Seducing Jessica

[NotDoctorPhil]

Hi there. I am Marc, and I am dropping by to get feedback on my first story. I am looking for like-minded people who enjoy a good daddy-daughter story to share more ideas or talk about these fantasies and write more as well. If you're interested, write me. Other than that, your feedback is much appreciated.

Robert sat there in the dark, on the couch in his living room, as the television in front of him flickered the taboo and nasty images he'd always treasured in his head. Incest - father-daughter sex, the ultimate taboo, was playing on the screen. Despite knowing none of the images was real - that the young actress on TV was merely acting, he could not control the raging hard-on inside his pants. His cock drooled and twitched, partly because of the images, and partly because just moments earlier, he'd nearly molested his own 18-year-old daughter Jessica.

"Molest." That word got him hot behind the ears, and stirred up feelings of lust and passion no woman could have ever done. So nasty is the word, yet, so erotic and enticing, he spent many nights masturbating to the scene - molesting his own daughter, making her cum with his fingers as she finally gave in to the pleasure and ultimate taboo.

So close, yet so far. Or, was he really that far from fucking her? Just moments before he'd had his hands on her legs, to his disappointment, still covered by the tight jeans Jessica was wearing. Her tank-top left little to the imagination, was wrapped tightly around her C-cups, pushing out her globes, only half covered, enticing him to glance down once in a while as she sat there, snuggled up against him as the scenes played out on television.

Jill, his wife and Jessica's mom, had gone out for the evening, and as they sat down to watch television, snuggled against one another to make up for Jessica's lost time in college, her first semester at the University of Central Florida, the movie of the week had came on. An erotic movie. A movie not to be viewed by father and daughter. But as the movie progressed, so did their dance, as she moved closer and snuggled against him. Their breathings increased as Robert felt the familiar stir within his body. Jessica did, too, and it was left unspoken as he continued to stroke her arms, gently and softly, feeling the peach-fuzz of her 18-year-old body against his fingers, occasionally moving up toward her face and back down. He'd hoped that that was all - a little cheap thrills for his masturbatory session later, when he'd sneak into the hamper, steal her latest pair of used panties and jack off in them. But, instead, things continued to progress.

"Wow, that's hot," she'd said as the HBO special showed a middle-aged man grinding under the cover against a girl her age. To all viewers, it was clear what they were doing, and secretly, Robert wondered if watching the movie was making his daughter hot. Gently, he moved his hand up to her face against, and using his thumb, stroked her right cheek as he pulled her closer to him on the couch, his eyes darting down at her cleavage, its top half of the crop, creamy and firm, covered by her bra and tank-top.

"Yeah? I think so, too," he confessed. "What do you think is hot about it?" he pressed, partly because he'd lost all sense of logic, and partly because his own logic was pressing him to push her further into a sexual excitement state - if she weren't already there. He continued looking down at her fleshy globes, waiting for an answer, his arm wrapped around her shoulder, thumb still stroking her face.

"Hmmmmm," she sighed, pausing a second for effect, and considering whether to go on, as her own father's touch stirred excitement in her. "If I explained, this could turn out very bad," she reasoned to herself, not knowing whether to feed her father's curiousity of her sexuality. Yet his touch, along with what was on TV, was creating an itch deep within her stomach she could not seem to explain. Going on her own impulse, she explained.

"I like it because the age difference is so ...taboo," she continued, eyes still glued to the screen as the man is now thrusting harder under the sheets into the woman.

It'd been nearly a month for Jessica - since the last time she came with someone else's help back in college, but the summer, along with her parents' constant presence, had prevented her from such. Still, as she sat there, feeling her father soft touches, a feeling inside stirred, and all the sudden, to her own surprise, she was feeling a bit sexual, as the familiar pit built in her stomach, her throat constricted by a lump of excitement and she'd felt as though she needed to take deeper breath. In short, she was showing signs of sexual arousal - of getting horny, getting wet, wanting to be fucked - and what's worst, the person making her feel this way was her own dad. Jessica let out a sigh, knowing that none of this would lead anywhere - that she could let her mind wander, and as her parents went to bed later that night, she would quietly finger her own cunt in her room, making herself cum over and over again to the scenes on TV.

Robert's heart pounded faster as he looked for a way to up the ante, and a way to respond. Was she hinting at him, or was she, in her youthful innocence, being completely honest to her own father, unaware of his incestuous attraction to her? Was she getting wet? What does she look like naked? Has she ever masturbated to fantasies that are "taboo?" Questions filled Robert's mind as he swallowed hard and decided to respond.

"Taboo - I like that word," he said, almost a whisper at her while also looking as the screen, his cock now hard and drooling inside his pants, straining to free itself from the constraints of the underwear underneath his slacks as he moves his hand back down from her face, dragging his thumb down her and just for a second, making contact with the top of her right breast before dropping back down to her right arm. Her flesh felt burning hot under his thumb, and with trembling hands, he continued to stroke her arm, determined to continue on with this as long as she didn't oppose.

"Taboo is a good word," she said, gasping as his thumb brushed against the top of her breast, while still looking at the screen. His hand felt hot against the top part of her breast, and secretly, for a second, she wished he'd go ahead and pop it out, pinch her nipple, suck on it, and molest her - a word she found repulsive, yet for some reason, also exciting.

"I am glad you like it," he responded, his game plan now put in full motion. He'd never planned to go forth with it, but opportunity was still knocking and until she told him to stop or stormed away, he still had a shot, he figured, as his hand moved up back toward her face, again, brushing "accidently" against her breast.

God, this was her own father sitting just inches from her, snuggling with her, and she couldn't get the incestuous thoughts out of her mind. While she knew with certainties that the act of incest is wrong, Jessica also knew of yearning, and at the moment, she yearned of nothing more than to cum and come very hard, and the idea, that it was her own father, just by simply having touched her the way she did, and introducing a topic of conversation rarely visited by father and daughter to their night, made her doubley hot. It wasn't the first time she'd felt she wanted him, but all of the sudden, it seemed altogether possible. She quickly considered it - and decided that, perhaps, if he left a door open, she would take the opportunity. She would take his bait. She would let her father fuck her.

Her thoughts were broken by his voice as his hand trailed back up toward her face, again, just one more time, brushing gently against the top of her breast. Almost in a whisper, he made his next move.

"I've actually got something a bit better if you like this stuff. Care to see it?" he asked, putting himself out there and taking a chance that, if it ended badly, might cost him his whole family. But if it paid off -- heaven.

"Maybe," she replied. "What is it?" she asked, almost curious at what her father might want to show her, after having already gone this far, and not knowing how much further this would go. She enjoyed the thrills, although still not knowing if he meant for this to be serious, or just merely flirting with her. Was it just in her head that her father is touching her in a seductive and sexual manner, she wondered and hoped and prayed that whatever it is, it ended soon. If he liked her, she reasoned, he should make his move, and she would probably be okay with it. In fact, she'd more than welcome it, after been without sex for so long. Yet, if he didn't have any intentions, it should also be made known to her soon, so she could be left alone with her fingers. In the worst ways, Jessica wanted to cum.

"You can't tell mom, it's our secret, okay?" he proposed, and in doing so, planted yet another seed into her mind. Secrets. Secrets between father and daughter - and what other kinds of secrets could there be, except sexual ones? Ones that involved a father making his daughter cum, a father "molesting" and fucking his down daugher? To Robert, father-daughter sex was the only secret worthy of keeping away from his spouse and her mother.

"Okay," she whispered as she shifted in position, moving closer to him, leaning against his chest, as her cleavage and all its glory came to be inches from his face.

Without responding Robert hit "play" on the DVD player and all the sudden, the taboo was gone. No longer were they watching a movie that was semi-porn, with implied acts. On television, for both of them to see, was a woman also her age and a much older man in the bathroom. The man was on his knees in front of the toilet as his lover, sitting on the toilet, spread her legs wide open, his fingers exploring her clit and shaven pussy, already wet from the foreplay earlier in the movie.

Taking in a deep breath, Jessica continued to focus on the screen as the woman's body lightly jerked at the touch of her lover, whose long finger explored the depth of her cunt gently and slowly, his thumb rubbing her clit.

"Oh, wow," Jessica exclaimed, whisperingly in her own excitement, as the movie continued to play, not knowing what else to say or how else to react to yet another passage that she and her father had crossed. Just an hour ago, they'd kissed her mother goodbye, and sat down to spending quality time together. Yet, in just 60 minutes, they'd gone from enjoying lost time together to watching porn, and she was getting excited because of it.

"Yeah, I think it's hot," Robert confessed as the movie continued to play, looking down yet again at her globes, now more than ever wanting to suck on and play with them, re-creating the scene on TV. Letting his hand trace back to her face, and stroking her cheeks again, making sure not to make any sudden movement as to alarm her, he continued to stare at the screen as the man continued to finger his lover. He'd seen the movie before and knew what was coming up next, up remained quiet, waiting for her reaction as the movie continued.

Fingering his lover much harder now as the camera zoomed in to the woman's pussy, the man leaned in and sucked on her clit, creating a a response as his over pushed against his mouth and gave out a yelp.

"Oh, god, daddy," the girl on TV moaned as Robert and Jessica sat in the darkness, snuggling against each other, his hand stroking her face. They both froze just as the girl screamed out "daddy," confirming the movie they were watching was no "ordinary" porn and that the "taboo" he'd talked about wasn't just about age different, but also the ultimate taboo of father-daughter sexual relations. Jessica, just for that moment, froze because she did not know how to react, knowing now that they'd entered a realm very few fathers and daughters have entered entered, and that for most, was a mere fantasy.

In silence they continued to watch the movie as the "father" continued to finger his own "daughter," making her squirm on the toilet seat, yelping nasty, hot sexual sounds she'd not uttered, and he's not heard, in a very long time, at least live and in person.

"What does her silence mean?" he wondered as he continued to stroke her face, very aware now, of each and every one of his moves, feeling her now burning skin against his thumb. His cock pressed against his underwear, and just for a second, he wished he could just let it out, stroke it in front of her and come all over her hand as they watched the movie. But the seduction of a daughter took time, and patient he must be, he reminded himself as his hand dropped down toward her lap, once against brushing against her breast, lingering this time as he trembled, letting his hand lightly sit there on her lap, rather than returning to the original position at her arm. He'd found a crease between her jeans and tank top, a bit of flesh exposed, waiting, begging to be explored, he thought as he let his thumb press against her hot flesh, just to the right of her belly button. She didn't respond, but continued to stare at the screen as the man is now on top of his "daughter" in the movie, his cock resting at the entrance of her pussy, waiting to push in and fucking his "daughter" for the first time.

"Ugh!" the girl in the movie moaned as the man pushed his cockhead inside her, raising goosebumps on Jessica's skin and body, making her shudder at both the scene and her father's light touch on her stomach. Softly, she let out a sigh as he continued to stroke her tummy, back and forth, just an inch in diameter in the area of his stroking. Silently, they continued to watch the movie, though both their hearts pounded like they've never pounded before. For both Robert and Jessica, who'd been sexually active since 14, it was almost like the first time, and indeed, in this situation, a father-daughter situation so taboo, it was. It was waters they'd never explored before, and one that they yearned and desired at the moment, yet, still not knowing whether the other would come through.

On TV, the man was now thrusting deep inside the young girl playing his daughter, his cock making smooth strokes against her glistening pussy as she continued to yelp. Closer and closer, the camera zoomed, until it only showed his cock thrusting deep inside her pussy and back out. Other than the sound of Robert and Jessica's own breathing, and the yelps and grunts on TV, the whole room was silent.

"Oh, fuck me, daddy," the girl on TV whispered as the scene continued, making them both shudder. Though Robert had seen the movie before and many times had jacked off pretending it was him fucking Jessica, sharing the movie with her only made it hotter as he took a deep breath.

The words left Jessica's ears burning. So sexy, yet so taboo, a daughter asking - no, begging to be fucked by her own dad. How she longed to moan out those words, yet she also knew it was wrong. It was taboo. It was incest. But then again, perhaps that's what makes it so ... hot. Perhaps that's what hardening her nipples, making her pussy secrete its juices, getting ready to be fucked, and making that young, tender heart of hers pound.

Time for the next move, Robert thought. Things had gone well enough, and although he would have been satisfied with shooting a load inside her panties tonight, and getting off on this cheap thrills, he also wanted to fuck her. What could he lose for trying? After all, she'd let him go this far and upping the ante a bit wouldn't hurt. Blame it on the heat of the moment, or misunderstanding, he reasonsed to himself, if she opposed or freaked out. Angling his hand so that his fingers now faced away from her and toward her feet, he continued to make gently strokes on her tummy with his thumb, and, just to try it out, just once, and see how she reacted, he placed his middle finger on her thigh, his hand covering her crotch area, over her jeans. Slowly, he began to massage her inner thigh, just small, tiny cicles on her thigh with his middle finger, ignoring the area on her stomach now as the movie continued, wishing he could press harder against her crotch, to feel and see if she was getting wet and tear her pants off, fingering and molesting her until she begged to be fucked.

"My, God, this could be a 'go,'" Robert thought to himself as he continued to massage her inner left thigh, remaining quiet and swallowing hard as he does so. How do I know when to stop? I he wondered. How do I know if she's actually enjoying this? He needed a sign, Robert thought, and in a bold move, perhaps the boldest since their dance began, placed his finger on her crotch, still over her panties and leaving it there, gauging her reaction and wondering what sure ways there were of knowing his touching was welcome. There was no "incest Bible," books written on how to seduce one's own daughter, and Robert was left on his own as his finger sat there, on trial, waiting for her reaction. He felt like a man condemned, someone waiting for a verdict of life, someone needing an answer and an answer now. Yet, still no reaction from her.

For Jessica's part, she was very well aware of the location of her father's finger resting between her legs. She could feel his hand trembling, and if it weren't for the pounding of her own heart, she could have probably felt his pounding heart, too. And she felt the weigh of his finger against her body, her crotch, on her pussy lips, just ounces of added weight pushed against her now drooling cunt, not enough for her to feel the esctasy of being touched, yet enough to get her excited. Sitting there watching the girl being fucked by her "father" she silently wished one of two things: either make me cum or let me go so I can make myself cum, she thought to herself. This had gone on way too long, and she needed a relief, as she was sure her father needed one, too. Was he still playing? Dared he continued? Was this all in her head? How could one be sure? What can a young woman do to ensure her lustful father went forth with molesting her? None of these answers she knew, but she wanted more, or less, and she wanted one of them to make a decision right away.

For Robert and Jessica, the chess match continued, with one wishing the other would make another move, a move that would put the game over the top, yet new at this game, neither were willing to commit, unwilling to give up their pieces in the game, for fear what might come next.

Robert made the first move. He pressed. With his finger resting gently against her crotch, he pushed down at where he thought her clit was, unable to truly find it without her crotch being exposed to him. In one quick move, Robert had made a gentle yet firm push against her crotch, hitting her clit and had continued to apply the pressure.

"Oh, fuck me harder, daddy," the girl on TV moaned at the same moment he pushed his finger against her crotch, as Jessica jumped at the electricity of the touch. So gentle, yet so good as the touch she'd expected since about an hour previous finally came, and if she had it her way, she'd come to.

"Oh, my God, excuse me," she mumbled, lost in her own lust and and his touch, and she stood up and excused herself, running upstairs, leaving him sitting in the dark by himself.

Just for the second, he could feel it. He'd felt the heat of his own daughter's pussy and its rubbery flesh, despite it having been covered by her panties - which he had hoped was soaking, and her jeans. He'd felt the moisture between her legs, and could have sworn he heard a little moan escape her right before she excused herself. Now, sitting there in the dark as the movie continued, his heart continued to pound, both at the excitement and the guilt that, in attempting to molest and seduce his own 18-year-old daughter, he might have driven her away.

"Make me cum, daddy," the actress on TV moaned. He wondered why his daughter could ask for the same.

Game On:

What seemed like an eternity was only less than five minutes for Robert as thoughts filled his head of the dance he'd entangled in with his daughter. Eight-thirty, the clock says, more than 45 minutes until his wife came home. With that much time, there was always time for another jack-off session, to get his mind off Jessica, and prepare himself to be logical again when Jill gets home, at which time, it'll probably kiss her and take her upstairs, fuck her like he's never fucked her before, all the while thinking of their daughter.

As he was about to get up and turn off the movie, Robert looked up to see Jessica coming back down, having already changed out of her jeans. For a moment, they locked eyes and that intense feeling of lust returned, while the television continued to play another scene of a new couple, a new "father" and "daughter" kissing in the bedroom decorated like a teenager's room.

"Sorry about that," she announced as she took her eyes off him and only the screen, "I had to get comfortable."

"Comfortable is good," he replied, not knowing what else to say as he stared at her tanned, creaming legs, now exposed to him after she'd changed out of her jeans. " Wnat to continue watching?" he asked, sensing new life within him, and the game they were playing.

Another shot. That's all he wanted. A shot at her. A shot at seducing her, and just as he thought it'd gone badly, she came back to him. Another chance he won't screw up, he promised himself.

"That scene is over?" she asked as she positioned herself on the couch where she was before, realizing there was a new couple on TV, leaning in closer to him and while not bother to look at him.

"Yeah, a new scene, but just as hot, I am sure," he replied as his eyes returned to her cleavage, and swallowed hard, realizing that in "getting comfortable," she'd also taking off her bra. The white tank-top did little to hide her cleavage, and now, he realized, her nipples were also poking out.

"Good, because that was pretty hot," she replied, trailing off for a second only to continue, "I was getting excited."

"Yeah, me too," he confessed, hot at the idea that his own daughter was admitting to him that she was excited over an incest film they'd seen, and further, by the evidence of her own excitement in the nipples that were poking out of her tank tops.

"Hmmmm," she replied, not knowing what else to say, but now, she also knew the game was on, him knowing fully where she stood, and having "gotten comfortable" to let him know that she was okay with it, Jessica knew it was only a matter of time before her father upped his game, and soon enough, she would ride waves of pleasures, if he didn't chicken out.

"Yeah, it's getting me excited again, and they haven't even done anything," she said, hinting at him while the couple on TV continued to kiss. Her heart pounded. This was it. Game on. This would be no changing of minds after this. She'd done her part by letting him know she's excited, and changing into more accessible clothes, to include putting on her UCF shorts and taking off her underwear, which she found to be soaked with her cum when she'd changed upstairs. The rest was up to him.

"I can see that," he joked, but only half meaning it as a joke as he points at the nipples that were now pressed against her tank-top, looking down to make eye contact and right away darting toward her breast, signaling that he'd seen and knew.

"Oh," she replied, partly because she didn't what else to say, partly because a simple "oh," she figured, would good enough. Oh, God, take the lead daddy, grab them, play with them, make me cum, her mind screamed as the scene on TV continued.

Robert, now fueled with new hope and desired, grew braver. Moving his hands, still trembling, not so much from being scared, but rather, the excitement, up toward her globes, and gently stroking the upper parts of the fleshy left breast, not yet dare touching her nipples, he gave signs of encouragement and that he, too, is willing to do it.

"It's okay, they're nice," he complimented, as he continued to stroke her soft, yet firm flesh, letting the compliment sink in. The compliment, he figured, was a way of letting her know he liked her breasts, and was interest. But how would she react?

"Hmmmmmm," she softly moaned, knowing the next step of the game had commenced, and in incestuous dances, a "thank you" could hardly replace a "fuck me, daddy." His touch, so gentle as he lingered on her breast, made her even wetter, and she wondered if he could smell her drooling cunt, now exposed and only covered by her shorts. Though so wet that she's almost shaking with horniess, there was still a bit of reservation left. What of her mom? What if she found out? More than ever, Jessica wanted to cum, and she wanted her father to make her cum, but this was all so wrong. Yet, she knew she'd never cum as hard with anyone else than tonight, with her own father.

Taking her moan as a respond to continue, Robert now moved his hand and brushed it against her hardened nippled on her left breast, letting his thumb stay on her nipple just a bit and trailing it down toward her tummy, resting just below her belly button, now more exposed as her shirt hiked up a bit.

At his touching of her nipple, Jessica let out a moan - a sexual one this time, subtle and soft, yet unmistakenly a sexual moan, as she closed her eyes, enjoying his first touch - the kind of touch she'd never experienced with her own father before.

Circling his hand on her tummy, feeling the burning flesh against his thumb, Robert looks down at his daughter, now almost in a sleeping stage, her chest raising and falling, pushing out her breasts and nipples, and lets his hand go lower, over her waistband, and onto the top of her crotch, his mouth dry from the excitement and his chest pounding.

No panties. He hadn't felt any panties under the shorts as he moved toward her thigh, making circular motion with his finger on her inner thigh while the "father" and "daugher" on TV dry-humped, the "father's" cock pushed out against his underwear as his "daughter" straddled him with nothing but her panties on. Very sublty, Robert hiked up his daughter's shorts a bit, hoping to get a glimps of pussy. He could feel the heat, and hiking the golden and black pair of shorts up just a bit more, it was unmistakenably what Robert saw - glistening skin, skin having been exposed to cum, and he had no doubt his daughter's inner thigh's glistened from her own cum because he'd made her that way. He decided to continued.

Jessica lay against him still motionless, waiting for the moment and knowing that he'd pull her panties up. Could he see how wet I am? Will he finger me? She wondered as his hand traveled back up to her breast and continued to stroke her breast, changing motion all the sudden, he reached for her nipple with his index and thumb and because kneading it, rolling it against his fingers, feeling her rubbery, pencil-eraser like texture in his hand.

"Ugh," she sighs at his touch, knowing that he was almost there and just needed a bit more encouragement, yet still, it was too soon to ask to be fucked. In her mind, all was gone the moment her touched her nipple - she didn't care that he was her father, she wanted him to make her cum. Or, was it perhaps it was the fact that he was her father that she wanted him to make her cum? Either way, the wet, soaking, horny Jessica sat there, completely opened waiting for her father's next move. Waiting to be molested.

How, in any language, can one explain the ectasy of the moment for both Robert and Jessica, as both approached closer to the verge of incest, with Robert in the driver seat and Jessica almost telling him how to get there. Letting go of her nipple for a second, Robert used the tip of his thumb to pull against the top of her top, and in one gently motion, pulled it down, letting it rest below her breast and exposing her hard nipple to the warm air of the room as he stared at the pink, fleshy, tiny nipple, harden by excitement and his own touch.

One step closer, Jessica thought - now suck on it, play with it, and then I'll moan, and then it'll be your sign to touch my pussy, finger it, make me cum! Make me cum!

"Wow, you're beautiful," Robert whispered, scolding himself as soon as it did so, for breaking the silence of a good seduction, fearing Jessica might snap out of it and change her mind. He'd never gone this far, ever, with her, and any normal person in the situation would realize this was bound to happen, but for Robert, fear still persisted. He still had to make sure.

Letting his thumb and index finger reach for her left nipple, he began to roll it between them, shocked at how hot her body felt, and that she was allowing this to happen, yet not caring at the moment what was to become of it. He was making his daughter feel good and that was all that mattered for Robert at the moment. For him, a 49-year-old man being with an 18-year-old girl was hot, but to touch his own daughter, there was no other way to describe the sexual ecstasy.

"Oh. My. God," Jessica moaned softly as he rolled her nipple, letting out a deep breath and taking one in, her lips slightly opened as the words escaped her lips.

Picture perfect. Father and daughter on the family couch, her legs wide open with her shorts still on, and her father, raging-hard from the seduction, is playing with one exposed breast while incest videos played on TV.

It's a go for Robert. Her moan was all he needed as he pulled other half of her tank-top down, exposing both breasts now, and taking a minute to feast on the sight of her perky, young breasts. His own 18-year-old daughter's breasts. Slowly, with her eyes still closed, he moved in, diving down and sticking his tongue out, brushed against the nipple closest to him, gliding his tongue over it and taking it in his mouth, flickering her young nipple with his tongue as his daughter continued to leave herself exposed, his for the taking.

"Ugggh," she moaned as his warm, muscular tongue explored her nipple, his hot saliva coating her breast while the other one, exposed to the air, becomes even firmer.

So taboo, yet, so hot. Father sucking on her own nipple, and it never felt like this before. No one else had sucked her nipple that way, and perhaps because it's her own father, or perhaps because of the reward of having danced around it for more than hour, it was the most sexually excited stage she'd ever been in.

Letting his hand travel downward and remembering that she'd worn no panties, Robert reached between her legs of her shorts, now soaked with her own hot and lubricating pre-cum, from her teenage pussy - a pussy ready to be fucked by her own dad, he began to massage her lips as her hips pushed against his hand.

"Oh, god," she moaned as he continued to massage her pussy while sucking on her nipple. Pushing her hips up against his hand, there was no pretense anymore, the game had finally reached its climax as he continued to massage her, with her eyes tightly closed. The silence from earlier, the silence only broken by the incest films on TV and their own hearts pounding were was gone, replaced with her own soft moaning and the sucking sound of him feasting on his own daughter's breast, now switch between the left and right breast.

Moving his hand from between the legs of her shorts and sliding it down her shorts, Robert was now purely going on instincts as he let his finger slide between her soaking lips, hot from her own body's heat and the juices that was a constance since about an hour ago.

"Wow, she shaves," he thought to himself as his hand explored her bare flesh, her lips so soft and puffy, filled with sexual excitement and wet and lubricated with her own fuck juices as he finds her fuck-hole, seeping with the tasty nectar he'd only dreamed of one day tasting.

So this was what molesting a daughter felt like. This was what incest felt like. This was what his own daughter was like in stages of sexual excitement. Thousands of times before, he'd jacked off to images of her in sexual scenarios, often fucked by men his age, or him, but to experience this life and in person, Robert thought, there wasn't anything in the world he wouldn't give for.

For Jessica, she got what she wanted. She wanted to be molested, and she was being molested. She wanted him to suck on hdr nipples, and he was. And, oh, God, she thought, incest - so wrong yet so good. Her own father making her wet, making her cum, making her moan. The idea only make her much, much wetter, as her tiny fuckhole continues to drool, readying itself for him. But she was ready, she wanted it now. She wanted daddy to fuck her. She wanted to say it, like it was on TV. She wanted to moan out those lewd words. She wanted to hear herself say "Fuck me, daddy," and just the thought made her shudder in excitement. But he was in the lead, and she'd take anything he gave her at the moment.

Using his middle finger, Robert glided up and down his daughter's pussy, letting the last knukcle on the side of his hand push against the hole, and as then glided it up toward her clit, now pushing out against its hood, he spread around her juices, stroking her clit with her own juices all the while continuing to suck on her breasts.

"Oh, my God, oh my God, oh my God," she continue to whisper at a slow, off-beat interval each time he rubbed her clit, her nostrils flaring at his sucking of her nipples, her hands grabbing onto the couch as if she didn't, she would fall off the couch.

Then it happened.

With one finger, the middle one, Robert found his daughter's entrance, and knowing that it was already well lubricated with her juices, pushed in, only half an inch, feeling her tight hole opening to receive his finger and then wrapping around it like a vaccume. Her juices coat his finger and as he continued to push it, she let out a moan, a sound he'd never heard from her before, at least not in this context. So, this was what it was like when she moaned, that was what she sounded like, as a deep moan escaped her throat in response to his pushing his finger deeping inside her. And yes, the tight softness of her pussy was what it'd felt like. This was what it felt like his own Jessica's pussy. For Robert, many of the world's wonders were answered.

"Oh, fuck," she whispered, dragging out the word he'd never heard her say before, as he pushes his finger deeper side her, taking time now to focus on her pussy, fingering it with care as he took a break from sucking on her tits and looked at her beautiful, contorted face, full of sexual ecstasy.

"OH, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME," the girl on TV screamed as her "father" entered her from behind, driving his cock deep into her pussy, as Robert continued to finger his daughter. The sounds of Jessica's own moaning and the "daughter's" moaning on TV are now almost the same in cadance, and Robert adjusted the speed of his finger's thrust in accordance with the man's thrusting of his cock on TV.

Together, they somehow combined. Jessica's own moans, and the "daughter's" begging to be fucked harder, became music to Robert's ears as the wet sound of his hand slapping against his own daughter's pussy and the slapping of flesh on TV also combined.

"Oh, fuck, daddy!" a whisper came, and it took a second between Robert could make out that it was his own daughter's moan, confirming that she wanted it, too, and was also enjoying it. How he wanted to hear his own daughter talk dirty, asked to be fucked, announcing she's going to cum, and begging to be fucked even harder, Robert thought, but first thing first. She cums first. That was always the rule.

"Oh, dad! Oh, fuck! Oh, daddy" she continued, words she'd never said before escaped her throats as Jessica rode her dad's finger, inching closer and closer to orgasm. Increasingly, her whispers and moans became louder, her chest flushed and her closed eyes now oepned and rolled back, readying herself for the first incestuous orgasm, and still expecting more after the first one.

"Tell me what you want, baby," Robert commanded - or more like pleaded as he continued to finger her, rubbing his thumb against her clit while doing so, as juices soaked his own hand and the shorts Jessica still had on. He wanted to take her panties off, to examine her little hole, one he'd dreamed of pushing his cock in for so long. He wanted to see the pink pouty lips, and the tiny clit pushing out, as if still shy from all the excitement.

So sexy Jessica felt that she said it without thinking. Was it impulse, or did she always want to say it? Was it in reaction to what they'd seen on TV, or was this her own idea? Whatever it was, the words escaped from her mouth, and even if she wanted to take it back, there was no way of doing it, as they echoed in the room, in both her ears and his.

"Oh, make me cum, daddy!" she practically moaned excitedly, in her high-pitched voice, excited lust, not caring if the world could hear her. "So ... close, make me cum. Make me cum. Make me cum," she begged and pleaded, lost in her own orgasmic delerium as he fingered her faster, and her pushing down toward his finger to meet every thrust, with each one sending her ever closer to the stage of incestuous heaven few - if none of her girlfriends, have ever had the pleasure of experiencing.

Robert complied. Hearing his daughter beg to be fingered, to cum, only excited him more, as he increased the speed with which he is finger his daughter's pussy, rotating his finger with each thrust, yet daring only to use one as her tight fuck-hole wrapped its muscles all around him.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck," she softly groaned, changing the pitch of her voice. "Oh, daddy, daddy, daddy," she whispered each time he pushed his finger deep in side of her, barely daring to thrust too much for she was about to cum, feeling at the pit of her stomach the thousands of pounds of orgasmic weigh waiting to be released.

Then, it just broke. All the sudden, it went dark.

"Oh, God, I am cumming," she abruptly announced, pushing her body against his thrusting finger and ignoring the moanings of the girl on TV as she pushed her head against his stomach.

She felt her explosion from within wih little warning as her whole body convulsed, and just for a second, it went limp, closing her eyes Jessica clenched every muscle of her body as she pushed down on her father's finger.

"OOOOOOOOoooohhhhhhhh, Ughhhhhhhhh!" she groaned as the orgasm hit her from out of nowhere. Robert was in shock at how easily she'd cum, after just mere minutes of manipulating his own daughter's pussy with his fingers, yet part of him celebrated a minor victory that he'd make her cum. What he did not expect, however, was how violent she'd cum, and her juices squirted against his fingers - hot, sticky cum shooting out of her body as her muscles contracted at his touch, clenching against his fingers while her clit throbbed, the bones on her neck turned flush red as she groaned again and again.

She'd felt it building up, inching her ever closer to the sexual explosion induced by her own daughter, but in her 18 years, Jessica had never felt like she did, as her cuntal muscles contracted, her body convulsed, and for what seemed like an eternity, she is surrounded by pitch darkness in the climax of their incestuous encounter. Laying there, and breathing deep and exhaling, she marveled at the screen as the "father" and "daughter" on the screen kissed, after, much like in other porn movies, he'd squirted all over her face.

Marvelling at his daughter's reaction to orgasm - an orgasm so different than that of her mother - an orgasm violent and explosive, yet erotic and ...sweet, Robert turned down to kiss her, his hand soaked with the sticky, wet substance, still hot from just having left his daughter's body, that also covered and soaked the front of her shorts.

They close their eyes, and just for a moment, enjoyed the sweet post-orgasm kiss - her orgasm, and he knew, just in moments, he would get his own.

Their peace, however, would be short. The darkness of the room and soft moans of another "father" and "daughter" on television was interrupted by bright headlights and the sound of his wife - his own daughter's - the daughter to whom he'd just given a one-in-a-life-time orgasm, coming home. Quickly they both broke the kiss and jumped off the couch as reality hit.

"Oh, my God, mom!" she announced in panic and she ran to her room, leaving him to fend for himself. Quickly, he rushed to the bathroom and washed his hands, hoping, praying that his daughter's smell, her teenage fuck fragance, the smell of her own pussy juices - his own daughter's juices, released out of horniness and the desire to be fucked by her own father, would subside by the time she came in the living room.