My Revealing Daughter

It was a tough time for me, and my daughter. We both suffered a great loss, my wife and her mother to a terrible car accident, nearly 3 months ago. I was now faced with the reality that my only child, my beautiful little girl, was growing up and in 30 short days, would be moving off to attend college. This of course would mean, I am alone in this home I built for the 2 most important women in my life. It was going to be tough, there is no doubt about it.

I, of course played the tough guy and hid my emotions from my daughter. I know she was still hurting over the loss of her mother, so I needed to be the strong one, for the both of us. I would hear her in her bedroom crying from time to time and could never find the words she needed to hear, at that moment. It was not for a lack of trying, it was just my inability to find them. I would give my right arm, to let her feel free of this pain.

It was Friday and this was a very hard day for her, and she spent a great deal of her day, sobbing in her bedroom. I felt terrible but knew there was nothing I could say. She was very close with her mother, so I let her work it out on her own terms.

I decided that I would treat her to a very nice home cooked meal of her favorite dish, lasagna. I spent 3-4 hours making this the best lasagna she has ever had, making the sauce from scratch of course. I have made this for her before and she loved it, so I hoped she would at least be able to take her mind off of it long enough, to enjoy it.

I knocked on her bedroom door and told her that dinner was ready, when she was. She nodded, wiped her eyes and walked out with me, to the dining room. I asked her if she wanted to have a glass of wine with her meal, and she nodded but kept quiet. I did not force the issue and just let her enjoy her dinner, as did I. It was probably 15 minutes into dinner when she said, Dad this is excellent, thank you for making it. I smiled and thanked her for the kind words and told her I was glad she enjoyed it. There was a few more minutes of silence, when she asked if we could watch movies and binge on popcorn. We both laughed and I said, of course we can baby girl.

I cleaned up from dinner while she sat on the couch. I popped 2 bags of popcorn, grabbed the bottle of wine and joined her on the couch. She asked what I would like to watch, and I simply told her to make the decision her own. She smiled and chose a comedy, which I thought was an excellent idea. It should help her get in better spirits. I poured each of us another glass of wine and turned off the living room lights.

It was about 45 minutes into the movie, and another glass of wine each, when she said that she had a stomach ache. I could see why, she ate quite a bit of popcorn, after a pretty large dinner. I grabbed a throw pillow on the couch, put it in my lap and she rested her head in my lap. I placed my hand on her stomach and began softly rubbing it, like her mother used to do when she had a tummy ache. I couldn't ignore the fact of how much she looked like her mother.

It was not long before I looked down and noticed she was asleep, and I had just finished my 3rd glass of wine. I stopped rubbing her stomach and was in the process of pulling the bottom of her shirt back down over her belly, when I got a good glimpse of her shorts. There was a clear outline of her pussy lips and I was enamored by their fullness. I instantly remembered her mother being very full herself and felt a tingle in my pants. I adjusted myself as best I could, not wanting to wake her. I looked at her to make sure that she was not disturbed by my quick adjustment and went back to the movie. However, this would prove to be meaningless, as I could not shake that vision out of my head. I took another glance and immediately shifted my eyes, to her chest. I realized she was not wearing a bra and curiosity quickly set in. She was not as top heavy as her mother but had developed into a very respectful amount. I took a deep breath and when I got my nerve, pulled the shirt up to try and get a look at her breasts.

I realized that I could only see the breast itself, but not the areola or nipple, I would have to get even more brazen. I took a minute to make sure she was still soundly sleeping, took a drink of wine and unbuttoned the first button. I paused each time, until I had 5 buttons undone, allowing me to push the shirt to one side, exposing her left breast. She easily had a handful and then some, a perfect pencil size nipple and a silver dollar areola, all with the perfect blend of color to her skin. My 8" cock was growing by the second and I just hoped that it was adjusted in the correct manner to climb my stomach, instead of poking her in the back of the head. I was relieved when it did comply, by growing up towards my stomach. I unbuttoned my jeans to give it some relief, then turned my attention back to my sleeping daughter and her breast.

I fought with everything I had to not cup that breast and begin massaging it but managed to remain in control. I unbuttoned the last 2 buttons and opened the shirt, completely. I was treated to a perfect twin breast on her right side and a tight firm stomach. The urge to act on this was becoming overbearing, but I knew that it would wake her, and I would have questions to answers. It was then I realized that I would not likely get her shirt buttoned, so I was fucked no matter what. I quickly convinced myself that I would tell her that I was going to put her in bed, if she woke. It wouldn't explain her being half naked, but she did have 2 glasses of wine, I told myself.

I managed to maintain enough control to not start cupping her breasts, and just focused on rubbing her stomach, once more. The entire time I was focused on her full lips, underneath her very tight shorts. Where I succeeded in ignoring her perfect breasts, I could not resist the urge to see her pussy. I allowed my hand to creep lower and lower, until it was at her waistband. I paused, but only for a second, and under the waist band two of my fingers went. I stopped just long enough to come to terms, with what I was about to do. If I continued on, it would no doubt wake her up and I would be in caught in a very awkward moment.

It could not have been more than 45s into my thought process of explaining this to her, when her legs shifted ever so slightly, opening them but only a couple of inches, from where they were. I froze instantly and considered yanking my hand out, but figured that would wake her for sure, if she was even remotely aware. This entire time I was focused on her shorts and the outline her pussy was making, in them. For whatever reason, I decided I should break my stare and look up to her. It was then that I nearly had a heart attack, when I found her beautiful green eyes, starting at me.

I panicked and pulled my fingers out of her shorts and began to close her shirt, when she softly grabbed my wrist while saying, "It's okay, Daddy. I am here for you". I was almost in tears and was trying to apologize but could not get the words out. I managed to mouth the words, "I'm Sorry". She gave me her adorable smile and sat herself up and removed her shirt and tossed it on the floor. She slid herself over towards me, so she could sit upright. She turned towards me and once again said, "I am here for you, Daddy", then leaned in to me, where we met in a very passionate kiss. She leaned back into my arm, and after several seconds of a passionate kiss, my wish was granted, as I moved my right hand up and cupped her left breast.

It was as I hope, very firm and very responsive to my touch, as her nipple immediately grew hard. I went back and forth from massaging her breast to rubbing her nipples, when I felt my baby girl press her tongue against my lips, and as I let out a soft moan, she slid her tongue into my awaiting mouth. This moment lasted with what had to be 5 minutes, if not longer, when she stopped kissing me and jumped to her feet with her hand outstretched. I took her hand and stood myself up from the couch, and not a word was said, as we made our way to the bedroom.

As we both stood at the base of my bed, there was a brief awkward moment between the both of us, as we looked into each other's eyes. This moment was quickly gone, when my daughter took a step towards me, and unbuttoned the top button on my jeans. I watched her move very methodically, as she unzipped my jeans and with my help, push them to the floor. She dropped to her knees to completely pull my jeans off and throw them across the room, then turned her attention to my 8" bulge in my underwear. She ran her hand across my cock through my underwear, getting a deep moan from me. She smiled at me for a split second, and in a flash her hands were inside my underwear yanking them down to my ankles, which I quickly kicked off. She looked up at me, smiled and mouthed, I love you Daddy, and I watched as my cock disappeared into her mouth.

I was becoming a bit light headed, as she expertly worked my cock with her mouth and tongue, just like her mother used to. I sat on the edge of the bed so I would not fall, and after a few more minutes, began the moaning and Oh, baby cries, as I was nearing orgasm. She knew what that meant and instead of pulling off, she quickened her pace on my cock, and the moment I tensed up, buried my cock down her throat, taking every drop.

I caught my breath and rolled over to my daughter who had joined me on the bed, I looked at her and kissed her, before thanking her. I stood up at the edge of the bed and slowly removed her shorts and underwear, revealing a gorgeous pussy with full pouty lips. I took a moment to rub her lips and clit, while her moans filled the room with passion. She slid herself up on the bed, and opened her legs for me, as I rested my head, between them. I gave her pussy a few kisses before engaging in what would be a 45-minute marathon, of eating my daughter's pussy.

I discovered that my baby girl was definitely vocal, as each time she reached an orgasm, it was met with a loud shriek and usually, Oh, Fuck yes! I also discovered that not at all unlike her mother, she was able to squirt and quite powerfully, at that.

As much as I did not want to stop eating her, my dick was throbbing hard wanting to have a turn on her. I kissed and licked my way up her body, stopping when we were face to face. We embraced in a long kiss, as my cock found her opening and with a slight amount of pressure, slid right in, as if it was home. We both let out a moan, her to feeling its girth and length, and me realizing just how tight she was. She opened her legs and bent them at the knees, allowing me to slide all the way in, giving her the entire 8".

It was only a few minutes in, when I felt the warmth of her juices hit the base of my cock, as she squirted on me. During the next 45 minutes, we spent a great deal of that time, engaged in a deep kiss. Our rhythm was in perfect sync, as if we had done this for years together. I felt the tingling and instinctively began to increase my pace, causing her to moan even more in response. Having heard those moans and liking it, I spent the last 3 minutes, pounding her as hard as I could, before I let go of a massive load inside of her. I spent about 2 minutes on top of her, trying to catch my breath. She ended up falling asleep in my arms, with her head on my chest. I spent a few minutes just looking at my beautiful daughter, before I too, fell asleep.

The next morning, I was woken up by her, telling me breakfast was ready. I got up brushed my teeth, went to the bathroom and joined her in the dining room. I sat down and she poured us a cup of coffee, before sitting down to join me. It was just a few minutes into breakfast when she asked if she could talk to me. I told her of course, figuring it was to discuss last night and it was to a point, but not entirely.

I discovered that she was awake from the time I unbuttoned her shirt, most of the way and pushed it to the side. She said she woke up with a chill and realized what I was doing. She told me she watched as I stared at her shorts, while rubbing her stomach and eventually sliding two fingers under. She was hoping that I would finish out my task of going under her panties, but when I froze, she figured I was too nervous. That's when she shifted and opened her legs, slightly, a sign in a way to proceed. It was what followed, that floored me.

She confessed to being intimate with her mother, for about a year. It had started after a bad night with one of her boyfriends, after they had gotten into a fight. Apparently, the boyfriend said she was fat, which is ridiculous, but it had an effect on her. She came home crying into the arms of her mother for comfort. She went onto say, that she was sitting on her mother's lap with her head on her chest, when she realized that her hand was high on her thigh. She looked up at her mother and said, "I love you, Mommy", as she straightened out her legs. She got a kiss on the top of her head, while she felt her mother's hand slide inside her panties and begin to rub.

She went onto explain that she came to her mother with the idea of sleeping with me, but they both were worried that I would not go along with it. She smiled and said, I am glad that Mommy and I, were both wrong.