This is something a little different for me. Let’s explore the taboo subject of daddy daughter incest. As always, please share your comments and any rating you’d care to leave. With that, bi to housekeeping out of the way, let’s go! Enjoy the story.
My daughter, my pride and joy, met and fell in love with a Mr. party animal in high school. They eloped and married against all advice, each at the too-young age of 21. My daughter is a beautiful, precious woman with a dazzling smile, pretty face, blonde hair, bigger sized boobs, long legs, a narrow waist and a heart-shaped ass. As she developed boys were attracted to her like bugs to a bright light bulb. But as seems to happen with pretty women my daughter was attracted to the “bad boys,” thus my son-in-law.
They were forced to live in the spare room when Covid cancelled their jobs, his as a bartender at an upscale restaurant and hers as a waitress in a downtown bar. Being in their early 20s, having lots of time to kill, stimulus money to burn, and him being Mr. Party animal, well, it was only natural when eventually he strayed. She found out, he promised not to stray again. But he did. And yet again. To nobody’s surprise they split up. She stayed here in her old room while he moved out to join his latest fling.
My daughter, now technically extra room ‘renter’ went through several interviews before landing a waitress job at Hooters. Although I always found her attractive, I hadn’t really considered how sexy she was until she started leaving and coming home in her Hooters tight shorts and body-hugging white, low-cut t-shirt. For those of you unfamiliar with the place, the waitresses dress in very short, very tight shorts and usually have plenty of cleavage on display.
Each night after her shift she’d sashay past me as I watched TV on the living room couch with her big tits swinging and that heart-shaped ass swaying and those long legs pumping. I forced myself to not notice how ultra-hot she was. I refused to allow myself to think about how sexually proud and aware she was of her many assets; her long blonde hair, her stunning butt, her big tits, her ravishing smile and those deep blue eyes you could dive into and never come up from.
I tried to tamp it down, the feeling that I found her sexy. I really did. After all, she is my daughter and to have those kinds of thoughts about her was taboo, perverted, wrong.
And I almost succeeded.
Often, after coming home she’d make herself a late-night snack and sit on the couch while eating and watching TV with me. Those events only lasted a few minutes, but I looked forward to them each and every day. She didn’t always sit and eat with me, but when she did we got into kind of a routine. She’d make her snack in the kitchen, join me on the couch, and I’d offer to get her a drink, or massage her tired feet, or back, or shoulders to help ease the tension of waitressing all day.
She’d sweetly thank me but always decline my offer. But I didn’t care, because I got to spend a few precious moments with her, looking into her smiling face and those deep blue eyes. I’d thrill when she’d flash that dazzling smile at me. I even enjoyed the smell of her perfume mixed in with the sweat she’d earned waiting tables.
And the more that happened, the more I noticed how awesome she smelled as she kissed my cheek goodnight. Against my will I’d watch her butt wiggle just so as she’d get up to go upstairs. I tried not to notice how those big boobs would shift and sway as she stood. I’d force myself to not notice her hair flipping over her shoulders as she’d turn to me, saying goodnight before ascending the stairs. And each time that happened I recognized I was going just a bit deeper into comprehending how perfect she was. How hot. How sexy. Taboo thoughts crowded my mind. I tried to ignore them. Yet she grew more and more on my mind and in the boner I’d sport watching her move about. I felt ashamed of myself for having those thoughts.
Taboo! Perverted! Not OK! That’s your DAUGHTER for crying out loud! What the fuck are you thinking!
Yet there those thoughts were, rising stronger, higher. The intensity of my desire for her grew with each little visit she gave me on that couch. I forced them down, trying my best to ignore them. But it was like trying to ignore a rising floodwater seeping under my door.
So like I said, I tried hard to tamp down my ever-increasing desire for her. I really did.
And I almost made it.
If only she’d not left her phone unlocked one night.
She’d finished a late shift and was in the kitchen fixing a snack. She’d left her phone unlocked on the coffee table near enough to my position on the couch that I could reach it if I wanted to. Being the curious guy I am I decided to pry into her private life. Yeah, I know I have no right and she deserved her privacy. But I was curious who, if anybody, she was dating. Is that so bad? Hey, if it had been you would you have ignored the chance to snoop? Really? Be honest.
Anyway, I sat forward on the couch, and with my heart beating as fast as a Hummingbird grabbed her phone while keeping an eye out in the kitchen. She was almost done making her sandwich, so I had maybe 5 or 10 seconds before she came back. With shaking hands I swiped to see what apps she had open. That’s when I noticed her Insta was active.
Opening it blew my mind.
This was clearly a private, hidden Insta and not the ‘normal’ account she shared with me and the rest of the family. The first picture took my breath away. She was naked except for a pair of red spaghetti strap high heels and a red g-string pair of panties. She was bent over, her legs straight, her ass up, displaying her perfect long legs, stunning butt and barely hidden slit in a selfie she’d taken in her full-length mirror. Wow, 791 likes!
Holy Shit!
Oh! My! God!
I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, my body shook with the sheer sexual perfection of her pornographic pose.
Shaking like a leaf I swiped to the next picture. This one featured a close up of her pulling her white Hooters t-shirt down, sans bra, revealing her stunning 36DD’s in all their glory.
Fuck!
Another swipe, another hot picture. This one was full profile, her ass to the camera displaying her flawless cheeks with nothing but a black g-string to protect her virtue, her upper body was turned sideways toward the camera, her naked boobs covered with her other hand. Her phone hid her face. None of the pictures showed her face, but I knew it was her beyond a shadow of a doubt.
She was finished making her sandwich, I could hear her putting away the stuff into the fridge.
Fuck! She’d be coming in here any second!
I realized I wasn’t breathing. My hands shook. I tried to control my excitement. My stiffy grew in my pants and I caught myself drooling.
I was frozen, my mind spinning on how to friend this account without her knowing it was me. But a plate clanking in the kitchen brought me back to the present. I couldn’t let her bust me perving her nasty Insta pics!
I heard footsteps. OH SHIT! She rounded the corner of the kitchen, entering the living room. DAMN! But she was looking down at her plate. I had a split-second to do something.
With zero thought and all adrenalin I swiped her Insta closed while scrabbling her phone back onto the coffee table with shaking, epileptic hands. I pretended to have a coughing fit as I leaned over the coffee table, hopefully to assuage any suspicion she might have for why I was bent over her phone.
“You okay?” She asked with concern.
“Oh. Yeah. You know, just swallowed wrong. Happens to us older folks.” I pretend-laughed back to her.
“Ah. Okay,” She smiled, “Well I’m heading upstairs, got some stuff to do before bed.”
She grabbed her phone then sashayed past me on her way upstairs. I mentally kicked myself, realizing only then that I hadn’t noticed the name of her Insta account. Damn it! I wouldn’t be able to follow it if I didn’t know the name.
My cock was raging in my pants. As soon as I heard her door close I ran into the bathroom, sat on the pot and masturbated to the burned-in memory of her hot Insta pictures. It took no time at all before I blew one of the best orgasmic loads I’d ever had.
What a fucking pervert I am! Masturbating to my daughter’s nasty, slutty pictures. I’m going straight to hell.
She never left her phone unlocked again, but that didn’t matter. I was infatuated with her, desiring to see more of her naked body, or maybe even touch it by way of a massage.
The pervert in me had arose to power.
Taboo! Perverted! So wrong! You cannot allow yourself to be turned on by your daughter!
But I was.
For several weeks I enjoyed yet suffered through her on-again, off-again sitting near me sessions on the couch. Now that summer is here she added to my torment by occasionally passing me in her ultra-tight bikinis on her way to our backyard Jacuzzi. And she topped that layer cake of lust by sometimes heading out for a night of dancing with friends dressed in ultra-short little black dresses, high heels and slutty makeup. She continued refusing all my offers for massages and she refused to allow me to join her in the Jacuzzi, begging for solitude so she could enjoy her wine in peace.
And the urge to be with her grew in me. Shame haunted me. But I couldn’t resist the desire to see her, touch her, hold her.
It was hard to see her in person, watching as she’d pass me by on the way to her bedroom with a quick “love you dad.” Sometimes I wondered if she was going up there to take more nasty, erotic, slutty pictures to share with her lustful Insta fans.
Adding to my suffering she occasionally brought random guys home. You know the type; young, hot beefy guys with big biceps, washboard abs, bronzed skin and way too much hair. I took solace in thinking that with any luck in 20 or 30 years those bronze gods would have their hair thinning, sporting a big beer belly, a hairy back and a bald spot in the middle of their head. Fuckers.
Most of her dates only stayed a few hours, laughing in her room, sometimes going quiet for a long time. That always made me nervous. Typically after an hour or two she’d walk them out and end up sleeping alone. But every once in a while my morning coffee would be ruined as I’d watch her lead some guy down the stairs still wearing the disheveled clothes he wore the night before. They would pause at the door, him giving her a deep kiss and ass-grab before heading out to do whatever young, bronzed surfer dudes do in the morning.
I hated to admit how jealous I was. And my desire for her grew each time another one-night stand left.
I could treat her right. Better than those fuckers. I loved her. Those guys only wanted to pump their cum in her and dump her. I’d protect her and give her the sexual love she truly deserved.
Pervert! Get your head together! That’s taboo!
The urge to be with her continued to grow in me, leaving an unfulfilled need that wormed its way deeper and deeper into my psyche. The need to see her sexy body in the flesh was like an endless hunger. The more she unwittingly teased me, the more I wanted her.
And one night I finally accepted my desire. I accepted the fact that what I wanted to do was taboo. I wanted to touch my own daughter. I wanted to feel her and caress her and who knows, perhaps even fuck her.
Wait! What? What the hell! No!
Yes.
And just like that, I became the pervert. I accepted it.
I am the taboo-craving dad I’d been trying so hard to reject.
My goal for my daughter became sexual.
I want to fuck my own daughter.
And although I know the thought should abhor me, it didn’t. Instead, it fed my lust.
But how could I do it? She’d avoided all my advances so far.
She was working an evening shift that usually had her home late in the night. I started waiting up for her, and each night she came home I’d offer to do something nice for her, like give her a neck and shoulder massage, or pour her a glass of wine, or give her a foot massage. She would always thank me sweetly but refuse and head up to her room with a “love you dad.”
Then one Friday night she didn’t come home at her usual time. I waited up, wondering where she was. Worry gnawed at me. Finally, proper dad thoughts!
She showed up just after 3am, rather tipsy and smelling of tequila.
“Hi there!” I blurted. “I was getting a bit worried, you alright?”
“Oh!” She startled, surprised perhaps to see me still up.
“Uh, yes,” she slurred. “We had a party after work, it was sooo fun!”
She dropped onto the couch next to me, her head fell back and she closed her eyes and smiled a big smile. She was pretty hammered. Thank God she’d got home safe. But a new thought crowed out my familial concern. My cock twitched as I realized I was suddenly in a position to try my luck again at seducing her!
“I might’ve just a bit too much to drink, but it was greaaat!” She garbled. “I was stressed out driving, but I didn’t want to stay, and I didn’t want to get pulled over. I knew you’d worry. So here I am. With you!”
“Of course, I understand.” I exclaimed. “But if you ever need a ride you just let me know and I’ll come and get you.”
“You’re soooo sweet! I love you so much.” She uttered as she leaned into me and gave me a hug and a big kiss on my cheek. Wow. That felt so good!
“Let me give you a shoulder massage,” I said with hope, “you seem very tense.”
She shook her head no, but this time something came over me. Perhaps it was bravery, or foolishness, or a perverted impulsive instinct. Whatever it was I decided I’d try to give her a little massage anyway.
Without waiting for her response I moved closer. I started a gentle massage of her shoulder and neck. I moved her blonde tresses over her shoulder to allow access to her back. My cock was growing by the second. Would she push me away? At first she tensed up a bit, but as soon my massaging hands started to soften her muscles, she relaxed. I smiled to myself. So far, so good! My seduction of my daughter was launched! But I still had a long way to go, I’d have to pace myself.
I continued her massage, my mind racing. Now what should I do? This was great, but if I waited too long she would probably get up to go to bed. I decided to get a bit braver and see if I could get my hands onto her bare flesh.
“Turn a little so I can massage your back too.” I whispered near her ear.
Again, without waiting for a response I gently but firmly turned her so her back was facing me. My cock grew harder. I rubbed my hands up and down her back, over her t-shirt, up and around her shoulders, up her neck, then back down again. She didn’t resist.
“How does that feel?” I asked.
“Mmmmm, that feels sooo good! You have such amazing hands!” She replied, relaxing her shoulders and neck.
Her short t-shirt, as always, was ultra-tight in the front, leaving her cleavage perfectly positioned as I gawked at her outstanding boobs. Her short t-shirt left her stomach and lower back exposed in a way that made me want to lift it to see more skin. But I had to be patient.
After a minute more of massaging her now relaxed shoulders I continued to rub her back and shoulders over her t-shirt with my right hand. I moved my left hand down her front, below her t-shirt to feel her amazingly warm, smooth, young tummy. I continued swirling my right hand around her back while moving my left hand in ever wider circles around her naked stomach.
Each time my left hand went up and around her tummy I made a point to push her t-shirt higher and higher up under her big boobs. I used my right hand to push the rear of her t-shirt up her perfect back, until I hit the edge of her bra strap. I swept my hands around her ever more naked skin, smelling her hair and feeling her warm, sexy skin. My cock grew harder and I had to shift to allow it room to grow down my pants leg.
But I guess I went a little too fast, she stiffened as she felt my hands moving higher. She sat up, “Maybe I should go to bed.” She blurted, causing me a mini panic.
Fuck! No! Not now!
“Sure sweetie,” I replied smoothly, “but let’s finish your shoulders first. They’re starting to feel better, aren’t they?” Not waiting for an answer I moved both hands up to her shoulders and gave her the best shoulder massage I could possibly give.
It worked. She relaxed again and gently fell back against me, allowing me to hold her weight up with my body and hands. I relaxed slightly, having averted her from leaving, but realizing I’d have to move faster if I was going to achieve my goal of getting her naked.
After another minute of deep shoulder massage she relaxed even more. Feeling the time was right I adjusted her, moving her near the edge of the couch while I shifted to sit with my back against the couch behind her. I split my legs around her, straddling her body, her back now my primary focus. Well, that and her bra strap.
I wanted to get her t-shirt off, so I started sweeping my hands in big circles, starting at her shoulders, moving down her back, then around to her tummy. Each time I pushed her t-shirt upward just a bit more until it was wedged under her boobs.
This was it, I had to get that tight, white t-shirt off if I was going to get access to her bra.
“Let’s get this t-shirt off you so you can get an even better massage,” I whispered into her ear.
“Wait, I’m fine, this is okay with my shirt on.” She replied with eyes closed.
But I didn’t wait, I gently held each side of her t-shirt and pulled up while softly adding in her ear, “But it’ll feel so good to have your shoulders free, and I can’t see anything anyway because you’re wearing your bra.”
“Well, I don’t know,” she slurred, trying to find my hands with hers to stop me. I didn’t hesitate, knowing my chance of getting her t-shirt off would be nil if I didn’t do something now. Without hesitating I pulled up hard with both hands on the bottom of her t-shirt. It strained under her magnificent boobs until like a cork her t-shirt popped up over her mammaries. I continued pulling it up and over her arms above her head.
“Wait, I don’t think I should…” she uttered, but I interrupted.
“Shush. It’s fine,” I cajoled into her ear as I continued lifting her shirt up over her head and up her arms. “I can’t see anything. Your bra is on, and anyway doesn’t this shoulder rub feel so much better now that your skin is free?”
I threw her t-shirt to the side and continued giving her the best shoulder massage I could. Her smooth skin felt so warm and soft in my hands. And it worked, she gently relaxed again against me as I worked her shoulders and back.
But her bra was still on. And my next goal was to get that off her.
She was moaning softly as I continued her massage. I swept my hands in big circles on her now much more naked shoulders, back and tummy. She leaned her full weight against me as the massage relaxed her. The time was right.
Next up, that pesky bra.
“Why don’t we loosen this up so I can get to your whole back?” I murmured as my fingers went to the hooks at the back of her bra.
She opened her eyes and turned her head to look at me.
“That’s okay, you don’t have to. This feels good enough.” She exclaimed.
“But this will feel sooo good.” I rejoined. “It’s quite alright.” I added.
Again, I didn’t wait for the denial I knew was coming. I pulled the top hook off, then the middle hook was free, and finally the bottom hook ceased its protective duties of keeping her bra in place. Her bra straps, now free, slipped conveniently to the sides of her back, allowing my hands to have complete access to her bare skin. With the back of her bra not in the way only her straining shoulder straps were keeping her bra in a position to loosely cover her ample tits.
“I don’t know. You probably shouldn’t.” She avowed, but far too late. She tried to sit up, reaching forward to cover her boobs with her hands, but I intercepted them.
Holding her hands with mine I placed them down on her lap as I whispered in her ear, “It’s quite all right. Just relax. You’re fine and nothing will happen. Let’s just continue this marvelous back massage you’re enjoying.”
I went back to stroking and massaging her now bare back. She closed her eyes slowly. I pulled closer to her now, my head and shoulders almost directly behind her head and shoulders. I gently but firmly pulled her head back, relaxing her head against my shoulder, swirling my hands in circles from her lower back all the up to her neck muscles. She didn’t resist.
I inhaled the scent of her hair. It smelled so sexy. Our cheeks were almost touching, I could feel the warmth of her skin on my skin. My boner was aching to be touched.
My next goal was to move my hands to her front and feel those magnificent tits. I was intent on eliminating the annoying bra hiding her fine chest from my lusting eyes.
I continued to slide up and down her back, caressing her shoulders, rubbing the tension out of her neck, touching her ears, swirling back down her back to the waistband of her tight, sexy shorts. I started moving my hands wider, caressing her sides, gliding up and down her hour-glass waist, then up her ribs to her neck, then back down.
She let out a sign and a moan. “Mmmm, this feels soooo good!” She whispered.
My hands continued probing toward her front, and soon they were massaging her belly, then back around her sides, then up her back. I decided to go for it, and gently brought both hands to her stomach again, starting low at her belly button I worked them up, toward her now loose bra front, and toward those incredible tits.
Again she opened her eyes, as my hands reached her bra and easily pushed underneath the underwire supports, heading toward heaven and the bottom of her perfect breasts.
Target locked.
I slide my hands up under her loose bra and for the first time felt the weight of each boob, enjoying their heat.
“No! You shouldn’t. We mustn’t!” She blurted, trying to pull forward and away from me while lifting her head in surprise.
“You’re my dad. We can’t!”
I kept my hands under her boobs, not letting her move away.
“Shhhh,” I whispered in her ear. “I’m not your dad now. Instead, I’m a man. Just a strong, verile, experienced man. And I love you. And you are a sexy, hot young woman. And what we are doing is as old as time, and as right as right should be. Just feel how good this is.”
I pushed my hands up to her tits, starting underneath those large breasts and moving upward to her nipples, which I caressed and swirled. I teased them and lightly pinched them.
Her tongue licked her lips, but she shook her head, pronouncing…
“No, we shouldn’t! This is wrong, you’re family, we’re family!”
“Yes.” I said with no hesitation. “We are family. And isn’t this the best feeling, to be caressed and loved by family, by someone who you know loves you and wants nothing but the best for you?”
I continued massaging her breasts. The feeling of their heat and weight sent shivers through my body and caused my cock to be near bursting. I longed to free it from its confines, allowing it to feel her hot, smooth skin.
Patience. All in good time.
Again she tried to move forward and rise up. And again I held her by her tits, not allowing her to escape my loving hands and arms. I persisted in massaging her hardening nipples, swirling wider sometimes to feel and squeeze her tits. Once again with gentle yet firm pressure I brought her head back to my shoulders. Her resistance faded, succumbing to what I hoped was her sexual awakening as her breasts and nipples received full attention from my caressing hands. I pinched her nipples, twisting them, feeling them growing even harder in my fingers.
After a moment she struggled to get up again. But this time she moved with less intensity. Again I brought her back to my body.
“Don’t fight it. Just let it happen. If it feels good what harm is there? I love you and only want what’s best for you. And making you feel good is what’s best right now. You’re safe in my arms.”
She relaxed against me, her eyes closed, her breathing faster, deeper. Her upper lip perspired and she wet her lips with her tongue.
“Let it happen, submit, don’t resist, just enjoy the feeling.” I sighed into her ear.
I felt the time was ripe and with a slow steady motion I pulled her loose bra up and off her shoulders, and down her arms, throwing it to the side to join her t-shirt.
She moaned as I swept my arms around her breasts, pausing to pinch and pull her now eraser sized nipples.
“Should I stop?” I asked in a whisper next to her ear.
She again licked her lips.
“No.” She whispered back, her chest heaving. “This feels soooo good!”
My heart raced as I realized that my dream was almost here! It was perverted, taboo, wrong. Yet it felt so sexually right. I was close to having my fantasy come true of seeing my daughter naked, and maybe even more!
As my hands kept up on her nipples and breasts, my tongue slowly reached out to her ear lobe and her neck, caressing them. I nuzzled the nape of her neck, gently biting her ears and neck. Then, slowly, with passion, I probed her ear with my tongue, inserting the warm wetness of my tongue into her ear. She shivered, and I felt her back arch as she moved her breasts into my massaging hands.
I looked from my position on her shoulder down to her amazing big boobs. There they were, finally exposed to my feasting eyes. My daughter was now topless, her big, firm breasts and upper body under my control.
I slowly laid her down on the couch on her back, and moved myself off the couch so that kneeling, I could lean over her breasts. While still massaging her right breast with my hands, I brought my head down to her left breast slowly.
Her tits were stunning, and my mouth was drawn to her nipple as if I was a baby reaching for life-giving goodness. For the first time my mouth touched her enlarged, erect nipple. She sucked her breath in as my mouth gently took her nipple in, and my tongue played and swirled around it.
I gently bit her nipple. She arched her back through the pain/pleasure, pushing her breasts toward my face. I moved my head to the other nipple, and again engulfed it with my hot, warm, mouth. My tongue swirled around her breast and nipple.
It seemed like a small eternity, but couldn’t have been more than a few minutes. I relished every taste of her stunning tits. I moved my mouth and tongue lower and lower. I played and tongued her belly button, causing a laugh and tickled jump from her. Meanwhile, I kept my hands busy massaging her breasts, tummy and sides.
She moaned again, and again thrust her stomach into my skilled mouth and tongue. My cock was fully erect, I had never been so excited.
My hands moved lower. I reached each side of the waistband of her tight shorts. I unfastened them and started pulling them down her long, sexy legs. She was completely at ease and submissive now. Knowing that brought out the dominant male in me. I pulled her shorts down slowly, and she lifted her butt off the couch to enable an easy exit of her now un-wanted shorts.
With her shorts off, the only thing now standing in the way of my daughter being completely naked was her pretty, black lace g-string panties. Once again, my hands reached on each side of her panties, and I took hold of the sexy material. As her legs parted slightly I noticed the wet stain in the gusset of her panties. She was clearly excited, apparently enjoying our taboo tryst.
I pulled her wet panties down slowly. But this time I stopped just as they cleared her now exposed cunt. I took her legs and raised them high into the air, exposing her marvelous ass to my devouring eyes. I slid her panties higher and higher up her legs, then off her sexy feet and cherry red painted toenails.
I kept her legs high, kneeling onto the couch facing her fine heart-shaped ass. I brought my face just an inch away from her wet, moist and musk-smelling slit and beautiful, round, bung hole. I lowered my face and tongue to her exposed cunt slowly, inhaling her scent and wanting to burn the sight and smell into my memory.
She was shaved, perhaps waxed. I was close enough now to examine the detail of the fine, tiny blonde hairs on the lower part of her labia. Leaning forward and breathing in her scent I extended my tongue. My hot, moist tongue ever so slightly caressed the wet lips of her cunt.
She shuddered at the touch, letting a low moan escape her lips, charging the air with sexual electricity. My tongue swirled down, around her hot asshole, then all the way back up her slit to her clit. It was hard, extending beyond the hood like an eraser peeking out from the safety of a cover. I savored for the very first time the salt-musk taste of her clit with my probing tongue. I enjoyed the wet from her love juices flowing from her ready cunt.
I spread her legs, still holding them in the air, so that I could have full access to her shaved, hot cunt. Her juices flowed as I continued to tongue her entire slit, stopping to swirl around her clit, her partly-open sex and her puckered asshole.
After several minutes of tonguing her cunt, I got up onto my knees.
“Pull my shirt off.” I whispered as I leaned over her.
She dutifully pulled my shirt up and over my head.
“Take my pants off.”
Again, she did as instructed, unzipping my pants, taking off my belt, and sliding my pants off my legs as I helped her by now rising from the couch and standing next to her.
“Take my underwear off.”
My daughter obediently slid my briefs down, exposing my fully erect cock, which was weeping pre-cum. My balls felt tight against my body.
She took a hissing breath, whispering, “Oh my God, your cock is gorgeous!”
“Do you know how to suck cock?”
She looked up into my eyes, smiling.
Her mouth, red lipstick leading the way, inched toward my cock. She parted her lips slightly. She inhaled, inhaling my man-musk from her perch an inch away from my engorged dick. Her warm, willing mouth opened a tad wider. She licked her lips in a large, slow circle before guiding her mouth just over my pulsing shaft.
Her tongue reached toward the precum covered tip of my pole with a languid motion. Hovering a millimeter away, she looked deep into my eyes. Hot sexual passion expanded in my chest, causing me to moan uncontrollably as I watched her tongue connect with the hot, clear fluid pooling at the top of my throbbing love stick.
She pulled her tongue with aching slowness back into her mouth, a long string of precum connecting us. She swirled her tongue around, tasting my precum. She smiled a wicked little smile, parting her lips and hovering again just over my aching cock. Never taking her eyes off mine, she eased down, mouth open, taking in the mushroom head of my bloated member.
Sensual, sexual pleasure burst in my brain as I felt her warm mouth and tongue swirl around the head of my cock. I moaned again, my legs growing weak as ecstasy took me.
I couldn’t fathom what my eyes told me was the reality of this most taboo act, my daughter was sucking my cock.
My daughter is sucking my cock!
I closed my eyes as the intense feelings of my daughter’s wet tongue and warm mouth engulfed my cock. She bobbed up and down the length of it with a slow, steady motion, never taking her eyes off mine.
Slowly at first, then gradually picking up speed she continued to work her mouth up and down my swollen tool. She grasped the lower portion of my cock with her hands, stroking me in rhythm with her willing mouth. In a sexual haze of unadulterated hedonism I realized she did indeed know how to suck a cock. And very well!
After several minutes worshipping my rock-hard, twitching shaft she had me so worked up I knew I was close to cumming. But I didn’t want to cum yet! I wanted to reserve that explosion for her hot, wet cunt.
I held her bobbing head still with trembling hands. She understood, smiling without speaking, moving up off my throbbing, dripping member. I eased her with a most gentle touch onto her back on the couch. She willingly pulled at me as she laid back, smiling and enticing me to join her as she spread her legs to grant access to her most private sanctum. I moved up onto the couch over her. I spread her legs even wider, then lowered myself onto her hot, sexy body.
I brought my face down to hers, wondering if she’d let me kiss her. She only smiled a wicked little grin.
Closer, I could feel her heavy breathing on my partly open mouth. She licked her lips in anticipation.
We kissed.
Softly at first, the with more passion we explored kissing each other.
Our bodies locked together as she opened her mouth, breathing into me and granting me access to her willing orifice. And as my tongue swirled and danced with hers and we stared deep into each other’s eyes it hit me.
I was now naked, lying on top of my naked daughter.
Together we were sharing one of the most taboo acts possible. A father and a daughter, engaging in a sexual connection. Naked, hot and ready for sex.
My fully erect cock was lying on top of her wet, hot slit. I rubbed it up and down, enjoying watching her spasm in lust each time the head rubbed her clit. I did it again and again, watching her passion build. Our eyes locked, and I started rubbing my cock up and down the full length of her dripping cunt, picking up slick moisture I’d soon be putting to good use penetrating her slutty love tunnel.
“What do you want?” I teased her quietly.
“Mmmm. I want you.” She whispered back, her hips bucking into my hot cock.
“What do you want me to do?” I replied, yearning for her to beg for it.
She licked her lips, whispering, “I want you to fuck me.”
“You want this hard cock?” I asked mashing it against her sloppy pussy and clit.
“Mmmm! God yes! Fuck me with your hard cock. I want you inside me!” She whispered tensely.
“Yes, I will, but only if you’re my slut. This cock is reserved for sluts only. Are you a slut? Are you my slut?”
She smiled with a wicked tilt of her mouth, fully recognizing what I wanted to hear.
She paused while rubbing her slick cunt back and forth on my slick shaft.
“Yes.” she pronounced, “Yes, I’m your slut. I’m daddy’s little slut. Please fuck me with your cock daddy, I need it! Now!”
With that, I couldn’t wait a second longer. I placed the tip of my cock at her dripping, juicy love tunnel. With a gentle push I shoved the head of my cock just far enough in to her most snatch to start parting her slutty, hot pussy lips. She quivered and again tried to buck her hips up, forcing my cock to enter her. But I pulled it out and away.
“Oh no no no!” I muttered into her ear. “Daddy’s little slut must be patient and wait for cock.”
A little frown crossed her excited face as she mewled and pouted with a grunt. She batted her eyes with a cute, sexy look. Then she waited, her chest heaving, her pussy dripping onto my pulsing cock.
Again I brought my cock to her cunt, and again I parted the outer lips of her hot, wet pussy. I started pushing my cock slow, inch by inch, deeper and deeper into my daughter’s willing, slippery cunt. I didn’t stop. Her eyes closed and she choked out a gasp as I filled her. Moving deeper she moaned in a lust-filled tone as I finally bottomed-out in her. I left it deep, not moving, allowing her to get accustomed to its girth. Meanwhile my hands played her tits, pinching her sensitive nipples, feeling their heft.
“Oh my God!” She blurted. “This is so wrong. But it feels soooo right. Mmmmm! Fuck meI Fuck daddy’s little slut!” She begged, arching her ass up to grind even deeper into me.
I paused, holding myself up with my arms so I could look down to her perfect tits and our connected body below.
And with all the force of a Mac truck it hit me.
I was living my fantasy! My dream had come true!
Against all odds I was finally fucking my daughter!
I felt my cock throb just from the realization we were committing incest. The single most taboo sexual act. The act of ultimate love of family for family.
The urge to fuck my daughter hard overpowered me. Quickening my pace I bucked into her. Little grunts escaped her lips as she ground up into me to match my thrusts. Our pubic bones slapped together, as did our bellies, creating the ultimate sound of love-making…
“Slap! Slap! Slap!”
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” She gasped.
And with the rhythmic “slap! slap! slap!” I also heard the sucking sound of her dripping cunt as my cock alternately buried itself deep, then slid almost completely out of her creaming pussy.
Our climax started building, and we fucked faster and faster, until I felt that ball-tightening feeling and knew I was about to cum inside my daughter’s slutty cunt. Her breathing was wild, her eyes tightly shut, her knees up to her chest, legs splayed wide, toes clenched tight as she too started her inexorable orgasm.
“Oh! Fuck me harder, harder! I’m going to get off!” She cried, gasping for breath.
I felt the twitching and clenching of her slick cunt, my steel shaft thrusting rapidly again and again into her as deep and fast and hard as I could. Her hips madly ground against me as she bucked faster and faster. Then suddenly she stiffened. Her body rocked with spasm after spasm as her eyes shut tight, toes clenched, and mouth gaped open.
“Unnhhh! Gnnhhhhh! Unnggghh! Uhhhgg!” She screamed out, spewing incoherent vocalizations as a huge orgasm shook entire body.
Her orgasm was a crushing one that shook her like a dog tossing a toy. I felt the walls of her spasming cunt contracted around my shaft. I spewed my hot cum deep into her soaked pussy. My cock felt harder and more sensitive than ever as the waves of my orgasm pulsed from the tip of my cock to my brain.
Hot load after hot load of white, sticky sperm burst deep into her still twitching cunt. Our orgasms were timed together perfectly, and we each cried out as waves of post-orgasmic bliss overtook us.
Completely spent, I collapsed onto her sweaty body. I had done it!
I had fucked my daughter’s amazing sexy, slutty cunt! And two thoughts swirled around and around in my head like a tempest…
I seduced my daughter!
I fucked my daughter!
I seduced my daughter!
I fucked my daughter!
And in the haze of my sexual victory another thought swam up into my dopamine-induced high.
I want to fuck daddy’s little slut again.
And as it turned out, she shared the same thoughts. Our night was not over. We had another amazing marathon session of taboo, incestual sexual exploration. And she and I were able to get off again, this time by exploring her open and willing ass.
But that’s a story for another time.