* DISCLAIMER: This story contains incestuous content between father and daughter, rough sex scenes, anal sex and anal fisting, lesbianism, some sadomasochism, deepthroating, face-fucking and cum swallowing. If any or all of this offends you, please read no more. Also, this story is told both from the father's point of view as well as the daughter's. All characters and scenarios are completely fictional, all characters involved are of legal age, and any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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She was an absolute dream when she ran up to me in the kitchen in her G-string and tight crop top. Standing on her tippy toes, she threw her arms around my head and pulled my lips closer to hers, pressing them against each other and allowing her delicious wetness to enter my mouth. Her tongue slithered inside and found my own, massaging it playfully. Her long brown hair flowed down to the small of her back, past the bottom of her top. Breaking the kiss, she looked up at me with those beautiful emerald green eyes.
"Good morning Daddy", my little girl said. The lust in her voice was already starting to have an effect. She looked down at the growing bulge in my pants and, with only her eyes, looked back into mine and licked her lips seductively.
"Getting breakfast ready for me, I see," she said, winking at me and showing the most promiscuous smile. I could have cum in my pants right then and there! We had only been fucking for a few weeks but it already seemed so natural to see my daughter in her underwear and lust after her body, especially her tight wet teen pussy.
I spread her legs a little, pulled her G-string to the side and played with her yummy oasis. She was so wet already, a few drops were already dripping down her inner thigh. I was so tempted to get on my knees and eat her out til she collapsed. I resisted, though; today was a special day and we had work to do.
"Are you ready for our trip?" I asked. My daughter, Jenny, and I had been planning this trip for what seemed like ages. A week in another state where we could pretend to be boyfriend and girlfriend and escape our father-daughter relationship for a while. While Jenny definitely looked her age of 18 with her flawless pale skin, B-cup tits and perfect ass, I, whilst being in my mid-40s, could pass for a man in his early 30s. I had no wrinkles, nigh-perfect vision, everything you would expect from a healthy and virile young male.
"I cannot wait to kiss you in public, hold your hand while we walk down the street, and do everything that couples do!" she exclaimed. Her smile lit up the room, making her eyes go squinty and her even more beautiful, if that was even possible.
I leaned in and kissed her again, this time sliding my hand up her top and massaging her perky nipple between my fingers. She let out a moan that barely escaped our embrace. I pulled away from her lips and lifted her top, leaning down to take her now hard nipple into my mouth. With my hand on her ass, I pulled her petite body closer. I wanted to bend her over the countertop, rip off all her clothes and fuck her hard, I wanted to so badly. I wanted to feel her tight pussy envelop my hard 8-inch cock and to shoot my full load deep inside my little girl.
She ran her fingers through my hair as I licked and nibbled her nipple. She was moaning like a pornstar by this point. If she had even touched my cock, that would have been enough to tip me over the edge.
It was so hard to stop but we had to. Reluctantly I pulled her top back down and brushed her hair behind her ear. "You are so beautiful, my gorgeous girl," I said, looking deep into her eyes and imagining being her boyfriend, even for a while. I couldn't wait but I had to; Jenny had school and I had to get to work.
"As much as I want to be your boyfriend now, until we leave for our trip after school I'm still your father, so go upstairs and get ready for school, okay? We'll be leaving in about... 30 minutes."
Jenny frowned, turned towards the stairs and walked so sexily it was a huge tease. The way she swayed her ass would make any guy or girl crumble. I had to wipe away the little bit of drool that inadvertently escaped the corner of my mouth. I turned to the stove. Well, that pancake is burned. Into the bin you go. I still have enough mixture to make a few more.
A few minutes later, Jenny came downstairs in her uniform. If there ever was a sexy school uniform that actually looked like a uniform and not something Jenna Haze would wear, her school's uniform was it. She was wearing a tight button shirt, a dark green tie, a tight skirt that stopped halfway up her thigh, high white socks and black flats. Her hair was pulled to the side and she wore her satchel over her shoulder. The green of her tie and skirt really made her eyes stand out. She was so hot, it's no wonder she's so popular at school.
I just stared at her. I couldn't help it. I couldn't believe this hottie was my daughter, let alone my daughter who lets me fuck her anyway and anytime I want. I smelled something, simultaneously good and bad. What was it? I was in such a daze, I had to concentrate on the smell. I breathed in. Ah, the good smell was Jenny's perfume. The bad smell... was...
Ah! Another burned pancake! Damn it! As I threw out yet another failed attempt at breakfast, Jenny came up behind me, put her arms around my chest and kissed the lobe of my ear. Resting her head of my upper back, she whispered, "I love you so much Daddy." She gave me a squeeze and stayed there for a while.
When I finished the pancakes, we moved to the table and tried to scoff them all down before we had to leave. There was maple syrup, lemon juice with sugar, a variety of jams and marmalades, and of course, chocolate spread. Jenny was a typical teenager, preferring the sweet options: maple syrup and chocolate spread, not together. I, on the other hand, was weird, mixing the maple syrup, strawberry jam and lemon juice together to make a concoction Dr Frankenstein would be proud of.
"Ew! Dad, that's gross!" said Jenny, looking at me with a look of disgust and faux-contempt. She always said that. I used to conform to the proper social etiquette of pancake toppings, but ever since Jenny's mom left - with another woman, mind you - I wanted to be as far away from that guy as possible. We moved house, I changed career from PE teacher to personal trainer, and I ate my pancakes with all the toppings my ex hates, or at least hated when she left.
When we finished, we quickly did the dishes and made our way to the car. We were a few minutes late but oh well, I'm sure we could get to our prospective locales before we needed to. Taking the side streets and speeding just a touch, I managed to get Jenny to school just as the bell rang. I had half an hour to get to work.
"I'll see you after school sweetie."