Let me tell you a story of my love for my little girl, Shawna Mariah Beasley. I'm Jason Turner and have a somewhat athletic build with a stature of 5'10". Having a 7" dick never hurt any women I came across in life. I possess an average featured face enshrouded with dark wavy hair.
After her mother, Sarah, and I been together for three years, our junior year in school, we had been deeply in love. We moved into an apartment after graduating, and within half a year she became pregnant. Everything was going well, or so I thought, after the first year, but rather the most trivial things got her upset. She would walk out, leaving Shawna with me to care for weeks at length, until she would return with a contrite and humble look on her face. Of course I would receive her with open arms, because I loved her with such a deep love and because she was the mother of my darling little girl.
Sarah's fickleness became so outrageous over the early years of Shawna's life that every time her mom left, she would crawl into bed with me for comfort. This continued until the third year of her tender life, due to the unreliability of Sarah's presence (or the lack thereof) became the most unsettling part of her development. That's when her world, as well as my own, was turned upside down. Her mother concluded that the responsibilities of being a mother and partner was too much for her to bear, so she turned parental custody over to me and left after I demanded she do so... for good this time. For some bazaar reason, Shawna would retain her mother's last name.
From the loss of her mother, Shawna became a timid little girl, even up through her teen years. At the age of 17 she was able to tolerate electrical storms only by curling up on the couch while hugging a pillow and/or leaning up against me for moral support. So when that momentous storm came, it brought on a memorable turn of events; one that produced not fear but passion. It was an event that would forever create something much more than tension that a storm could bring on; it was a sexual frenzy in our relationship, from being her father to being her lover.
It was one horrific thunder and lightning storm we've had in decades that Friday afternoon, to which Shawna had never experienced the likes of before. It continued on into the early evening hours and would be the catalyst of our closer connection and would last a lifetime.
Side note.
Before... whenever a storm like that would come along, she would shriek and race to where I was, jump into my lap and hug me so intensely, so much that I thought she'd squeeze the life out of me, or cower like a scared animal in the corner of her bedroom. Up to her mid-teens, It mattered not if we were at home or in public; she'd jump in my lap, shake as she mumbled words of terror. Somehow being in my arms, hearing the sound of my reassuring voice, and the warmth of my body... she was normally soothed into pacivity.
That fateful night occurred a week after her 19th birthday. She went to her room, after a few hours of watching TV with me, to review the various colleges she was interested in.
I retired to my bedroom to watch one last movie in bed before going to sleep. As the movie was coming to a close, I under the covers and ready for sleep, when out of the blue a mighty clap of thunder shook the house. Instinctively, a horrid sound erupted from her room. She screamed while heading to mine. The door burst open with a crash (nearly making me jump out of bed) and threw her lean body onto mine and at me.
Since I normally don't wear anything while in bed, I wasn't worried about her seeing me naked, because I was covered up, but as her body smashed up against me, another thunderous clap sounded. Without realizing it, a boner was developing quite rapidly, and because she was fussing about... she bumped me and I yelped out in pain. Looking worried, she asked what happened.
Giggling hysterically after hearing about it, she seductively asked if she could give it a kiss to make it feel better. She had become like her mother after all, both naughty & nice simultaneously.
I said, "If only you could, honey, but I wouldn't advise it." To my surprise, her head bent down under the covers and her objective was accomplished. Even though I was trying to stop her, that only caused her to act even more aggressively in an attempt to get the job done. Without trying to, the head of my cock slipped into her mouth as a result of my resistance. I was in shock.
"Oh my God, this can't be happening," I told myself. Yet... in the same breath, I was overjoyed at getting a blowjob, even if it WAS my own daughter doing it. As the reality of the act struck me... there was an abrupt unleashing of a load of pent up cum shooting into her mouth and down her lovely throat. Instead of horror and shock, there were giggles once again emitting from her lips along with a muffled comment from under the covers.
"What did you say, honey?"
"I said," pulling the sheet off her head, 'That was AWESOME, daddy!'"
