One thing I had discovered about myself since all this young pussy was ever so willing to feel the experience of an older man's touch is that my cock seem to stay rock hard all the time. My mind whirled with the thought of Randy, Karen and especially my sweet lovely daughter Amy. It seems these days all I can think about is pussy, fucking it, eating it, just having it. Allison has called several times but I put her off with the excuse I am working. Karen has come over several times since I fucked her on the pool table. I wish I could say I felt guilty about fucking the little minx but I did not. I loved it every time and so did she.
I can't believe the thoughts I've been having about Daddy. Everything I've ever heard says that this wrong, but I can't get them from my mind. Ever since that kiss up at the cabin the thought of Daddy kissing me, holding me, screwing me has swirled around in my brain, setting me on fire. Nothing I've done seems to quench this fire, not the proverbial cold shower. 'OH GOD! Why do I feel like this?' And I can't tell if having Karen here all the time is helping. She hasn't told me yet about her and Daddy and I haven't told her I've been watching. And I can't believe I actually poked a hole in the wall of the hall closet next to Daddy's room.
It was hard to find the times with Karen as Amy seemed to be hanging around the house more than usual but we did find the time and god it was tremendous but still those nasty, evil thoughts of fucking my dear Amy would creep into my mind each time I fucked her best friend. I seemed to always be thinking of fucking my little girl. It got to the point that every time I would see her my cock would begin to stiffen and I am sure on several occasions she couldn't help but notice.
The thoughts are on my mind all the time now. I can't shake them. I seem to be living in a constant state of excitement. My body constantly tingles which gets more intense whenever I'm around Daddy. And the way he's been acting he has to know something is wrong. I just know it.
It was Saturday morning and I finally drug my ass out of bed having been fucking Karen until very early in the morning. Amy was already down stairs fixing a late breakfast when I came into the kitchen. She was dressed as usual for around the house, shorts and a t-shirt with no underwear. My cock throbbed to life and I tried to concentrate on other things to keep it from hardening to a shaft of blue steel.
"Morning Daddy." Her smile melted me right down to the ground.
'Oh Daddy looks so sexy in that dark blue work shirt and jeans of his. Oh how I wish I had been with him last night instead of Karen. God I can't believe I'm jealous of her. Oh no! I hope he can't tell how turned on I am' feeling my nipples hardening as I smile at him. 'Get up, girl, make him a cup of coffee. Do something normal, then he won't notice' Goading myself into action.
She got up from he stool and made me a cup of coffee. "I know you'll need this since I was asleep before you came in last night" She grinned. " Did you have fun?"
'Oh for the love of mike, what a stupid ass thing to say. Of course he had fun, you nitwit. Damn I wish he had stayed here and Karen had come here. I could have watched.' Feeling the tingling in my pussy start, knowing I'm getting wet just thinking about what they did, sends a light flush creeping along my skin. 'I hope Daddy doesn't notice. Just sit the coffee on front of him, don't even think about how good he smells or how good it must feel to have his cock inside you, just go get a plate of eggs and bacon for him. You can do this, girl'
I knew I flushed cause I could feel the heat on my face. I stammered my thanks for the coffee and mumbled, " Yes honey I did."
"Good." She beamed. "There's nothing I want more than for you to be happy Daddy."
'Yes, I want you to be happy Daddy, but god how I want you to fuck me, to slam that hot looking cock of yours into me. How I want you to take my cherry' Gazing at him with bright, sparkling eyes as I fill a plate, 'Can you tell how much I want you, Daddy? Can you tell how my body burns for your touch?'
I looked into her sparkling eyes and almost swooned, as I looked into their depth, feeling myself being dragged into their depths. Oh god, I thought, I want her. Damn how I want her. I sipped my coffee slowly, the hot liquid doing little to quell the burning desire of my daughter.
Her closeness startled me from my wicked thoughts as she set a plate of food in front of me. Her right nipple rubbed against my arm slightly as I could feel it stiffen and I was certain she shivered under the touch that passed between us. I turned slightly and caught her eyes, her skin was flushed and her breathing a bit irregular. I spun a bit more on the stool, lowering my right knee to get around her close proximity. Our eyes locked, as I reached out for her without even thinking, the only thought in my head was the electricity of that kiss at the cabin.
Moving closer to sit the plate down, brushing against him, his heady scent nearly making me faint, my nipples getting harder as they brush his arm, 'this is not working. I want him so much. I want him to kiss me so much. I want to feel that thrill I felt at the cabin.' Shuddering at the thought my eyes look into his and I'm lost. Feeling his hands on me as he reaches for me.
I lowered my head to hers and heard her whisper, "Oh Daddy, yes." As our lips met the current that flowed between us was like a jolt of lightning. My head swam as my tongue pushed between her lips and she eagerly accepted it as our tongues entwined. Oh god she tasted so sweet, so fresh. The realization of what I was doing exploded in my mind and I pulled back. Our breathing was heavy and ragged as I looked at her.
'OOOOOOOHHHHHmmmmmmmmm' My body shivers as ripples of liquid fire course from my lips right down to my toes. His lips they taste so good. 'Oh yes! YES! YES! Daddy! Yes!'
"Amy. I. I." I stuttered. " I am so sorry. I don't know why…"
I pressed my lips pressed against his again and she whispered. "It's okay Daddy. I want it too." Leaning in to him, brushing my lips against his, kissing HIM this time. My thoughts praying, 'Yes, I want this. I WANT this so much. Please let him want this as much as I do.'
My eyes went wide as her tongue pressed between my lip and I closed mine around it sucking tenderly, savoring the sweetness of her lips. I pulled back again looking at my daughter with disbelief and shook my head slightly to try and clear away the confusion running rampant through it right now. "Honey, we can't do this." My voice shook with desire, but I was the adult here, and she my daughter for Christ's sake.
"But why daddy? You're an adult. I am an adult. We love each other. You want me I can tell. I've seen you having sex and I want to do it with you." Trying hard to keep the plaintive tone from my voice, "If we both want it, how can it be so wrong, Daddy?" looking at him with liquid eyes.
My shock was genuine even though I had thought one time that Amy had seen me having sex but still, thinking she had and knowing she had, are two very different things. I summoned some reserve strength and looked into her eyes as I held her as a lover. "With whom did you watch me having sex?"
