My name is Joseph Laughlin and my mother is pure blooded Navajo. Since my father is pure blooded Irish, I never received much respect growing up from either world. My wife, Teresa, never had a problem with my mixed heritage, but her very traditional Mexican family did. They told her she would be disowned if she ever married me, which proved to be no false threat. Ever since we took our vows, there has not been a single word from any member of her family.
Her parents are both American citizens by birth, but neither truly embraced what it means to be an American. Teresa was very different from every member of her family and loves this country greatly. Her parents taught her that Americans had stolen the land from Mexico and her siblings believed every word they were taught. My wife was never one to blindly accept anything, so she researched what had happened and was rather surprised to find the United States paid off the full debt that Mexico had acquired in its short existence. Not only had the victors not taken the entire country, they saved Mexico from ruin.
My wife and I may not be practicing Catholics, but certainly have the children of the most devout. Seven sons and one daughter makes for a rather full house and I am still not used to the quiet that has been brought on by their absence. My sons have all moved away and started families of their own, but my youngest is still living with us. Susanna is eighteen years old and shares the traits of both me and my wife. My sons visit as often as they can, but I am well aware of the time needed to build a strong family.
Shortly after we were married, a good friend invited us over to spend an afternoon with him and his wife. After several drinks, it was revealed they were swingers and we were both buzzed enough to accept what they had to offer. From that moment, our marriage became open and neither of us have ever looked back. I don't care who my wife fucks, just as she doesn't care who I fuck. We love each other and that is all that really matters.
Well before that moment with my good friend and his wife, I had fantasized about being with other women. Unlike most guys, my fantasies were always about women that are related to me. Sometimes it was my mother, but generally it was one of my sisters that I envisioned while in bed with my wife. Teresa has no knowledge of my incestuous fantasies and I have no idea what she would do if the truth was ever revealed.
I glance out the window and see Susanna laying on her stomach outside. She is wearing a skimpy string bikini, exactly the same style she has worn for years. Unlike all those other times, my eyes don't pull away from her body. Teresa is out, probably getting fucked, and we are alone. For the first time in my life, I see my daughter as a woman and her toned body looks wonderful with so little to cover herself. Knowing there is no chance of getting caught, my eyes remain on her round cheeks with desire on my face.
I drop my pants and start to stroke my massive dick, which must come from my mother's side of the family. There is nothing Irish about my eight inches and I have the girth to go along with the length. My eyes are locked on Susanna's bronze cheeks, but my mind is filled with the wonderful image of my daughter on her knees. This is the first time I have ever fantasized about her and I do not last very long as I explode. This isn't the first time my cum has flown in random directions and it won't be the last.
As I pull my pants up and start to clean the mess I made, I keep my eyes on those round cheeks as best I can. I have two fantasies that I have never experienced due to a lack of opportunity. One is incest and the other is turning someone innocent into my personal whore. Sure, I've been with whores, including my wife, but never was the one responsible for them reaching that point. I wonder if Susanna could fulfill both fantasies at the same time.
I know my daughter is not a virgin, since my wife told me and swore me to secrecy. Never once have I have talked about sex with her, since that was my wife's responsibility. The talk with the boys had been mine and my wife reluctantly took care of the talk with her. Teresa also informed me she that our daughter is on the pill, but spends far too many nights at home for her to be very experienced with anything.
Staring at her bronze body glistening under the sun brings me to the point of no return. I have to have my daughter and there is nothing to stop me. She will become my whore and mine alone. The only question that comes to my mind is how to make it happen. It isn't like I can just walk out there and tell her to suck my dick, which is going to be flaccid for a while anyway.
The ringing of the phone brings me out of my thoughts and I hear Teresa on the other end. My wife is telling me about an orgy she wants us to go to. I politely decline and tell her to have fun. There is no need for that last part, since there is little doubt she will have the time of her life. Teresa tells me how much my dick will be missed at the party, but I am free to be with any woman I wish. If only she knew the truth about which woman I had every intention of being with, I wonder what her reaction would be.
I am tempted to use alcohol to get my daughter to lower her defensive walls, but that isn't quite the same as what I truly desire. There is nothing more exciting than the idea of seeing her eyes change slowly over time. I want it to take time to get her to the whore she will become and slowly break down every defense she has without the assistance of alcohol.
About an hour later she comes in and I tell her about her mother's last minute business trip. That is what we always refer to our secret lives whenever we are around our children. They don't need to know about our sex lives and things like being with my wife in a gangbang would not be easy to explain. There is nothing surprising about a last minute trip and Susanna doesn't think twice about it.
I decide to wait until she's asleep to act our my incestuous desire for my daughter. She is a heavy sleeper and I am standing just outside her door with nothing to cover my body. I have been listening for the past ten minutes and am certain she is in a deep sleep. My fingers slowly turn the knob and I open the door to see her sleeping on her back on top of her blanket. She is wearing a long shirt and it completely covers everything.
I turn on her light without fear of her waking, since I have no interest in concealing my identity from her. I reach her bed and slowly caress her bare legs and love the way her flesh feels against my hands. There is no sign of her waking as I raise her shirt and reveal her panties and hope she will continue to sleep for what I must do next.
My fingers reach between her panties and her flesh and I slowly start to work them down. As she continues to sleep soundly, I am given a wonderful view of her tightly trimmed bush. I don't take the time I would like, since I need to get her panties off of her completely. They are caught on her cheeks, but I am patient as they are slowly released.
With her panties completely off, I continue to move in the hopes that my daughter's slumber is not interrupted. I carefully spread her legs and the pink stands out wonderfully from her bronzed skin. With no sign of waking just yet, I slowly get my shoulders under her legs and smell the sweetness of her hardly used pussy.
Inhaling deeply, I place my tongue carefully between her lips and she gives me a sigh in her sleep. I've tasted a lot of pussy, but there is something a little different about this one. I don't know if it's my lack of recent experience with anyone this young or the knowledge that it belongs to my daughter. Either way, it tastes very good and I start to slowly explore this newfound flavor.
She is still asleep as her sighs start to change to moans and I am slowly working my way to her clit. My brown eyes are looking across her body and her hands are moving towards my head. I cannot see her face as she continues to slumber, but that doesn't matter right now. All that matters is ensuring I eat her pussy better than it has ever been eaten and know she will wake to feeling things she has never felt.
Her fingers reach my hair as I reach her clit and my tongue is filling with more of the wondrous flavors she is bringing. Her moans are much more pronounced and her eyes will soon open, if they have not already done so. While I work her clit with years of experience, my eyes watch and wait for hers. Every movement I make is purposeful and aimed at giving my daughter ever increasing pleasure.
She moans out and her voice sounds out the pleasure I am giving her. "Don't stop."
I honor her words, but would not have cared if she had said just the opposite. There is no doubt she is awake, but still has not looked down to see my face. Her fingers dig into my short hair and I watch for her eyes to crest her body. These wonderful flavors and scents continue to build, which drives me onward and nothing will stop me from reaching my goal of being the one to make her cum harder than she ever has in her life.
