The world was finally changing. A bill had been introduced to the House of Commons, asking for the approval of incest between consensual partners. Fathers and daughters, mothers and sons, siblings and grandparents rejoiced and fucked like bunnies that day. So many people were happy except for the congregation of Rev. Tom Cummings. Weeks before he had preached a sermon so inspirational and moving all those who had even the smallest urge to nibble on their daughters pussies vowed to change their ways.
"The world is going to Hell in a hand basket! The world is on the verge of chaos ... this is only the beginning Anne!" Rev. Cumming raged to his wife as she fixed him breakfast. His pretty 19 year old daughter Kimmy walked over to the kitchen counter and poured herself a cup of her mother's wonderful hot coffee. Eyeing her father with amusement, she wondered what he would say if he knew his brother had already asked her to "sample his basket". She smiled remembering his pleasure when she'd sampled his "basket" and polished off his "sausage". If only her own father shared her Uncle's free love philosophy.
"Oh Daddy, the bill has not been approved yet and it may never be approved. However the reasons for keeping incest a moral and criminal taboo no longer exist. People are now able to guard against unwanted pregnancies and possible birth defects. Besides, I doubt it will ever pass, it's too much fun to do something naughty," Kimmy smirked at her father over the rim of her "I Don't Do Mornings" coffee mug. He looked so distinguished and serious in his tweed jacket and white collar. His pepper and salt hair brushed back from his high forehead and his grey eyes a perfect match for his scowling face.
"Young lady, shouldn't you be getting ready for school?" asked Rev. Cumming, arching an eyebrow at his lovely daughter. She had a thin white nightgown on and he could make out the red outline of her bikini panties. Her long black hair fell straight onto to the graceful shoulders of a born dancer and her large hazel eyes held a mischievous twinkle that her father always had trouble denying. She stood 5 ft 3 in heels and her large breasts stood proudly on her small frame, heavy and bouncy and perfectly round with large pink nipples. Her sweet ass was a handful of sexual delight and it was no wonder that every man she'd ever known was like a slave to her wants and needs, including her father.
"Nope, Professor Longfellow is away today and had to cancel class. I just have my night class tonight Daddy. What are your plans today? Counselling lovelorn couples or depressed sex perverts?" Kimmy teased.
"Kimberly, your father does not counsel sex perverts ... just sex addicts. Be respectful" Anne Cummings admonished, handing the good minister his planner. Anne was a tall woman and Kimmy had inherited her great figure but unfortunately Anne was a very serious, devote Christian. The perfect wife for an ambitious Minister wanting to be Bishop some day, but not a woman to make a man happy or joyful. She seldom smiled or laughed. "I certainly hope you don't plan to hang around the house all day Kimberly, you should go find something constructive to do. You know I'll be gone all day, thanks to the lady's auxiliary bake sale and flea market. You could come and help out," Anne offered.
"Actually, I thought I would help Daddy today, if it's ok with him? I noticed your office was pretty messy and I thought I could organize your files or help in some other way. What do you say Daddy?" Kimmy asked hopefully, giving her father her "sweet and innocent" look she'd perfected years ago.
"Kimberly I doubt your father would approve of you getting underfoot while he tries to work," Anne scowled as she cleared the table. Kimmy pouted at her father and wished for the hundredth time in her life that her mother's lips were sown shut. Sitting down in the chair across from her father, she decided to change tactics.
"Please Daddy! I never get to see you lately and I had some questions for you regarding a paper I'm working on in my Contemporary religion class. I won't get in the way, I promise," Kimmy begged ignoring the look on her mother's face. She was facing her father, her legs slightly spread and her nightgown high up on her hips. If he looked down, which he did accidentally, he could see the red panties peeking from between her legs. Closing his eyes, he reached for his coffee and took a large swallow of the hot liquid before responding. Trying to ignore the heaviness in his balls, he shifted away from his daughter and looked down at his planner.
"If you promise to not get in the way or bother Mrs. Casey, you can come with me sweetie," he answered, ignoring his wife's frown. He watched as his daughter hurried out of the room to go and get ready for the day. His wife's expression made him feel guilty for giving in to their daughter, but he reasoned, it was for school, it was a good excuse to spend time with her. In the back of his mind, he was hoping she would wear a short skirt, a tight sweater and no bra or panties and he hated himself for those thoughts. He was the biggest hypocrite he knew.
A few hours later, he was finishing up a session with Edward Stone, an older man who was torn about having an incestuous relationship with his daughter. Rev. Cummings let his mind wonder and wished he could fuck his own beautiful Kimmy. God only knew how unhappy he was in his marriage. Anne was a cold fish and even he had heard about Kimmy's constant parade of boyfriends, old and young. If only he had the nerve, the balls to do it, but he knew he would never come on to his own daughter and he had his reputation in the community, in his church, to think about.
His daughter was currently re-typing his budget proposal and going over his Sunday sermon. He knew her little skirt barely covered her luscious ass and wondered if he could get away with a brushing up against her with his cock. He knew from previous experience that he had to be patient and the opportunity would present itself eventually.
Tom watched Edward work himself up, crying and sobbing over his lack of discipline and immoral activities. He showed the poor man patience and Christian kindness and assured him that with God's help they would cure his evil ways. The session could not end soon enough for Tom and after walking Mr. Stone to the door, went to find his daughter to see if she wanted to get some lunch.
"Hey Sweetie. Need a break?" he asked brightly, finding Kimmy with her ass in the air as she added the budget files to his file cabinet. "Yep, sure Daddy, I'm starved!"
They picked up some sandwiches at the deli around the corner and decided to go to the park to eat. Finding an empty picnic table they were silent for a while as they ate their lunch. "How was Mr. Stone's session," Kimmy inquired brushing her father's leg with her foot.
Tom sighed, "Ok ... he has a lot to worry about right now Sweetie," he answered looking troubled. In truth he was more troubled about his own feelings.
"Hmmm ... yes I've heard he's sleeping with his daughter," Kimmy smirked.
"What!" the good Reverend exclaimed, shocked that his daughter was aware of Edward's scandalous lifestyle. According to Edward it was a relationship that his daughter had initiated and refused to stop. "Where did you hear about that Kimmy?" her father demanded.
