For Amy, who has the first part of this in a much earlier draft, and who also let me know the story wasn't finished yet...
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I came home pretty wiped out. The boss had been a king-sized shithead all day, and the maniacs on the road made the trip home a major pain in the ass. The primary thing I was looking forward to was an evening of simply sitting in a comfortable chair and vegetating.
The house seemed deserted when I got home. That was really weird, because usually everybody got home before me. Calling out, I got no answer. Cool.
Suddenly, I had a burst of elated energy. I had the house to myself! There was no telling when anybody else would get home, but I didn't care. I was going to take advantage of the situation.
Shucking my clothes right there in the middle of the living room, I reveled in being naked in the most public room of the house. If I have my druthers, I'd rather leave the clothes in the closet and the drawer, but of course, society frowns on public nudity. Damn prudes.
Anyhow, I almost danced into the kitchen to fix an impromptu meal, and within minutes, I had a sandwich and a drink sitting out for me on the coffee table in front of the TV. A few more minutes into my "secret" stash in the closet upstairs and I was prepared for an evening of "laying on of hands".
The tape I'd chosen was a favorite of mine. There was a sort of a story about a father and his daughter, but, as most porn tapes go, the story took a back seat to the sex. I knew the father and daughter in the vid weren't really related, but the naughtiness was what got to me.
Which was odd, because I didn't really consider incest a possibility in real life. Sure, my daughter had grown from a gawky little girl into a softly curved, beautiful young woman, but I had never really given thought to her as a sex object...
Until that moment.
And subsequently, my cock stiffened at the thought. Without trying, my daughter Amy's body popped into my mind's eye, and wouldn't go away. It was like a moving slide show: I'd catch snippets of little scenes of Amy wrapped in only a towel, on her way from the bathroom to her bedroom; or where she'd forgotten to close her door completely and I saw her in just her tight cotton panties and bra; or in her too-tight bikini, the one she hadn't had time or money to replace before we went on vacation in Florida last year.
My sandwich gone, my hand wandered to my hard-on. As I watched the sex scenes on the TV, the actors fucking on the screen were replaced by me and my daughter. I knew what I was thinking was evil and illegal, but I couldn't help myself. Amy became the young woman on her knees fondling and tonguing her father's cock, with me in the role of the father. It was my jizz spurting all over the young woman's face, and the face belonged to my Amy.
It was getting so I couldn't tell where the video let up and my fantasy began. My cock was stiffer than I could ever remember it being before, and I swear jacking off had never before felt this good. I was so wrapped up in the thought of fucking Amy's hot, wet teen pussy, I didn't realize I was no longer the only person in the room.
With a start, I discovered the object of my sudden fantasy was before me, in the flesh. Immediately, embarrassment took over. After all, here I was, masturbating in the living room, with my daughter, Amy, standing right there! This was not the sort of display a father normally puts on for his daughter.
I started to get up, but Amy held out her hand and pushed me back to the sofa. While I wondered what was going to happen next, Amy reached down to the hem of her light sweater and deftly slipped it off. Now, my softening cock was again hard: My daughter wasn't wearing a bra! Her lovely teenaged tits were exposed to my unbelieving gaze, and she caressed her hands up and down her bare torso, finally cupping her breasts in her hands, squeezing them together as if offering them to me.
While Amy pinched her nipples, I reached out to unzip her short little skirt and get that off her, too. To hell with propriety! I no longer cared who this was. All I knew is that it was a beautiful woman and she was coming on to me... And I wanted her!
Amy took her hands from her breasts and again pushed me back to the couch. She then reached down, unzipped her little schoolgirl-like skirt and wriggled her perfect ass as she tried to get it over her hips and off. I was mesmerized by the undulations her hips made as she tried to free herself from the clinging garment. I thought how lucky that skirt was, to be so intimately in contact with her ass.
Finally, the skirt was on the floor, and Amy stepped out of it, wearing nothing but her shoes, knee-socks and a pair of white cotton panties, which hugged every curve of her ass and crotch. The cloth was tight enough, I swear I could detect a faint depression where the material curved around her pussy lips and up and into her pussy. My daughter had never looked better.
Kicking off her shoes, Amy bent over with her butt in my face, and pulled off her socks, then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and wiggled her round ass at me as she inched the cotton material to the floor. Intentionally, I'm sure, Amy bent over until her hands went clear to the floor, then deliberately stepped out of her underwear, one foot at a time. All this time, of course, I had an amazingly unobstructed view of my daughter's wet, warm cunt! I wanted so much to lean in and kiss it...
But before my befuddled brain could get my astounded body to move, Amy dropped to her knees before me and swallowed my stiff cock down her throat in one hungry gulp!
I nearly hit the ceiling when I felt how deep Amy was able to take me into her mouth! She was even better at giving head than her mother! And that's saying something! At that point, not caring much where my daughter had learned to suck cock so well, I just sat back and enjoyed the feeling of the blowjob I was receiving from Amy and her daddy-sucking mouth.
