I sat on the couch in a T-shirt and boxers, my 18-year-old daughter in her nightie. We had been watching movies, and she rested her head on my lap as we talked about her mom.
“Mom has been working a lot lately, Dad. Are you both okay?” she asked gently as I stroked her hair. Well, I’ve been working too, honey, but we’re okay. We miss her, though, don’t we?” I let out a deep sigh.
“Yeah,” she replied, looking up at me with her bright blue eyes. “But you always make me feel better.” She gave me a sweet smile and leaned her head back on my lap, her hand reaching up to play with the frayed hem of my t-shirt.
I felt my heartbeat quicken at her touch and a warmth spreading through my chest. “I’m glad I can make you feel better, honey,” I whispered, unable to keep my eyes from wandering to her thin, delicate shoulders. I shook my head, trying to clear the inappropriate thoughts, but it was too late.
“Dad,” she said, looking at me, her voice barely above a whisper. “Can I ask you something?” I nodded, bracing myself for whatever was coming.
“Have you ever…um…wanted to be with someone else? Besides mom?” Her question caught me off guard, and I swallowed hard before answering.
“Well, I’ve had…thoughts, but I’ve never acted on them, honey. It’s not right, and I love your mom.” She nodded, and her fingers trailed down my stomach, sending a shiver through my body.
“But, what if you could?” she whispered, her eyes locked onto mine.
“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
“What if you could be with someone else but still love mom?” Her question made my heart race, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from hers.
“Honey, that’s not…realistic.” I tried to sound calm, but I could hear the tremor in my voice.
“But, what if it was?” She sat up, her face inches away from mine. “What if it could be like a fantasy?”
I felt a rush of heat through my body, and my mind was flooded with thoughts of us together. “I…I don’t know, honey.”
“You don’t have to know,” she whispered, her lips brushing mine. “Just…feel it.”
Then all of a sudden, she put her hand in my boxers and pulled out my cock, “W-what are you doing? We can’t do this.”
“I-I can’t, honey,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Shh, it’s okay,” she replied, her hand moving faster.
“Dad, you’re so hard,” she murmured, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. “I knew you’d like the idea.”
I tried to protest, but the words caught in my throat as she leaned down, her soft lips wrapping around my cock. Her tongue swirled around the head, and I couldn’t help but let out a low groan.
“Honey, this isn’t right,” I said, but I knew I was lost even as the words left my mouth. Her mouth felt too good, and I couldn’t resist the pleasure.
She began to move faster, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked me deeper into her mouth. I reached down, threading my fingers through her hair as I watched her.
“Oh god, honey, that feels so good,” I moaned, my hips bucking up to meet her.
She looked up at me, her eyes sparkling with desire. “I want to make you feel good, Dad. Do you want to put it in my coochie,” she said, her voice with lust.
“I… I shouldn’t, but Yes, I do,” I murmured, unable to resist her.
“I bet you do; you’re such a naughty daddy, right? I bet you want to slide your thick cock between my juicy thighs,” she said, her sultry voice sending shivers down my spine. Her hand gently stroked me as she spoke, eliciting a low growl from deep within me.
I couldn’t believe what was happening. My sweet, innocent daughter was seducing me, and I was powerless to resist. I was lost in the moment, my mind consumed by the pleasure she was giving me.
“Stand up, honey,” I said, my voice thick with desire. She obeyed, her eyes never leaving mine as she stood up. I reached out, my hand tracing the curve of her hip before slipping under the hem of her nightie.
“Dad,” she gasped as my fingers brushed against her warm, wet pussy. I could feel the heat radiating off her, and I knew she wanted me just as much as I wanted her.
“You’re so wet, honey,” I murmured, my fingers exploring her folds. She moaned, her head falling back as I teased her clit.
“Please, Dad,” she begged, her voice trembling with need. “I want you inside me.”
I couldn’t resist her any longer. I pulled her closer, my lips crashing against hers as I lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck as I carried her to the bedroom.
I laid her down on the bed, my body covering hers as I kissed her deeply. She moaned, her hips bucking up to meet mine as I ground my cock against her.
“I need to be inside you, honey,” I said, my voice thick with desire.
“Yes, Dad, please,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
I reached down, pulling her nightie up and over her head. She lay there, her body bared to me, her pussy glistening with wetness. I couldn’t resist her any longer.
I positioned myself at her entrance, my cock throbbing with need. I looked down at her, her eyes filled with desire as she bit her lip.
“Dad, please,” she begged, her voice trembling with need.
I couldn’t resist her any longer. I pushed inside her, her pussy swallowing me whole. She moaned, her head falling back as I began to move inside her.
“Oh god, honey, you feel so good,” I moaned, my hips bucking up to meet hers.
She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deeper inside her. I could feel her tightening around me, her pussy clenching as I thrust deeper inside her.
“Dad, harder,” she begged, her voice trembling with need.
I couldn’t resist her any longer. I began to thrust harder, my hips slamming against hers as I filled her. She moaned, her head thrown back as I took her.
“Oh god, Dad, yes,” she cried out, her voice filled with pleasure.
I could feel myself getting closer, my balls tightening as I felt her pussy clenching around me. I reached down, my fingers finding her clit as I rubbed it in time with my thrusts.
“Oh god, I’m so close, honey,” I moaned, my hips slamming against hers.
“Me too, Dad,” she replied, her voice trembling with need.
I could feel myself on the edge, my cock throbbing as I felt her pussy tightening around me. I rubbed her clit harder, my thrusts becoming erratic as I felt myself about to cum.
“Oh god, I’m cumming, honey,” I cried out, my cock pulsing inside her as I filled her with my cum.
“Me too, Dad,” she replied, her pussy clenching around me as she came with me.
I collapsed on top of her, my body spent as I caught my breath. She wrapped her arms around me, her body still trembling with pleasure.
“That was amazing, Dad,” she whispered, her voice filled with satisfaction.
“Yes, honey, it was,” I replied, my voice contented.
I lay there, my body still entwined with hers, my mind still consumed by the pleasure we had shared. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction.
I had never felt so alive, so desired, so wanted. And for a moment, I had forgotten about all the stress and worries of the world.
For a moment, I had just been a man, and my daughter had just been a woman. And it had been perfect.
“I love you, Dad,” she whispered, her voice filled with love.
“I love you too, honey,” I replied, my voice filled with love.
And with that, we drifted off to sleep, our bodies still entwined, our minds still consumed by the pleasure we had shared.
The end.