gush of liquid.
"Daddy, I have to have your cock, I need it, let me have you inside me. In my pussy, or my mouth, I don't care, just let me have it!" Marilynn grabbed at my shoulders and pulled me, so I went in the direction that she wanted. She reached between us and guided my hardness into her wet, tight pussy. Almost as soon as I was fully inside her velvet softness, I couldn't hold back and I came. Years of pent up frustration shot out of me filling my beautiful daughter's pussy. Judging by the way that she was scratching my back, I knew that she was cumming with me.