And he did. Standing stiff with excitement and hesitation, Eugene ran his hand over his oldest daughter's downy pussy, felt its warmth, its wetness and its sweet odor. Well, at leas she had some hair, unlike Tammi's bald child pussy. He gently inserted his middle finger into the tightness of her young vagina, marveling at its beckoning, aromatic softness. His penis jumped every time a beat of his heart infused it with blood, and he sweated and panted as if the air had suddenly become as hot and dry as in a desert.
“Do you want to see what you're feeling?,” Tammi asked. Eugene hesitated, knowing how hard it would be to look Tiffany into the eyes after his not-quite-unashamed groping of her privates, but he relented, and nodded. Tammi removed the blind-fold, and Eugene got a visual shock as he saw his daughter like he'd never seen her before: Sitting on the kitchen counter, naked except for a token skirt, the nipples of her cute, smallish breasts standing at attention, her legs spread widely and lewdly apart, with her young blond-haired pussy pink and open to his stare and his touch.
He nearly buckled as he engulfed this vision. Reluctantly, he met her eyes. She was grinning at him with lust painted across her face-not a daughterly look at all. And yet, somewhere behind it all, the innocence and familiarity of his own flesh and blood daughter was looking at him.
Something in him screamed that this iswrong oh so wrongbut he knew that such objections were far too late now. The threshold had been crossed. But somehow he still found it difficult to move. The whole thing was so… unreal.
Tammi offered a helping hand. She gently pointed her father's trembling erection in the right direction, and lightly but insistently pushed him forward. Just at the entrance, she stopped, and her judgment was perfect. The next tiny yet crucial step was up to Eugene. If he took it, there would be no turning back.
Needless to say, Eugene's raging hard-on was out of control, it's purple head demanding its due. He took the step, and crossed the point of no return. Panting with exasperation, he grabbed his youngest daughter's hips and slowly, ever so slowly, ever so gently, prodded her soft vaginal lips with the head of his steel-hard shaft, savoring the feeling of the velvet female tissue just before he pressed onward into the tight but slippery canal.
Then he was inside. A final push, taking him in to the hilt, consummated the physical union . This was the moment when the trespass was complete; this was the moment when the memory of consummated incest became forever a part of their lives.
Eugene started the slow stroking. Pulling out, pushing in, pulling out, pushing in… the red, wet vaginal walls of his 13-year-old daughter were throbbing, their muscles oscillating, and she breathed in little whimpers of extreme pleasure and passion as the genital friction proceeded. She hugged him tight and her petite body felt as if it was almost absorbed into his as his penis buried itself deep inside his teenage daughter's flesh. Quickly, his climax approached, and he was too far gone to even try and slow it down. So the moves and the breathing and the whimpers sped up, as Eugene unrelentingly pummeled his daughter. Tiffany in turn used his excitement to increase her own, and as Eugene's orgasm welled up in him, she drew from its power, too.
How can the ecstasy of an unrestrained climax deep inside your own, sex-oozing daughter ever hope to be described? Undulating waves of hot tickles; a sex itch that spreads throughout the body; a supreme instinctive power of sheer sensation taking you over, controlling your moves to ensure the completion of the procreational imperative.
In the end, the infinite emotional and sexual sweetness Eugene felt as he made hard love to the flesh of his flesh sent him over the edge, explosively exhausting his white fluid, saturating his daughter's loins with the fruits of his own.
In part blurry passion and part despairing shame at the unspeakable act, Eugene moaned out his supreme sexual pleasure as he unloaded himself into sweet, sweet Tiffany in quaking burst after quaking burst. As he hazily dislodged his slimy shaft from his youngest daughter's pussy, Eugene finally realized, and accepted, that everything was different now. The time for regrets was past.
After that, nothing was forbidden. Eugene could take his daughters, and they him, anytime, anywhere, any hole, any perverse act?
It's the way it was in these parts of the world.
Stop, Don't Fuck Your Daughter!
Don Elliott
Pornography got me into trouble. I wasn't tech savvy enough to password protect the adult sites I was visiting on my family's computer or even delete the history screens. That was how my daughter learned about my obsession with incest, a shameful fetish I've carried with me ever since I was twelve and found that my father kept a stash of magazines about father/daughter and mother/son incest. Those magazines were my first exposure to pornography and they unleashed a shameful desire in my soul.