It had been two weeks since my daughter Sam discovered my incest fetish. To my surprise, she didn't hate me for it and found herself getting aroused by the stories of fathers fucking their daughters. Unlike myself she was brave enough to imagine the two of us together and then in the heat of emotion it happened. The next day was like any other, but occasionally I would catch her smiling at me with a certain knowing or I would catch myself looking to long at her young body. We hadn't had the chance to talk about it since my wife was typically home, but I knew I wanted it to happen again. I just didn't know how she felt until she instant messaged me at the office.
"When, dad?" she wrote.
"When, what?" I typed back.
"lol. I think you know? When are we going to fuck again?"
Even though I had licked her asshole and buried my cock into her tight pussy, I still had trouble believing that my daughter could be so brash.
"You want me to fuck u?" I responded.
"Yes."
"Are you daddy's slut know?"
"Yes."
"What does daddy's slut want?" I typed.
"For u to fuck me." she answered.
"Tomorrow." I wrote back.
":) Yay!!"
I knew that I was playing with fire, that I could go to jail, or that my wife Charlene could discover, but the intensity of our forbidden sex was too much to bear. Even if the more rational, more traditionally moral part of my brain was working, I don't think it would have been able to make much of an argument against Sam's shaved pussy.
That night at dinner, I developed a terrible cough.
"God Gary," Charlene said, "when did you come down with that?"
"It's nothing dear, I just have a bit of a head cold"
I coughed harder, dropping my fork to cover my mouth.
"That doesn't sound so good, dad," Sam said, trying to hold back her smile.
"I'm fine. You women just worry too much."
"Well, if it keeps up, I think you should stay home," Charlene said.
The cough did keep up. I kept myself awake half the night coughing until Charlene shoved a spoonful of cough medicine down my throat knocking me out. When I woke up that morning there was a note on the bathroom mirror from Charlene letting me know that she had called the office. I admit that I felt bad about deceiving a woman who cared so much for me. But then I walked downstairs.
Samantha was watching TV in the living room in an old t-shirt and a pair of panties. Her smooth legs were pulled up so her knees touched her chin. Her pussy puffed out from between her thighs. All thoughts of my wife drifted from my mind.
"Morning, dad," she said.
"Morning, sweetheart."
"We're bad, dad. Fooling mom like that."
"You mean that?"
"Yeah, but I don't care," she answered, a wicked smile crossing her face.
"Why not, baby?"
"Because I can't get enough of that hard cock of yours."
She was right. My cock was sticking straight out against my loose pajama bottoms. It was like I was eighteen again. My vixen of a daughter had brought a new energy to my life.
"You are terribly naughty."
"Are you going to spank me again?" she asked.
"Might," I answered. "Let's see how the day goes."
"What do you have in mind?" she asked.
"Well first, I have some questions, if you don't mind. I feel like I hardly know you. You're so sexual."
"Ask away, dad."
"When did you lose your virginity, baby?"
"When I was thirteen."
I almost became mad.
"Don't you think that's a little young?" I asked.
"Are you really going to reprimand me?" she retorted.
"I suppose not. How many lovers have you had?"
"Six."
"What's the wildest thing you've ever done?"
"Besides fucking my dad?"
"Yeah, besides that."
"I let one guy fuck me while I sucked off another. Anymore questions?"
"Why isn't your mouth around my cock?"
"I was wondering the same thing," she answered and stood up from the couch.
I didn't move. I couldn't take my eyes off her. I could make out her erect nipples through her t-shirt and her c-cups swayed slightly as she walked toward me. She leaned in close to my ear and let out a his before dropping to her knees. She pulled my pajama bottoms down and I pulled off my t-shirt. She licked the bottom of my shaft and cupped my balls in her hand as she kissed her way back down toward the base of my cock.
"Does mom kiss your cock?" she asked.
I looked down at her, not really liking this line of questioning.
"I don't think we should bring your mother. . ."
She squeezed my balls tighter—too tight.
"Does mom kiss your cock?"
"Yes," I answered, surprised that my daughter was suddenly in charge.
"Can she suck the whole eight inches?" she asked, licking the tip.
"No," I answered and with that she put the head into her mouth. She swirled her tongue along the base of my head an sucked gently, barely moving her head. Then she leaned forward and my cock was down her throat and her nose was buried into my pelvis.
"Oh god, baby," I moaned, as she pulled back.
"I thought I'd do something special for you," she said and then put my cock back in.
If I questioned my daughters experience before, all doubts were washed away. She worked my rod like a pro, while massaging my balls. It almost surprised me however, when she reached around and began massaging my asshole. My knees quacked.
"You want me to finger your ass, dad?" she asked me.
"Yeah, baby. I do."
She licked her middle finger and reached behind me while putting my cock back into her warm inviting mouth. Her finger worked it's way into my tight asshole, pushing on my money spot. With her free hand she reached between my legs and massaged my balls.
"Oh yeah, baby," I said, "just like that. Make, daddy come in your mouth. Make me shoot my cum down your throat."
Right on cue she wiggled the full length of her finger into my ass and I felt my body begin to quake.
"Here it comes, darling," I said, as I shot my sticky warm cum into her waiting mouth.
