As they moved together, Marsha moaned aloud, still amazed at how good the sex was after all these years. While her father, Jake, pounded her pussy so masterfully, she thanked God in heaven for the gift of incest. She already had a bellyful of his cum... now she was trying to coax out another pussyful.
The first time she'd laid back and let his delicious cock slide into her, she almost fainted at how good it felt. Was it because he'd taken the time to lick and suck her practically virginal cunt to three orgasms before lining his throbbing tool up to her wet and grasping slit, or was it simply from the intoxicating allure of the taboo... this was her father, after all. A girl isn't supposed to be doing this with her father, was she? None of her other friends were fucking their dads, were they? Whatever the case, it was beyond amazing, and she knew from the first time that there would never be any end in sight. Now twenty years later, she knew she would worship this dick to her dying day.
As her father increased his tempo and squeezed her ever tighter, she knew he was about to fill her decadent kitty with yet another load of his rich, creamy batter. Such a shame that his seed had only found purchase inside her once. She felt her father tense up and then go still, his only movement the pulsing of his spewing rod inside her receptive chamber, starting her orgasm. She found his mouth and kissed him passionately, almost desperately.
They lay back catching their breath, sharing a cigarette. She took a long drag and started, "Wow, daddy. As always."
"I love you so much, baby girl," he said.
"I love you, too, Daddy," replied Marsha. "Anyway, there's been an interesting development."
"Oh?" replied Jake. "What's that?"
"Apparently, Samantha seems to have inherited her mother's, um, predilection," she said, the lightness of laughter lilting her voice.