The night before we cuddled on the couch, streaming Death Note. You were back from Uni, wearing one of my white t shirts. I'd never thought of you 'that way', but I couldn't help but notice the soft curves of your breasts and pokie nipples through the clingy cloth. The way my t shirt clung to your nubile young body.... Whew
That night I was suddenly awakened by your scream of "Daddy, Daddy!" Your cries woke me from an uncomfortably sexy dream of you, my beautiful daughter. Without noticing the tent in my boxers I rushed your room brandishing a baseball bat! The covers were off and you were lain completely naked, fingering your pink pussy and groping your perky breast! Still heaving in the throes of climax you closed your legs over your hand and rolled to your tummy, exposing your perfect bum! A wave of shame and guilt ran through my being, but I was even harder at of the sight of my own dear daughter's hot ass!
"Don't go", you said as I backed out the door.
I covered you and you felt my weight as I sat next to you with my cock pointed at the ceiling. "Daddy, I wore your t shirt on purpose... and I saw you looking". I reached my hand to comfort you, but your whole body was a giant erogenous zone... My hand rested on your hip where it curved to the waist. My fingers burned as if you were made of fire! I might try to deny the hardness of my dick, but I was burning inside with the want and need for you in the way a man wants and needs a woman! My lust raged like the oncoming storm! As if reading my mind you said, "Go ahead Daddy, do what you want to do. You are a man, I am a woman, do anything you want with me." I could see your hand moving the sheet, it was still on your pussy, you were still fingering yourself.
