“So Amy, tell me,” Mom said leaning over the table to look straight at me, “Who’s the lucky guy?”
“What?” I responded dropping my spoon into my bowl and looking up at Mom, “What are you talking about?”
“Oh Amy dear, don’t be so coy. Not only am I your mother, but I’m a woman too, and I recognize the glow of a girl who’s been getting some action between the sheets.”
“Oh my God Mom!”
“Stop being so uptight Amy. Sex is a natural, healthy and wonderful thing. It’s nothing to be ashamed of and I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. You look radiant my darling daughter. Whoever he is, he seems to be doing all the right things to you. I wish I could say the same for your father, but he hasn’t touched me in months.”
“Mom, please! Too much information!” I reply desperately hoping she’d change the subject. But it’s true; although it hasn’t even been a whole week yet, I’ve been having sex every night since last Monday and it’s been incredible. I was unsure about the whole thing at first, but I’ve now fallen deeply in love and in lust with an amazing older man who has the ability to make my entire body pulsate with pleasure.
The only problem is that this man is my father.
I guess the attraction had been building ever since my 18th birthday, but it all came to a head after Mom, Dad and I came home after we had been out for dinner to celebrate my 19th birthday. I had been wearing a black dress with matching stocking and panties that my father had bought me, and I don’t mind saying I looked really pretty with my slender figure, long legs, B-cup breasts, long brown hair and dark brown eyes. When we got home Mom had gone straight to bed having drunk too much, while Dad came into my room to fuck me. He was extremely confident and persistent about what he wanted to do to me, but I wanted it too and we ended up spending the entire night together. I lost count of the number of times he blasted his incestuous cum inside me.
The next day Dad went to work exhausted and I went to my classes exhausted, not seeing him again until later that night when he came home just in time for dinner. Whenever Mom wasn’t looking or went into another room he would do stuff like grab my ass, or cup my breasts from behind, or gently bite my neck; all without saying a word and then acting like nothing had happened the moment Mom reappeared. It drove me crazy and by the time I went to bed my slender body was yearning for him.
That second night, Dad didn’t disappoint. I don’t know what time it was, but at some point he opened the door to my room and slowly entered. I tried to speak, but he whispered that Mom wasn’t drunk this time so we had to be quiet in order not to wake her up. That proved to be easier said than done. Dad climbed onto the bottom of my bed and pulled my sheets off. He kissed my toes, then feet and then worked his way up my legs. He slid his hands up under my nighty, hooked his fingers under the elastic of my panties and then slowly pulled them down. Dad continued kissing my legs, this time focusing on my inner thighs while he slowly pushed my legs open, exposing my naked glistening wet pussy to the night air.
When Dad first ran his tongue up and down my sensitive little vulva I had to bite my hand to stop myself from crying out. It just got worse as he started to flick his tongue over my clit, and even worse when his hands reached up to pinch my hard nipples. Boys I had been with in the past had slobbered on me down there for thirty seconds of so thinking that was suitable foreplay; nobody had ever done it with the skill and expert technique of my own father. He told me I tasted just like my mother and then continued his oral assault on my pussy. Daddy chuckled into my trembling little hole while an orgasm washed over me and I tried to muffle my screams by holding my hand across my mouth.
After making me cum like that Dad lifted himself up on top of me, kissed me hard so I could taste myself on his lips, and then pulled his cock out of his boxers and pushed it straight into my pussy. Once more he fucked me throughout the night.
The next few days after that were the same – I’d hardly see Dad all day if at all, but the night was ours to fuck and explore each other’s bodies. Last night Dad told me how he liked to have his cock and balls sucked, and I was so good that he didn’t get a chance to cum inside my pussy and instead sprayed his seed all over my face. I can still taste my father on me now.
“Amy? Amy? Have you listened to a word I’ve been saying? Goodness me, you’re off with the pixies!”
“Sorry Mom, I was a million miles away.”
“I could tell! This new mystery man of yours must have made quite the impact.”
“Mom, please drop it.”
“Okay, okay, okay! Just tell me that you’re being safe and using protection.”
I wasn’t and I’m still not on birth control, and neither Dad nor I cared, even though the first time we had sex was my most fertile time of the month. In fact, the possibility of me becoming pregnant to my own father excited both of us.
“Who needs protection?” My father asked as he walked into the kitchen with a big grin on his face.
“Your very coy young daughter. She’s got herself a man.”
“Has she now,” smiled Dad, “Lucky girl.”
“Yes, if only I could be so lucky,” said my mother pretending to be dramatic. Dad winked at me and then slapped Mom on the butt telling her she might get lucky tonight. Mom shrieked with surprise and then told Dad off for fooling around in front of me. I went bright red. Not because I was embarrassed, but because suddenly I was angry and jealous. Dad fucks me now. Not Mom.
“So Amy,” Dad said changing the subject. “What are you doing today?”
“Nothing, I guess prepare for tomorrow’s party.”
“Well I’ll tell you what, why don’t you and I drive to the mall and I’ll buy you something to wear.”
“Really?” said Mom, “You bought her that new dress last week. Goodness me, you’re spoiling the girl. When was the last time you bought me anything?”
Ignoring Mom, Dad looked at me and I could see the lust in his eyes, “What do you say Amy, want to have some time with your old dad at the mall?”
I swallowed and nodded yes. Dad told me he’d be ready to leave in half an hour once he’d had breakfast so I should quickly go and shower and get dressed. As I left the table to go upstairs Mom turned her back on us to make Dad a coffee. Dad grabbed me by the arm and whispered, “And Amy, wear a short skirt today, okay baby? Something that will get me nice and hard.”
“Yes Daddy,” I whispered before running off, lightheaded with excitement.
After showering I went to my room to get dressed, choosing a plain white bra and panties, and a tight white t-shirt that best showed off my little breasts. I already knew what skirt to wear – a small, thin, black leather skirt that I had when I was much younger. I was glad I hung onto it since leather skirts are back in fashion again. The only problem was that it was now too small for me, but somehow I didn’t think Dad would mind. I put on a pair of shiny black patent leather shoes and left my bedroom.
As I walked down the stairs, Dad was waiting at the bottom for me and just like he did on that first night, he crouched down and tilted his head up to look straight up at my skirt.
“I’m never going to get tired of seeing that,” he said.
“Seeing what?” Mom asked as she walked past on her way to her and Dad’s bedroom.
“Our beautiful daughter looking happy and full of life,” replied Dad.
I reached the bottom of the stairs and Dad scooped me up in his arms to kiss me hard on the lips. As our tongues entwined, Mom called out from the bedroom, “You two better get moving before the mall gets too busy.”
Dad pulled free of our deep father/daughter kiss to call back out to Mom that she was right of course. He then took me by the hand and we went out to the car. After buckling ourselves in and pulling out of the driveway, Dad took one hand off the steering wheel and placed it on my thigh.
“So Amy, feeling any morning sickness yet?”
“Dad! What a thing to ask.”
Dad laughed and told me he was only joking. But he did then ask if I had missed my period so I explained it wasn’t quite due as I was only just at the very end of the fertile part of my cycle.
We drove in silence for a bit, with Dad’s hand creeping further and further up my thigh and onto my panties. Dad broke the silence by ordering me to take my panties off and sit forward so I would be on the very edge of the car seat. I lifted my hips so I could slip my damp panties off from underneath my little leather skirt. My panties fell down around my shoes as I shuffled forward to perch on the edge of the seat. Dad’s hand returned to between my legs, this time with the two middle fingers extended so he could slide them into my pussy. With one hand on the car wheel, my father used his other hand to finger-fuck me.
My breathing was getting heavy, but I managed to ask, “Daddy, are we really going to the mall?”
“Of course we are princess. I know that at the moment I mostly see you late at night when you’re in your nighty, but I want you to have nice things to wear for when I see you during the day too. Things that make you feel sexy. Things that make other men lust after you. Things that you can wear while I fuck you.”
“I want to look nice for you Daddy,” I gasped as his fingers curled inside my pussy and pressed into my sensitive spot.
Dad pulled into the mall and somehow managed to park with one hand on the wheel while the other continued to touch me deep inside in a way I knew a father should never touch his daughter, but I craved it all the same.
With his other hand now free he was able to undo his jeans and take his strong, hard cock out. He smiled as my eyes lit up and my pussy got even wetter. “This is all for you Amy. Tonight after your mother has gone to bed, this will violate the little hole where my fingers currently are.”
That sent me over the edge, and I arched my back and came all over Dad’s hand. Once the orgasm died down, I slumped back into the seat in a state of bliss, while Dad removed his fingers from my pussy and slid them into my mouth. I sucked them hungrily, tasting my own passion all over them.
“Amy,” Dad whispered, “I can’t go shopping with you while I’m this hard. Think of how distracting it will be to both of us. Help me out babygirl.”
Dad removed his fingers from my mouth, cupped the back of my head with his hand and pulled my head down towards his lap, where his cock was standing to attention.
“Dad, wait! There are people everywhere!”
“They can’t see us Amy,” he said as his pushed his cock up into my mouth. My little hands clutched his thighs for support as his cock parted my lips. “You drive me crazy kitten. Today I want to focus on buying you nice things and I’ll go mad if I’m just thinking about fucking you the whole time.”
I couldn’t reply as my mouth was full of my father’s cock, so all I could do was suck on it like he had started teaching me and try to make him cum as soon as possible. Suddenly Dad lifted my head up off his cock and pulled my face into his so he could kiss me, “God damn it Amy, you’re doing so well. But it’s now time to make my cum. Make your father cum Amy.”
Gasping for breath I managed to say, “Dad you’re insane! There are seriously people walking past the car and looking in! You told me to wear a short skirt because you wanted me to get you hard, and now you’re acting like you can’t stand it anymore.”
“That’s because I can’t stand it Amy. I had no idea I’d get this turned on. This is the power you have over me. I love looking at your hot little body as you parade around the house, knowing that I can’t have you until later on. It’s such sweet torture and I thought it would be fun to go out in public with you while I was filled with lust, but I can’t control my desire for you.” Dad reached out and pushed some of my hair back behind my ear, “I love the way your hair frames your cute little face, I love how your little tits poke out underneath your tight t-shirt, and I love your smooth thighs underneath that absurdly short skirt – you’re my dream woman Amy.”
“Oh Daddy,” I sighed as I leaned in for another kiss. Our kiss was tender, and as our lips interlocked I started stoking his cock with one hand while my other hand reached out to caress his balls. He moaned deeply, broke the kiss, and pushed my head back down onto this cock. This time I was using my hands, mouth and tongue to coax Dad’s cum out, and his thrusts into my mouth were focused and deliberate. Soon he was moaning in the way that I knew meant he was close to cumming. I intensified my stroking and sucking and was overcome with pride for how much pleasure I was able to give to my father. How many other girls are lucky enough to feel such pride?
Dad was now bucking his hips hard up into my face and loudly moaning, “Fuck yes, Amy! God, you’re a born cock-sucker! That’s my girl! Oh fuck Amy, you fucking cocksucking whore, you fucking little whore!”
Normally I’d be furious if a man called me a whore, but I was in a public parking lot with my panties around my ankles and my father’s cock in my mouth so on this occasion it seemed fitting.
I quickly swallowed the first salty blast of my Dad’s cum as he pumped his next load into my mouth. I was no longer aware of what Dad was saying as I just wanted to swallow as much of his love as possible. When he was done he let out a loud sigh, gently lifted my head off his cock and kissed my forehead. We both sat back in our seats and looked at each other. I playful raised my eyebrows and let a small stream of cum run out of my mouth and down my face.
“Oh Amy, what did I do to deserve a daughter like you?” he grinned.
I giggled and attempted to scoop up as much cum as I could with my fingers and back into my mouth. Sitting there with my pussy drenched from the fingering Dad had given me and the taste of his cum on my lips, I realized how unusual and how amazing my life had become. I didn’t even care if this shopping trip was a sham; I just loved being with him.
“So Dad,” I asked, “Are you really going to take me shopping for clothes?”
“Amy, yes! Wow, you really are suspicious of your old Dad.”
“Gee, I wonder why? Is it because you’re my father and you fuck me behind Mom’s back?”
“Hmmmm sarcasm, I see young lady, it’s going to be like that! And here I was thinking you’d be grateful for some new clothes.”
“Oh Daddy, I am. Of course I am. I’m sorry. You’re just kind of unpredictable these days!”
“Well, that’s a fair point. Amy, I love you and I love you looking cute and sexy. Are you good with that?”
“I’m good with that Daddy.”
We leaned in to kiss again and Dad buttoned up his jeans. He told me to clean myself up while he went to buy a ticket for the car. I watched him as he left the car and walked straight into a stern matronly old woman who was standing right by the back window glaring at me.
“Disgraceful!” the old bitch said to my father, “That young lady is young enough to be your daughter. You ought to be ashamed.”
Dad stared her straight in the eyes and snarled, “Well I’m not ashamed and for your information, she is my daughter. She’s also the best fuck I’ve ever had.”
Dad strode off leaving the silly old bitch behind and for a second I was worried she’d have a heart attack, but instead she shuffled away muttering about what the world was coming to. I pulled up my panties, smoothed down my skirt and checked my face in the mirror. Satisfied that I didn’t look too much like the incestuous cocksucking whore that I had become, I stepped out of the car.
The old woman wasn’t the only person who had been watching me suck my Dad. A car had pulled in right next to us at some point and in the driver’s seat was a cute red-haired girl my age who was starring at me like a rabbit in headlights. I met her gaze and she became all flustered as if she’d been starring for some time and hadn’t even realized it. She grabbed her stuff from her car’s passenger seat, quickly left her car, and half ran to the shops. She passed Dad who was walking back with the parking ticket and gasped when he grinned at her.
When Dad got back to the car he put the ticket on the dash, locked up and took me by the hand. As we walked to the shops in the same direction the spying red-head had rushed off to, Dad commented that she looked startled.
“I think she saw us Dad and then heard you tell that old lady I was your daughter.”
“Oh I see. Well, I suspect we may have awoken some longing inside her. Maybe her father is going to be a lucky man tonight. I have to say, I envy him. She’s a hot piece of ass.”
“Dad, don’t even joke!” I felt myself getting jealous again.
“Oh Amy, you’re still my girl,” he said as we walked into the mall and his hand slipped under my skirt and grabbed my ass.
“Daaaaaad, I though you weren’t going to do that,” I said as I self-consciously wriggled free, aware that there were people everywhere. “Wasn’t that the reason why you made me suck you off in the car? To keep you calm for at least a few hours. You need to behave.”
“We’ll see Amy, we’ll see.”
We spent the next hour or so going into some of my favorite stores to buy skirts, summer dresses, tight little tops and even a cute new pair of shoes, but soon Dad was directing me towards the mall’s most expensive department store. He wanted to buy me some more dresses like the little black one he bought for me on the night when we first had sex. He didn’t care how much the dresses cost, he just wanted them to be elegant, sexy, short to show off my legs, and tight across the chest to show off my little perky breasts. He also wanted them to be easy to unzip and to be easy to bunch up around the waist. He explained all this to the saleswoman who gave me a funny look and said, “And what does the young lady think about all this?”
“Oh, that’s all fine,” I stammered, “Whatever Dad says.”
Daddy smiled warmly, and put his arm around my waist, pulling me in tight.
“Ah I see,” said the saleswoman, “He’s your father.” She smiled. “Well, I suppose Daddy knows best,” she said winking at him.
“He sure does,” said Dad as his hand slipped under my skirt once again, pinching me hard on the butt. I yelped and the saleswoman leaned it close to talk to us quietly:
“My own daughter has a relationship with her father that’s similar to yours.”
“I not sure I know what you mean,” said Dad looking at her cautiously.
“They live together at his place in the desert as man and wife.”
“Ah I see,” replied Dad before leaning down and kissing me on the lips while squeezing my ass again. “Hear that Amy? We’re not the only ones who have this kind of relationship.”
“And you’re cool with you daughter being with your husband?” I asked the saleswoman.
“Well, for a start, he’s sadly not my husband as we split up before our daughter Rachel was born. But we’re very amicable. Rachel’s only just met him for the first time recently and neither of them could control their feelings for each other. It’s beautiful what they have together, but I miss my girl and I’m also a little jealous! But the attraction between a father and his daughter is a powerful thing, as I’m sure you both know all too well.”
We all smiled in agreement and the saleswoman asked us to wait while she went to find some dresses that she thought matched Dad’s specifications.
“Do you think Mom would be as easy going as her if she ever found out about us?” I asked Dad.
“God no! Are you kidding?” Dad replied incredulously, “I think she’d kick us both out! But even if she were okay with it, I like keeping it our little secret.”
“A secret? You tell everybody you meet that I’m your daughter and you are fucking me!”
“Only strangers Amy, nobody we actually know. I love the look on their faces. It’s especially hot when you realize how much they are turned on by the idea. Like that redhead from earlier. Boy I hope she goes home to fuck her Dad tonight. Maybe I could teach her some moves!”
I slapped Dad on the arm, “Not funny.”
Soon the saleswoman came back with a bunch of dresses and the three of us went into a dressing room for me to try everything on. The saleswoman told Dad he may as well sit in the room with me as it’s not like he’d see anything he hadn’t seen before. For the next hour I tried on a whole bunch of beautiful dresses, with both Dad and the saleswomen helping me to get in and out of each dress, which they both used as an excuse to grope my breasts and butt whenever they could. Dad made a few lame jokes to the saleswoman about how she needed to keep her hands off his property, but I could tell he loved seeing her feel me up. Soon they were laughing together and I had got so wet I was worried that my panties wouldn’t soak up all the juices and I’d stain the dresses.
It turned out not to be a problem as Dad bought everything I tried on. I had no idea when I’d have the occasion to wear so many gorgeous dresses, but I felt sexy and spoilt knowing my father had chosen them all for me. Once the saleswoman finished processing Dad’s credit card and folding up the dresses, she asked if there was anything else she could help us with today. Dad pretended to think about it, looked me up and down, and then turned back to the saleswoman and replied, “Yes, I think there is one last thing you can help us with. Would be kind enough to please direct us to the lingerie department?”
The saleswoman replied that it would be her pleasure and told me what a lucky girl I was. She then led us across the floor of the department store to the small lingerie area and left us with the salesgirl who would look after us. Her name was Claire and she was the redhead who had seen Dad and me in the car. Dad placed me in front of him, ran his hands up and down my arms, and pushed his crotch into me from behind. Through my skirt and his jeans I could feel his impatient erection wanting to break free once more. Oh boy, this was going to get crazy.
Claire stood there stunned, wide-eyed and frozen on the spot, not believing that she was going to have to serve us after we freaked her out so much in the car park. Before she got to say a word Dad addressed her, “Claire, we need some assistance. I require some of the finest bra, pantie, stocking and garter belt sets for my daughter here. I don’t want anything slutty or cheap looking; I want the very best in elegance and sophistication. I want her to look irresistible. Now please show me where your top lines are displayed and while I select some items how about you give Amy a proper fitting so we get the exact right measurements.”
Claire simply nodded yes, directed Dad to where they displayed the high-end items and took me into a small fitting room. She closed the curtain, took out her tape measure and told me to undress. While I stripped off I saw her notice how damp my panties were and she looked like she was about to burst into tears from the shock of it all. I smiled reassuringly at her while she started measuring me and taking notes. Suddenly she looked up at me and shyly asked, “Is he really your father?”
“Yes, he is.”
“Oh gosh,” Claire replied going all still and quiet, “And you both… you know… you…”
“We are lovers, yes Claire. My father and I are lovers.”
“Oh my. That must be really nice.”
“It is. It’s also crazy and scary and weird, but mostly, it’s really, really nice,” I looked down at her pretty little face and noticed a spark in her eyes that suggested there really was a deep passion burning inside her like Dad suspected. “Do you have feelings for your father Claire?” I asked her.
Before she could answer, Dad flung open the dressing-room curtain. “God damn it Dad!” I yelled, quickly covering my breasts and looking out to see if anybody was looking in. Dad smirked and held up a tiny pair of light blue lacey panties. He told Claire he wanted the full set they belonged to in the right size for me. Claire said yes and then left to find the items from the shelves, but not before turning back to me to simply say, “Yes I do.”
“What was that all about?” Dad asked.
“You were right about her. She does want to fuck her father.”
“Fantastic,” said Dad.
Claire returned with the items Dad requested and ordered him to wait outside the fitting room while I tried them on. Dad started to protest, but I also told him he had to wait as I wanted him to see the end results once I was fully dressed. After Dad and Claire left, I peeled off my plain white panties, drenched with my arousal, and admired myself fully naked in the mirror for a moment. My neatly trimmed patch of hair above my pussy was something I took extra care of, especially since discovering that neatly groomed is how Dad likes it. I ran my hands over my tummy and little breasts and shivered at the idea of them starting to swell if I got pregnant. It was a delicious thought.
But it was time to try on the lingerie Dad had selected for me and as usual, his taste was amazing. The panties and bra were transparent light blue with dark grey detailing, and made from the thinnest and finest lace. As soon as I put them on my nipples and clit stood to attention, stimulated by the delicate fabric. I attached the garter belt just above my hips and pulled up the sheer nylon stockings that clipped onto the straps hanging down. I stood with my hands on my hips, admiring my slender body in the mirror. The lingerie was gorgeous and I was once more impressed with Dad’s taste.
The fitting room curtain slowly parted and Dad quietly walked in, stood behind me, and closed the curtain again. He placed his hands on my naked stomach and gently massaged my belly, while looking over my shoulder at me in the mirror.
“Perfect. You look perfect Amy,” he said softly.
“Thank you Daddy,” I whispered while half twisting around to kiss him. He inhaled deeply as our lips met and then lightly brushed his fingertips up and down my ribs, just underneath the tiny, delicate bra I was wearing. I moaned at his touch and softly whispered, “Touch my breasts Daddy, please.”
His hands reached up and gently pealed down the thin fabric of the bra cups to expose my breasts. He took my erect nipples in between his fingertips and squeezed them. My hands covered his and I leaned my head back onto his shoulder and moaned loudly. It felt so good having my father touch my breasts like that.
But all too soon his hands dropped from my breasts and went behind me. I heard the unmistakable sound off my father undoing his belt, unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down. His cock sprang free, hit me in the back, and then he bent his knees and pushed it between my legs so the tip was visible in the mirror as it poked out between my legs.
“Daddy, what are you doing?” I whispered.
“Shhhh Amy, just let me rub it between your legs.”
He grabbed my hips and pulled me back and forth over his cock, which was pulsating against my pussy through the sheer lace panties. I couldn’t stop myself from making small whimpering noises and I just hoped that Dad would cum soon before anybody heard us.
Dad removed his hands from my hips to pull the lace panties aside so his cock could rest directly against my pussy. His started to guide it inside me.
“No, Daddy, no! Not here! Not here!”
But Dad wouldn’t listen, and kept trying to push his cock inside me. I tried to reach around to push him away but he was too strong and I wasn’t really wanting him to stop.
“I need to fuck you Amy, my god I need to fuck you,” he hissed.
“Daddy, no, not here, nooooooo… ohhhhhhh Daddy…”
His cock found its way into my wet little hole and my body once more surrendered to the forbidden sensation of having my father inside it. Even if I could have stopped him from his latest violation, there was no way I truly wanted to.
“Get on your toes Amy, I need to push all the way in. Lean forward and put your hands on either side of the mirror.”
I did as Dad said, practically falling forward and slamming my hands against the fitting room walls as my little pussy opened up even further for my father’s cock.
“Good girl, oh yes, good girl. Now come on, raise your ass, lift your head up and lower your back. Be my little kitten.”
I positioned myself like Daddy wanted as his hands grasped my hips, with his fingers just underneath the stocking straps running up to the garter belt. Dad started to push me back and forth over his cock, which was now buried deep inside me. I looked up into the mirror and saw my face flushed with desire and behind me, the sight of my bottom slapping up against Dad’s waist as he fucked me like an animal. We made eye contact through the mirror and I ran my tongue over my lips.
“Oh fuck me,” Daddy groaned starring at me.
“No Daddy, you’re fucking me,” I replied, “You’re fucking your daughter.”
Dad closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure, giving me a chance to notice that the fitting room curtain did not go all the way to the floor. If anybody was standing just outside they would see my two feet in stockings, standing on their toes and splayed wide apart with Dad’s feet between them, his jeans crumbled around his ankles.
I heard Claire’s voice from just behind the curtain, “Sir, miss, I’m sorry, but… but please… you can’t do that here.”
“Claire,” Dad spoke authoritatively while continuing to push his cock in and out of me, “My daughter and I are engaged in a very intimate moment. Please let us be and keep other customers away. Okay?”
“Oh no, you mustn’t…”
Dad moved one hand to my left breast to rub his thumb over my nipple, while he used his other hand to part my labia and seek out my clit. He spoke to Claire again, “Claire, I have one hand on my daughter’s tit and another on her clit. My cock is deeper in her cunt than I ever thought imaginable. I’m not stopping until I’m done.”
Claire sounded like she was crying, “But, the garments, you’ll ruin them and I’ll get into trouble. Oh please stop, you mustn’t do this!”
This time Dad sounded a lot gentler, even though his thrusts into me got more and more aggressive, “Claire we’ll be buying these items. My daughter will wear them out of the store no matter what condition they are in. And Claire, see the pile of panties I left on the chair just where you are now?”
Claire sniffed and replied, “Yes, sir. I see them.”
“Find me the complete sets for all of those that you have in my daughter’s size. And I want a range of colors – black, white, red, blue, green, whatever. You have her measurements so run along and do that. I’ll be buying the lot. You’ll get a huge commission.”
“Oh wow, okay, yes sir,” Claire sounded a bit happier.
“And Claire, pick out something nice for yourself too. It’s on me. Okay?”
“Yes, oh my, yes sir.”
Claire hurried away and Daddy returned his focus on me, hooking both his arms under mine and then suddenly pulling me upright and flat against his body. He grabbed his shoulders, pinning me against him with my arms flailing while he continued to fuck me from behind. I looked at myself in the mirror once more as this time I could see his cock going straight into my pussy. I was shocked at how much my father’s fucking had stretched me wide open.
“Look Amy,” he said, “Look at how your cunt takes all of me inside you.”
I was too overwhelmed to reply and just starred at us in the mirror, my mouth and eyes wide open from pleasure and shock by how turned on I was at seeing the reflection of my father and me together. It was like I still hadn’t fully mentally processed the reality of what had been happening since Monday, but reflected in front of me was the incestuous truth.
Seeing his daughter filled with his cock seemed to have a similar effect on Dad as he started bending his knees further and then springing up again to ram himself even further up inside me. The internal battering was exquisite. Suddenly Dad pushed up really deep and I felt an intense tingling sensation inside me like nothing I had felt before.
“Oh god Daddy, what was that?”
“Amy! That was your cervix. I’m so deep inside you my cock just brushed against your cervix!”
He thrust again and I felt the tingles even more intensely this time. “Daddy, yes!” I called out as a tear from both eyes ran down the sides of my face.
“Oh Amy girl, this feels so good!”
Dad’s deep thrusting continued, each time tickling my cervix just that little bit more. I now knew what to do with my flailing hands and I used one to rub my clit while I pinched my nipple with the other. Dad clearly loved the sight of this and thrust harder and harder, until his cock was lifting me off the ground with every upward thrust.
“Daddy, Daddy!” I was crying from desire as my breasts, clit and cervix all conspired to send shock waves of pleasure across my body as I had the biggest orgasm of my life.
“Amy, Amy, Amy, yes you gorgeous girl!” cried Dad as he screwed up his face, tightened his grip on me so hard that I knew it would leave bruises, and flooded my womb with his cum. His organism was so strong that I felt the multiple spurts of his seed hit my cervix, on their way deeper into my fertile little body. If I wasn’t pregnant already, the load of cum Dad pumped into me now would do the trick for sure.
When the throbbing in Dad’s cock had died down, Dad loosened his grip on me and I stumbled off him to collapse against the wall. We both sank to the ground and looked at each other. Some of Dad’s cum had managed to escape from its journey into my reproductive organs, and leaked out of my pussy onto the floor.
“Dad… That was you attempting to behave?”
“Yeah, I guess I failed at that. Amy I want to fuck you everywhere I can. That was amazing.”
“I know Daddy. It was. And you can have me whenever you want. I’m sorry I resisted at first. Next time I won’t.”
“But Amy, I like a little bit of a fight,” he replied winking at me.
“You’re so wicked Daddy!”
Dad and I helped each other up and hugged affectionately as father and daughter and as lovers. I adjusted the lingerie and put my t-shirt and skirt on over the top. Dad pulled up his jeans, and stuffed my old bra and panties into one of his pockets.
We left the fitting room and spotted Claire standing in the corner of the lingerie department, almost completely concealed behind a stack of display shelves. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was open, and her tiny chest was rising and falling from the deep breaths she was taking. Her hand was down the front of her skirt. While we watched, she slowly removed her hand and we saw it was glistening wet. She’d just finished masturbating to the sounds of our incestuous lovemaking.
Dad and I walked to the counter and Dad cleared his throat. Claire suddenly snapped back into reality and hurried over, her face as red as her hair. She apologized for the delay and started ringing up all the pieces of lingerie she’d picked out based on Dad’s instructions. Dad reminded her to charge us for the pieces I was currently wearing and then handed her his credit card.
“Claire?” Dad said.
“Yes sir?”
“You did remember to pull out something for yourself to charge to me didn’t you.”
“Yes sir, thank you. It’s been included.”
“Good girl,” Dad smiled. “And Claire – tell me who you are going to wear it for.”
Claire glanced at me unsure what to say. I smiled, nodded and raised my eyebrows to indicate to her to speak the truth.
“Sir,” she replied. “I’m going to wear it for my father.”
I beamed at her and Dad told her she was a good girl. Dad wrapped one of his big strong arms around my shoulders and placed another on my tummy as he pulled me in close. “Daughters should be with their fathers,” he said.
She giggled and looked the happiest I’d seen her all day. She handed me the new bags to add to all the ones I had already and was about to wish us a good day when she quickly remembered to ask if there was anything else she could help us with.
Dad rubbed my belly with his hand and kissed me gently on the forehead. He turned to Claire and replied, “There is one last thing. Since we are here, could you please point us in the right direction for maternity clothes.”
Claire looked like she was about to faint, it was my turn to go bright red, and Dad just grinned while continuing to rub my soon to be swollen belly.