“Jenny, you're getting confused.”
“Why'd you let me read that, dad? Do you know what that did to my head?”
She collapsed in my arms sobbing. I felt terrible. I had introduced my daughter to my own shame. The story had been a turn-on for her and she had been upstairs masturbating thinking she was safe, like I thought I was safe.
“It's okay, Jenny. Don't cry. It doesn't mean anything. You can find it hot. I promise.”
“But I thought about you,” she said into my chest.
“What?”
She pulled her head up. “I thought about you.”
I looked at my daughter, her long auburn hair was soaked with tears and clung to her cheeks. Her eyes were puffy and red and her nose was runny. As I brushed her hair away I felt my cock begin to stir.
“It's okay to think about me,” I said. “I promise.”
“Then why don't you think about me?”
I had never thought about it, honestly. My daughter was beautiful. Her tits were firm and her round ass appealed to that part of me that likes to spank, but I when I read those stories I never placed her image between my legs sucking my cock. I knew why.
“I am afraid to think about you, Jenny. It's wrong. I thought it would make me a pervert.”
“Itdoes,”she said, laughing through her tears.
I pulled her hair back again. Then I kissed her forehead.
“I'm sorry this happened,” I said.
Then I kissed her on the cheek. Then our lips met. Panic overwhelmed me, but my cock became hard.
“Jenny,” I said, and kissed her gently again.
“Please,” she said.
Our mouths opened and our tongues met. Her lips were soft and salty from her tears. I ran my hand through her hair. She broke away and began to kiss my neck. I started to cry.
“What are we doing?” I said, but she bit me and I stopped speaking.
Our lips met again and my hands moved along her back. I placed my fingers into the arch of her lower back and flattened my hands. I shoved them downward and cupped her firm, runner's ass through her jeans. She hugged me tightly around my neck. I pulled my hands back up and slid them under the fabric of her t-shirt, holding her soft, small love handles. She pulled away slightly and my hands cupped her breasts. My thumb traced over the fabric of her lacy bra, circling her hard nipple.
We broke our kiss and I pulled her shirt over her head. I then reached around and unsnapped her bra. Her breasts were beautiful and firm and her lips quivered as she looked at me looking at her. I grabber her face with my right hand and brought her eyes to mine.
“Are you okay?”
“I don't know,” she answered.
“Do you want to stop?”
“No.”
I got on my knees and took her nipple into her mouth. With my left hand I caressed her belly and her right breast. Then I switched. Jennifer ran her hands through my hair and I began to fumble with the buttons of her jeans. I yanked them off.
I grabbed her hands and pulled her down to the floor, turning her around so her back was to me. I pushed her downward so she was lying on her stomach and put my weigh on top of her, my cock pressing into her ass cheeks. I bit kissed her neck and then worked my way down her back. I liked the entire length and then sat up and looked at her firm teenage ass in her thong panties.
“You are sobad,”I said and then smacked her right cheek with medium strength.
She let out a little gasp. I spread her legs apart and rubbed her cunt through the thin materials of her panties with my left hand.
“You aresobad,” I said again and spanked her with my right hand.
She moaned and I pressed my thumb between the covered lips of her pussy. I grabbed her hips and lifted her waist so only her face and arms were on the ground.
“What do you want me to do?” I asked, still rubbing her cunt.
“You know,” she said.
I slapped her left cheek this time. “I want to hear you say it. What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to fuck me,” she said.
A part of me said stop, don't fuck your daughter, but a stronger part of me pulled her panties to the side and made me lick her cunt from behind. I circled her clit and shoved my thumbs into the wet folds of her pussy. Her cunt tasted like heaven. She bucked against my hand. I withdrew my thumb and licked from her clit to her asshole circling both end-points for extended amounts of time. I could tell my daughter was no virgin. With her asshole lubed up with my spit I went back to her clit and shoved the first two knuckles of my pinky finger into her tight ass.
“That feels so good,” she said. “I'm going to come soon if you don't stop.”
“What do you want?”
“I want your cock,” she said.
“Roll over,” I told her.