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 Daddy's Birthday Present: By (c) Hamilton Joyce.  Fm, Mf, incest.

   David Rodgers stretched his legs out luxuriating in the after-glow of
deeply satisfying sex.  She had cum twice, the second time grunting as she
always did at the summit of her passion and her vagina gripping in exactly
the same rhythm as his final ecstatic thrusts.  He knew he would want to
make love again soon and that the second orgasm for him was always even
better, the love-making longer, her response even greater and his final
spurts so powerful as to be almost painful in their intensity.

   Life was good!

   She was silent.  At one time, years ago, they would have chattered,
whispering their love and waiting for the desire to rise again.  He only
wished they could shout their ecstasy as they had when his lovely daughter
Lorna was younger: now she was a teenager they had to be more reserved:
thin walls!  It had been more relaxed back then: his little darling had had
the rudimentary "Sex Education" offered by her school last year and would
have known exactly what was going on in the next room.

   Sex now was perhaps gentler than when he was a teenager himself, though
when Lorna was well asleep some nights they enjoyed the foreign shores of
sex and could be really imaginative.  She loved oral sex, sucking him to
completion in return for the pleasure his lips and tongue could give her,
and unlike the very few other girls he had dated actually encouraged him to
take her in the arse, especially when it was her time of the month. 
Sometimes there were playful bondage and domination games, uniforms,
lingerie, anything they could both, or one of them enjoy.

   Life was good!

   She was way the best lover he had ever known, and in the ten years since
his wife had walked out on him and Lorna she was a constant visitor, as
much as three or four nights a week, though she sensibly always kept her
own house on the opposite side of the same suburban street and had never
moved in with David and his daughter.  Through the three years of his
marriage he had still managed to steal many moments of pleasure with her,
and since he became free of his wife had needed no other outlet: he just
knew nothing could match this.

   Of course Lorna loved her too, and was very close to her, confiding in
her and, lacking a mother, looking to her for guidance and support as the
girl moved from childhood into pubescence: at twelve Lorna was a beautiful,
pleasant, clever girl who enjoyed being the main lady of the house.  She
was the apple of her daddy's eye, and he was so proud of her!

   As he lay on his bed, arms behind his head, he could tell by her
breathing that his bed-partner was relaxed like him, happy and still awake.
He felt for her naked breast and fondled it, firm and pert despite her age
(she was 54 to his 34 years).  It was amazing how she kept her figure and
vitality he thought as he felt her nipple harden under his palm, squeezed
gently between finger and thumb.  He loved her breasts, could be said he
was obsessed by them.  What other woman could combine the muscle tone of a
twenty year old with the sexual variety, experience and confidence of a
woman in her fifties?  It could not be better he thought as he leaned over
and kissed her other nipple, this one already erect before his lips closed
on it.

   She murmured something inaudible and he felt her soft hand reach down
and grasp his cock.  It had been half-hard, but it was instantly completely
stiff.

   She rolled over on her side and pressed her bottom against his crotch.
She wanted it from behind......

   His knob rested in the crease of her buttocks his cock's stiffness
holding her inches away from him as it bent horizontal.  He forced his
right arm under her, trading the weight of her body on his biceps for the
delight of grasping her breast with his right hand, his other hand over her
and caressing her left breast.  They often lay like this, he enjoying the
feel of her smooth skin and the rounded, astounding firmness of her bosom.
She was proud of her figure and delighted in the pleasure her body gave
David, all his senses.  She knew what would come next: they had often been
here before.....

   Her cunt lips were open still, her labia plumped by the sex of a few
minutes before, her crease and vagina lubricated by her own juices and by
his huge spurts of cum so when he pulled her back towards him and thrust
with his hips the gap between her buttocks and thighs closed as his knob
penetrated and his shaft slid inside.

   He kissed her neck finding a parting in her loose blonde hair.

   She sighed, and her hand slid down to her pubes, index finger finding
the hard nub of her clitoris.

   He held her by her breasts fingers pressing into the firm flesh,
feeeling her nipples hard against his palms, and fucked her with long,
strong strokes, aware of her busy fingers working away at her clitoris so
near to his cock.  He felt her vagina grip him with strong muscles and
pulled her even closer his lips now on her neck.  Salty skin.  Then she was
coming, half-stifling her moans and cries because of the sleeping girl in
the next room, but the fierce gripping spasms in her pussy told him it had
been good sex for her.  He felt her hand stroke his balls, and then fingers
pull at his ball-sack.  She knew so many ways to make him cum!  Three
final, powerful thrusts, three spurts of cum deep inside her, and then the
stillness of satisfied lust.

   It was good for him too.

   In her lonely bed Lorna was awake and aware of the ecstatic grunts next
door.  Her clit tingled and she pulled at it with thumb and forefinger, her
other hand sliding a finger into her cunt.  She masturbated, and the object
of her fantasies was her beloved daddy.  She imagined her daddy's lips on
her tits: how she wished he looked at her like other men now did.  Even
when she was at the pool in her pastel blue bikini her daddy did not seeem
to notice her figure, though she knew it was good and that even grown men
found her sexy.  Especially grown men!  She was aware that mature men as
well as boys her own age got hard cocks when they looked at her.  But her
daddy did not.  Surely her daddy had noticed the changes in her body.  She
was not just a little girl now: she had breasts.  Small, yes, but nice and
round and firm, and she knew they were sexy......

   How she wanted him!  The grunts and bed-spring noises were silent now
next door and she imagined the couple laying there satisfied.  Unlike
herself!  She slipped a second finger into her tight little cunt and
imagined it was her daddy's cock, and that it was his hand rubbing and
pulling her clit: her muscles tightened on the fingers as she came,
silently but her hips rising and falling as if fucking.



   His cock expelled David lay on his back content and fulfilled.  His mind
went back to that first time so long ago: was it really twenty years?

   Beside him his lover had the same memories: their first sex had been in
just that position.  "Spoons" they called it now.

   They had, the two of them, a camping holiday on Dartmoor, not "wild
camping" but on a campsite with a few rudimentary facilities to back up
their two small tents.  It was a beautiful location in a rough pasture
field alongside a river, and under a massive outcrop of granite.  Handily
placed too for their day-long excursions on foot across the Moor: David at
fourteen was strong enough to keep up with her.

   The day it happened they had walked over fifteen miles and were
pleasantly tired so after the simple meal cooked on two camping gas stoves
they went to their tents, hers under the granite cliff, his close to the
river as he liked the sound of the water.

   She was awoken in the middle of the night by his voice outside her tent.
It was raining but nowhere near as heavily as it had during the night when
it had rattled against the canvas.

   She stuck her head through the tent flap.  The storm had passed and the
few remaining drops of rain in the air were from solitary clouds scudding
across the face of the full August moon.  She could see his bedraggled
figure, clad only in wet boxer shorts.  Not for the first time she was
struck by how handsome he was: a teenager still, but with good upper body
strength, sturdy legs and the cutest masculine bottom.  The wet cotton of
his underpants hinted at an interesting bulge.

   "What's up?"

   "River rose and I've had water through the tent, only a couple of inches
but everything's soaked.  I've pulled it all further up the field in case
it gets deeper though it looks as if the water's falling again.  I'm soaked
too!  I didn't wake up till too late."

   She undid the flap completely.  "Better come in here for the rest of the
night.  There'll be just room enough for two.  But take those sodden pants
off and dry yourself down." He hesitated but did pull his underpants off.
She handed him a towel as he crawled naked into the tent.

   David was shocked to see her naked too.  She slept naked!  She was back
inside her sleeping bag in a trice but even inside the tent the moonlight
was strong enough for him to have made out her shapely breasts, slender
waist, and the shadow of pubic hair for one or two life-changing seconds.
His cock was too frozen to react as it usually would have done!  His
teenage mind was certainly engaged though.

   "You'd better share my sleeping bag too: it's double and I've had it
since before Don was killed."

   It was just possible for the two of them to share the bag without the
embarassment of touching......



   She lay there thinking.

   The boy was nearly a man now and that was surely the explanation.  This
was the first time she had felt any sexual excitement in his presence and
an hour ago would have thought it impossible.  But those broad shoulders
and the suggestion of muscles in his upper arms, his pecs....  his smooth
chest.  There had been a glimpse of his cock as he clumsily removed his
soaked shorts and towelled himself down, contorted by not touching the wet
canvas of the low tent.  His cock was small, but she knew how the penis
always shrunk when cold and wet...  and he was both.  But his arse was cute
and his hairy legs so very sexy.

   Perhaps the biblical injunction against "looking upon nakedness" had
some wisdom: she certainly desired the boy.....

   Her clit was tingling, and she would dearly have liked to bring herself
off.  She slipped a finger betwewen her cunt lips and as she knew it would
be she was juicy.  Very!  More than usual!

   No doubt about it, she had the hots for this boy, barely fourteen.

   Suppose they?

   No!  That would be illegal.  UtterlY!

   But she doubted if it would do any harm to the boy.  Her husband had
told her he was "seduced" at that age by an aunt, that it had been the
making of him!  It had built his self confidence as well as giving him so
much more pleasure and less shame than solitary masturbation.

   The loss and grief when he was killed had been so overwhelming that she
decided she would not lay herself open to it again, partly out of love and
respect for her departed man but mostly for fear of that terrible feeling
ofloss when left alone.  She had made sure she never again got close to a
male.  So she had been celibate all these years and sexual relief was
provided by "Mrs Palm and her five daughters" and her dildos.

   She was nonetheless tempted to at least move a few inches to cuddle the
boy.....  he had looked so woebegone, like a drowned puppy, almost
demanding a cuddle.

   But she knew it was her clit talking and it would not stop there: she
rolled back on her side, away from him, and eventually slept.



   David had the same problem.

   As soon as his body unfroze his cock stiffened.

   He was aware of this surprisingly fit and beautiful woman laying naked
inches from him: it would be so easy just to reach out and caress her
wonderful tits and smooth, round bottom.

   But he feared her reaction.  He was only fourteen.  And there was the
other thing too......  unthinkable.

   He could not even jerk off for relief: but eventually he slept too.



   She woke up in the middle of the night, and for a long moment her dream
was still real, and it was Don's cock she felt nestling between the cheeks
of her arse, gripped by them and held against her pussy lips.  In a moment
his hand would be on her breast and the knob would move to press on the
inner lips before that gentle push of his hips that forced it into her
willing, juicy vagina.

   But in another second or two she was fully awake and knew it was young
David and not the long-mourned husband.  The momentary feeling of loss, so
common when she woke from dreams of him, was dissipated by the realisation
that this was not a dream, that it was real, and that it felt good.  She
lay for several minutes enjoying the feel of a hard cock for the first time
in years.....  too many years.  So he was fourteen and taboo....  why
worry? He was aroused and randy!  And so was she as she played with her
clitoris, pulling, squeezing and rubbing it, sometimes sliding a finger
into her vagina.

   David was asleep and murmuring incomprehensible words in what must have
been a sexual dream.  She guessed he was dreaming of fucking her, of the
naked body he had seen or half-seen in the moonlight fltering through the
canvas tent.  Had she shown herself to him deliberately?  She was not sure,
but anyway she was glad he had seen her if this was the response.  His
steady breathing showed he was deeply asleep though his cock twiched
several times.  She wondered if he would cum, a wet dream bathing her cunt
and thighs in his boy-juice.  No danger there: long ago the doctors had
told her her first child would also be her last....  She hoped he would
cum.

   Would he still sleep if she grasped his cock and slid it into her cunt?
And if that woke him how would he respond?

   Best not to think about the unthinkable, and just enjoy this moment!

   But it would be good to feel again the pressure of his knob against her
vagina inner lips and she grasped it, moving it into place there.

   David woke up!

   He had indeed been dreaming of sex with the mature woman with the body
of a young girl he had seen a few hours before, but he was instantly aware
of the reality of her hand on his cock and his knob now between her labia.

   Jeez!  This was all wrong!  It felt so good!  But it was forbidden! 
What was she doing?  Was she doing it in her sleep?  That was the only
explanation.....

   She felt him flinch and knew he was awake.  Still grasping his erect
penis she uttered one word.

   "Flattering!"

   Jeez!  She wanted him: he could fuck her if he wanted.  But he knew he
should not!  His cock said one thing, his head another!

   Now she had let go his cock and found his arm: she pulled it over her
and placed his hand on her breast.

   'That's what you want isn't it, David?  And that's what I want too.  Hug
me!"

   Her hand was on his cock again now and wiping it up and down inside her
labia: he wondered how much of the slipperiness was his pre-cum and how
much her arousal.
He had never felt a naked breast before.  His "dates" sometimes would
allow him to slide a hand inside their blouse but the breast was always
inside a bra, and attempts to feel the naked flesh had always caused
protests or a slap on his wrist!  This was fantastic, so firm and smooth
and the nipple so erect as to feel almost sharp.  He squeezed it between
finger and thumb and heard her moan quietly: she liked that!  He did it

again.  He liked it too!

   Now she was wiping his cock up and down her pussy, and he realised that
the lips must be open.  His knowledge of female pussy was wholly based on
the centrefolds of porn magazines, but he knew enough to be sure his knob
was inside the outer lips....  the ones the model-girls in the magazines
pulled apart for some photos.  But this was real!

   It was getting dangerous.  He must stop now before something terrible
happened.  He should turn over!

   But it felt so good!  Just a minute or two more fondling her breasts and
feeling her hand on his cock.  He wondered again if that slipperiness was
all his pre-cum.  It could not be!  Too much.  She must be getting juicy
too, like it had been described in "Social Biology" when they had been
taught about sex.  The boys who boasted all said girls got "juicy" down
there when they wanted it......  He felt down over her belly, over the
pubic fleece, and found that her other hand was over her pussy, rubbing it.
There was room for his finger too.  She was very wet and slippery down
there!

   He returned to her breast, lay there and enjoyed.D Cock still ruled
head!

   She turned over in her mind the thoughts of the night before.  The boy
was so handsome, and his body was already as muscled and masculine as many
men much older than him.  He would be good at sex, she was sure....But it
would be doubly wrong to seduce him.  And yet they both wanted it, and what
harm could it do?  Some time soon he was going to lose his virginity and it
might not be as easy and pleasant with a young girl as with a mature woman.
Don had said he was glad it had been with a mature woman who knew what she
was doing, rather than fumbling with an equally inexperienced virgin
teenager.  And possible recriminations after?  There was wisdom in that,
surely?

   Her body was as good as any girl's and her emotions much more under
control, predictable even!

   She doubted whether early sex ever harmed a boy!  Don had been fourteen,
like David, and claimed it was the making of him.

   There was the other taboo, though.....

   Oh, what the hell!

   She pushed back towards him, his cock resting just right, her hand
holding it against the opening of her vagina.  The knob slid in and she
removed her hand.  As she pushed back till their bodies touched the whole
of his shaft was in her, her first male for all those years.  It felt good!

   Good too for the fourteen year old boy!

   David could think of nothing other than the awareness that at last he
was "doing it".  Then even that adolescent thought vanished and he was lost
in the sensual pleasure of his hand on her breast and his cock deep in her
pussy, so warm, wet and welcoming!  He needed no schooling in what he
should be doing: the painfully embarassing "Social Biology" had scarcely
mentioned the real essence of fucking, but his young body knew
instinctively and, slowly at first he moved his cock in and out, just as
far as his knob.  He was rewarded by his partner's moans of pleasure and
the stimulation of his own cock far beyond the more familiar feelings of
jerking off.

   "Harder, faster, David.  Pleeeeeease!"

   His thighs smacked into her bottom with each thrust and her little cries
and squeaks increased.  Then she gave a series of grunts and the boy was
suddenly so proud he had given her the ultimate pleasure.

   "Cum!  Cum!  Cum!  David cum!  Fill me up!"

   Her pussy was gripping and releasing, gripping , releasing with her
orgasm, and her hand now reached under and between grasping his balls.

   He came.  Magnificent.  The best ever!  Filled her up, oh yes!  Four or
more great spurts of hot spunk.

   And then stillness, silence, the glow of satisfaction and pride.  And
love.  And gratitude.

   "That was amazing, mummy....."

   " For me too, David....."

   He lay with his cock still in her till she slept and her pussy ejected
him.  Then he slept.



   It was a Saturday morning, but David had left early for work.  Some
crisis or other needing urgent solution....

   Lorna and her Gran were sitting on the sofa watching the news, empty
cocoa mugs on the carpet in front of them.  They had not dressed yet and
her Gran, David's mummy, was wearing a scarlet satin negligee, her
grandaughter a cotton night-shirt down to her knees.  Lorna seemed subdued
and quiet, not her usual happy self.

   Lorna snuggled up closer to her Gran, who placed a comforting arm around
her shoulder pulling her even closer.

   "Oh Gran, I wish daddy loved me...."

   "Of course your daddy loves you!  You are the apple of his eye and he
thinks about you all the time.  He'd do anything for you, his little
angel."

   "I know that, but what I mean is I wish he would love me like he loves
you."

   "I'm sure he loves us both, Lorna."

   '"No.  You don't understand Gran.  I know he makes love to you.  I can
hear so clearly and once you left the door open and I could see him making
love to you."

   "Oh dear!"

   "No!  It was beautiful.  You wre laying with your arms and legs clasped
around his back.  I didn't peek, I promise.  The door was open when I was
on my way to the loo and I saw him making love to you and knew why you
grunted so much.  I so want him to make love to me properly, like that."

   There was a long moment while her Gran absorbed the embarassing fact! 
Well at least Lorna had only seen them making conventional love and not one
of their kinkier sessions.  She gave the girl a real squeeze to show she
was not angry and Lorna rested her head on her Gran's shoulder.

   "I think you're still a bit young for that, aren't you my sweet?"

   The girl sounded almost indignant.  "I'm nearly thirteen.  Well, twelve
and a half nearly, and I had my first period ages ago, Years!  I'm almost
grown up!"

   "But he's your daddy, and that's just not allowed."

   "Doesn't stop you, Gran, and you're his mummy...."

   She thought this bombshell over and both were silent for several
minutes. Difficult to respond to that one!

   There was no doubt the girl was desperately in love, and she remembered
how fierce these adolescent crushes could be, all-consuming, obsessive, and
the girl was so unhappy.  Her heart went out to the sweet little thing, who
was now sobbing quietly.  David had not been much older than Lorna that
first night on Dartmoor, and she remembered the joy of the next few days,
their rambles punctuated by wonderful episodes of love-making, so
satisfying for her and so exciting for the boy, who never seemed satisfied,
always wanting more.  She knew how powerful emotions and desires could be
when the teenage hormones started to rage through young bodies and minds.

   It was also true the love of that first week had grown, matured, and the
friendship was just as close, the sex nearly as exciting even twenty years
later.

   And she knew David was obsessed by his daughter, proud of her, happy
with her, loving her in all ways except the sexual she so wished.

   And who was she to deny the girl what she had enjoyed all these years,
taboo though it was?

   Her hand had slipped down to cup the girl's breast round and warm under
the cotton night-shirt.  The girl had certainly grown up in the last few
months!

   "Are you really sure, my sweet?"

   "Oh yes, Gran.  I think of him every night before I go to sleep, and
when I hear you both making love it makes my heart beat and I can't sleep
for ages.

   "Do you think about him when you masturbate?"

   The girl blushed.

   "It's all right, Lorna, everybody does it!  I do.  Your daddy does. 
Everyone."

   "I always do, imagining my daddy is hugging and kissing me and then
laying on top of me with his cock in me and fucking me....."

   "Do you know if you still have a hymen?"

   "I don't know.  I know what a hymen is but I'm not sure if mine is still
there."

   There was a long pause.

   "I sometimes put my fingers up there so it may have gone."

   Her Gran pulled the nightshirt up Lorna's thighs.  The girl was naked
beneath it and her pubes were no longer those of a child.  The swelling
mound had a thin covering of fine, jet-black hair and the labia were plump,
not little-girl thin and tight.  She stroked the outer lips and then
slipped her index finger inside, finding it wet and the nub of the girl's
clitoris aroused.  Her mind flashed back to stolen hours with Melissa in
their boarding school so long ago.  They would have been about Lorna's age
and were discovering the delights of lesbian love, fingers and tongues. 
She still found sex with Melissa exciting on the rare occasions they met
now.

   She slid her index finger into the girl's vagina and, yes, there was
still a hymen.

   "It's still there, my sweet.  I'll just go and get something."

   She smiled as she opened the drawer in David's bedroom.  Here she kept
all the toys that added variety to their sex.  On top the satin basque and
fur-lined handcuffs they had used the night before.  The leather straps and
the whip she used on him sometimes.  The strap-on for fucking his bottom.
the baby oil, knickers and stockings, more satin and silk lingerie (his,
hers and theirs!), impossible high-heeled shoes (his and hers!).  And under
everything a dildo....  not used much in this house, though the ones she
kept at home were constant companions.

   She checked the batteries were still Ok.

   "Here, try this, Lorna.  It's about the same size as your daddy's cock.
See if you still like it...."

   The girl pulled her night-shirt over her head and off, onto the carpet.

   "I like to do it in the nuddy, and then I can feel my nips too."

   "I'll do that for you."

   The girl had lovely breasts, not girlish bumps any more, but rounded,
small but very pert and sexy.  She leaned down and kissed a nipple, taking
it between her lips and nibbling as the girl opened her legs wide and
started to force the dildo in.

   "It's tight, but I'm ever so wet so.....  yes it's right in.  And I can
move it in and out....."

   "If you twist the end it vibrates."

   Her nipples were hard now, one in her Gran's mouth, the other under her
palm.

   "0000h!  That's so good.  Ooooh!  I'm gonna.....Ooooh!"

   She saw her grandaughter's legs tense, her bottom rise, the dildo deep
inside her pussy.

   Then Lorna pulled it out and kissed her Gran full on the lips.

   "That was the best, Gran."

   there was a tiny smear of blood on the pink plastic.

   "And see, you've broken the hymen now...."

   "Didn't hurt!"

   "But best to get rid of the hymen before your first sex.  Now, if you're
sure you want to this is what you should do."





   When David got in Lorna cooked him lunch.  He sat at the kitchen table
and watched her.

   She really was stunningly beautiful, he thought.  It looked as if she
was not wearing one of her training bras under that cotton top with a
picture of some pop-star on it.  It was amazing how she had been
transformed from a child to a young woman in a few short months: it was the
breasts of course!  The cotton really was too rhin and too tight.....

   That skirt was a bit short though.  Jeez, when she bent over to get the
dish from the oven he could see right up it, right up to her knickers tight
across her crotch, For a fleeting moment he thought he could even make out
the shape of her under the white cotton gusset, but the moment passed as
she stood up again and brought the hot dish to the table.

   "I'm going to The Lido this afternoon, daddy: Gran bought me a new
cossie."

   'With Maria?"

   "No, she's had to go to Surrey with her mum & dad.  Boring!  So I'm
going alone.  Unless you can come with me.....  oh come on, daddy."

   There was cricket on the box this afternoon, but he could deny his angel
nothing.  He was glad she would not be wearing that blue bikini.  His
mother would have bought something more sensible for her, less revealing.



   He had paid for two sun-loungers and been laying on one for several
minutes before his daughter appeared.  He turned over on his back looking
at the small white clouds and blue sky when suddely she was there, standing
over him, smiling.

   For a moment "gob-smacked" would describe his reaction, speechless,
astounded, disturbed.

   The bikini was tiny, white and stark against the mediterranean
skin-colouring and tan of her body.  He had thought the blue bikini small,
but the totality of the material here would not make up one pocket
handkerchief.  If his mother had bought his daughter this, what was she
thinking of?

   It was sexy!  And she only twelve!

   All right she looked good.  All it needed was high heels for it to be an
acceptable soft-porn centre-fold in a "Lads' Mag".  But at twelve?

   There were women at the pool wearing bikinis, but none as tiny than
this!

   He could not take his eyes off her tits, which the little triangles of
white silk made look larger, surely, than they actually were.  Really only
the nipples and aureoles were adequately concealed, while the round, pert
breasts were exposed to the gaze of lecherous males.....  Lovely and golden
in contrast with the deeper tan of the rest of her torso.  Under the skimpy
cups of the bra the aureoles would be brown......

   But then his eyes travelled down over her flat belly with its pretty
dimple of a belly-button, to the equally skimpy bikini bottom.  The little
pouch just about covered her pubes.....  no more than that and certainly
not her pretty belly!  As she stood there was a gap between her thighs,
just beneath her crotch.....  so inviting, drawing the eye to it.  He
imagined he could see the outline of her labia....  He looked hard: was it
imagination?  No!  The cloth was tight into the flesh between her thighs
and her pudenda, then there was a sort of ridge....  the outer lips....  a
depression....her pussy, it must be.....  another ridge....  and then her
thigh.  He could scarcely tear his eyes away, but knew he had too.  His
cock was stiff, his balls actually ached as they had not done since he was
a randy teenager himself!

   The inside of her thighs was the same light-golden tan as her breasts,
and the inch of flesh above the top of the pants was a creamy white.  Her
pussy would be white too.  Or pink?  No, white as it had been when she was
a real little girl.  He had not seen her pubes since he stopped supervising
her bath-time....  she would have been seven then.  There would be fine
hair now, raven black.  The lips would be plump now, and he could see that
the mons was a pretty mound at the base of her belly.

   To his horror he realised his cock had stiffened and that his daughter
was looking down at him and smiling, eyes laughing and shining.  She had
certainly spotted his shame!  He had nothing to cover his bulge with.... 
how he wished he had worn loose, baggy trunks and not these speedos!  He
could hardly just turn over on his belly?

   She was his daughter, dammit!  He just could not find her sexually
attractive!  And yet his cock did not lie.....

   No words were exchanged, but both knew exactly what had happened.  She
glowed with satisfaction at the visual proof her daddy found her sexy, and
her clitoris tingled wanting him.

   Shit!  This was more than a man should bear.  He had to snap out of it.
His own daughter!  And under-age too!

   Lorna resued her daddy by laughing, turning and taking two steps before
diving into the pool.

   Shit!  Her bikini was just as enticing from behind, leaving most of her
rounded flesh naked, perky buttocks, muscles moving as she walked, flexed,
and dived.  The little dimple at the top of the crease between her
buttocks, a crease the bikini exaggerated as much as concealed...  that
dimple would be so good to kiss and then downwards with his tongue......

   Nothing else for it but to follow her into the pool and perhaps the cold
water would solve his problem, quieten his unruly penis....

   She had been a faster swimmer than him for at least three years now, and
was on her third length of the pool as he finished his second and pulled
himself out.

   He watched while she completed six lengths and then pulled herself out
too, standing close to him, dripping water on the white marble
pool-surround.  Her hair was in a white racing-swimmer's cap but a few
strands had escaped in the exertion of her swim and racing turns.  She
pushed the raven locks from her eyes and giggled.

   "That's better!  I expect you feel cooler now, daddy." It was fun
teasing him!  Lovely to see she had disturbed him and he was certainly
noticing her now as Gran had promised he would.

   But for David, wet the bikini was even more shocking than it had been
before.....

   She grabbed a towel from her lounger and dried her back with it.  As her
arms worked behind her back her breasts were pushed forward and her daddy
could see clearly the erect nipples poking into the wet silk.  His gaze
dropped again to her belly and thighs, drawn to her crotch.  The wet had
made it the thin fabric cling to her pussy and he could clearly see the
outline of labia, and that the lips were now very plump and seemed to be
open.

   His cock was stiff again: he looked down and the shape was obvious under
his own wet speedos.

   Obvious, too, to his daughter who had that same mischievous smile as
earlier, the same sultry look in her eyes, as she lay down on the lounger,
propped on an elbow so she could look at her daddy.

   "You're the handsomest man in the whole Lido, daddy.  I just love you in
those speedos."

   "And you're the prettiest girl, my angel."

   He meant it too!  What he really meant was "sexiest girl", but it was
hard to admit that even to himself.





   They could not stay long as the parts exposed to the sun for the first
time by the miniscule bikini, her breasts, buttocks and belly, were in
danger of getting burned.

   When they got home Gran was there and announced she was going to visit
her old school-friend Melissa in Plymouth, leavng tomorrow early and
staying until Friday.  she would cook supper with Lorna helping and then
would go to her house to pack for an early start.

   So daddy and daughter were alone that evening.



   He cleared the table and started the washing up.  He had nearly done
when he heard the tv.

   Lorna was watching some documentary about Ancient Rome and he sat beside
her on the settee.  She still had that tight cotton top and mini-skirt, but
had kicked her shoes off and was bare-footed.  He had never noticed her
feet before but suddenly thought they were cute, like the rest of her. 
Everything about her was vibrant, sexy!  He put an arm round her shoulder
to cuddle her and she snuggled up to him.  How he would have liked to drop
his hand down a few inches and cup that breast, so warm and round!

   He rejected the idea, disgusted with himself.  But his cock had
stiffened.

   Lorna had seen this and it excited her as it had at the pool, but she
gave him no hint of that beyond resting her head on his shoulder.  He
stroked her silky, black hair as they watched, moving it back from her
pretty little ear.  Made, he thought, for tickling with the point of his
tongue.  His mother always found it sexy when he licked inside her ear.....

   The ads came on.

   "Hey.  Fast forward them, sweetie."

   "Can't daddy.  It's live."

   So they chatted for a couple of minutes.  These were the moments David
liked most, cuddling his daughter and talking about her friends, her
school, her ambitions, even her fears.  They were so close, and she was so
open to him.  He was proud to have such a happy, intelligent and above all
beautiful daughter.

   At the end of the program she reached across him for the TV Times on the
arm of the settee, and as she did so her hand brushed aginst his hard cock
that he had hoped was hidden beneath his bunched trousers.

   It was like an elecric shock.

   Had she done it on purpose?  Was it an innocent gesture or was she
feeling to see if he really was hard?

   The moment passed.

   "It's been a hot day, daddy."

   What was that for, a total non-sequitor?  Or was she remembering his
hard-on at the pool and was her comment about him feeling hot mocking him
for having an erection so often?  Again, was it innocent or was she
flirting with him?  He still could not work that out.  Was the flashing of
her knickers simply teenage awkwardness, or was it deliberate?  It seemed
to be happening a lot recently!

   He did not know, just did not know!

   She got up to get the Remote and as she bent to get it from under the
television he had another flash of her knickers.  They were not the simple
cotton of the morning, but she had changed.  Now her pretty buttocks were
half-covered by red satin with black lace trim.  The temptation lasted at
most a few seconds, but was enough to make his cock twitch, and he was sure
his own underpants would be soaked in pre-cum.



   That night, without his mother to give him sexual relief he masturbated,
and to his shame and guilt (after he had cum!) he had images of his
daughter's young body and what he would like to do with her.  He imagined
her mouth on his, his hands on her breasts, on her bottom, his cock in her
virgin pussy.  The orgasm was huge, balls-draining, but there was no
after-glow of satisfaction, only worry and a depressed realisation that
what he desired was impossible and shameful.



   Over the next couple of days the temptations continued with several
views of her crotch or buttocks, always with different knickers, sometimes
white or green school unfiform panties, sometimes downright sexy satin or
lace thongs and full French Knickers.  It was still possible she was just
careless, but the suspicion she was teasing him grew, especially as the
panties were more and more sexy: had she she guessed he had a fetish. 
Perhaps all men did?

   Wednesday evening she was especially careless!



   It had been his turn to cook their dinner and wash up and he was just
laying the table again for their breakfast next morning when he heard his
daughter's laughter.

   She was sitting on their settee propped against the arm, her feet on its
cushions, legs bent and arms around her shins hugging them.  He sat
alongside, looking at her more than the screen.  Not for the first time
that day he thought how lovely she looked, even in that little-girl
night-shirt she had been wearing all week for bed.  It was white cotton
with a picture of Bambi on the front, though he could not see that, or the
shape of her breasts, sitting hunched up as she was.  Her long, black hair
shone.  She had her grandmother's beautiful face, highk cheek-bones and
fine complexion, and would have her fit, athletic body too in a couple of
years time.  But she had her father's latino colouring and the combination
was devastatingly pretty.

   She laughed again out loud at Bart Simpson's ludicrous antics, finding
it so funny she stretched her arms in the air and then clasped them behind
her head.

   She laughed again and now she opened her legs, bent at the knee.

   David's heart nearly stopped.  No cotton knickers, not even the satin
thongs he had sometimes been regaled with, but black panties with a black
lace panel at the front.  The lace embroidery meant he could not exactly
see clearly, but he was sure he just could make out the shadow of her pubes
beneath it.  He stared and stared.

   Lorna could see out of the corner of her eye that he was looking, and
that there was again that bulge in his trousers but she made sure he could
not see she had noticed.

   For at least a minute, though it felt like ten to her entranced daddy,
she let him see her.

   He convinced himself he could see her labia, and perhaps a darker shadow
of pubic hair over her mound.  And then he wondered if he really had seen
as much: perhaps it was imagined?  But her thighs and the tight little
panties were sexy by themselves.

   He was so absorbed that he did not even notice his cock had stiffened,
or at least he did not notice until his daughter stretched her legs out
straight, so her knees and calfs were over his lap.

   She must feel the lumpiness he thought with dismay.

   She did indeed notice, but did not let on, just laying there and
enjoying the tingling in her clitoris.

   Her daddy was certainly not ignoring her body now!

   Gran had been so right!  Make him want to see more!

   Even her feet were sexy!  He held one in his hand and played with the
tiny toes as he had when she had been a baby.  Her long, slender legs were
he noticed for the first time completely smooth and silky, tanned by the
long hot summer, but completely hairless.  He was sure she had fine hair on
her shins a week ago, but now they were so elegant.  Must have waxed them,
he thought.  His angel was certainly growing up.

   Without thinking he stroked her legs as far as the knees.  It felt good!
but no further, he thought.

   The half-hour program ended and the interminable ads started.

   "Turn on the news, sweetie...'

   The remote was on the floor in front of the settee and she rolled over
on her belly to get it and change the channel.

   She stayed like that, her legs still over her daddy's lap but laying on
her belly, head resting on her arms now: he knew she was not much
interested in the news.

   Nor was her daddy, unusually!

   Something much more interesting caught his attention.

   As she had rolled over and reached down her night-shirt had ridden up,
bunched now around her waist.  The panties were plain black silk at the
back in contrast to the golden tan of her bottom and the little white
tan-lines around the triangle of black satin.  David nearly groaned out
loud at the sight: her panties had got caught between her legs, and one
edge of them was wedged completely between her pussy and her thigh.  The
whole of one beautiful cheek was naked.  His cock twitched and the rest of
his body froze.  Her young bottom was so rounded, smooth, sexy.  He could
imagine stroking and caressing it, laying his cheek against that perky
buttock, feeling the warmth, licking, kissing.

   And perhaps he could even make out the shape of her pussy again where
the satin had caught slightly between the lips.  The lips looked as if they
were open, and plumped-up.  Did that mean....?

   Lorna had felt her daddy's cock twitch against her leg and remembered
her Gran's advice.  "That's enough", she thought and sat up again, her arm
now around him, her head on his shoulder.

   It was like an electric shock as momentarily her breast brushed against
his armm, and then he could feel her breast press on his chest as she
cuddled him.



   That night he masturbated, coming almost immediately with memories of a
vision of teenage loveliness, of a near-naked bottom, of plump lips under
skimpy lace, and half-shameful thoughts of what they could do together,
what her daddy could teach her.  The orgasm was huge, streams and blobs of
cum all over his chest and even onto the pillow beside his gead.  As usual
the guilt, shame and good-resolutions followed.....



   Thursday evening they ate quite late as David had been delayed at the
office and while he cleared the table and washed up she went for a shower.
She declared herself tired and said she would go straight to bed after her
shower.

   So, no tempatation tonight, David thought, half disappointed but half
relieved.

   How wrong!

   He had just settled down in the armchair and opened the book he was
reading when there was a shout from the bathroom.

   Lorna had forgotten to take a towel in with her.  She yelled she was
soaking wet and could daddy bring her a towel.

   At last!  At last, he thought, he would get to see her naked.  This was
why she had gone to the shower and it was deliberate!

   He'd been waiting for this....  how many days?  And now here it was, his
lovely girl waiting for her daddy, naked and beautiful.

   His cock was hard and his heart raced as he pushed the bathroom door.

   And there she was!

   No!  Not naked, or at least not so he could see her pubes and her
breasts: she stood in that classic pose of modesty, arm across her chest
and arm and hand hiding her crotch.
He stared, none-the-less.....  she was so lovely.  And then he noticed
her reflection in the mirror tiles behind her.  There was that athletic but
so girlish bottom, naked for him to enjoy the rounded buttocks and
still-narrow hips, the dimple and pretty crease between her buttocks,

hiding the mystery of anus and pubes.

   He scarcely had time to lock in his memory the flawless tanned back, the
long, slender legs, the tiny waist, before she grabbed the towel, managing
to keep her sexual parts still covered, and compelled him to exit.







   Friday Gran got back mid afternoon, and had boiled the kettle by the
time Lorna got in from school.

   They sat on the settee drinking tea.

   "Well, Lorna, is it working?"

   "Oh yes, Gran.  You should have seen his face when he saw my new bikini,
and even more when I got my knickers caught so my whole bottom cheek was
naked.  And last night I had him bring me a towel in the shower."

   Gran put her teacup down too, and placed an arm round Lorna's shoulders.
Lorna rested her head on her Gran's shoulder and her hair smelled of
lavender.  Her Gran had none of her daddy's hang-ups and gently caressed
the girl's breast through the school shirt.  No bra.  Nipples hard.

   "You did not let him see your pussy or your breasts I hope."

   "No, Gran I remembered what you said.  I kept them covered, but he got
an eyeful of my bum in the mirror."

   "Good!  That's the way to get men interested.  Just the hints, never the
full thing.  When they have half-seen, almost seen, half-felt, almost
caressed then they are desperate for the full Monty.  They're children
really looking in the sweetshop window!"

   " I wore lots of different panties, but it was the black ones with the
lacy panel at the front that really got him going.  I thought he was going
to cum just looking, though I only gave him a few seconds' view."

   " He always had a thing about sexy lingerie, a real fetish, but then
nearly all men do which is why there are so many boutiques.  Though not all
of them like to wear knickers and stockings themselves!"

   "Not daddy!" The girl giggled.  "I bet he'd look good in high heels!"

   "Ask him one day when you know him even better!  You might get a
surprise.  Now, how are you getting on with the dildo?"

   "It's great, Gran.  I can cum over and over again with it, and I think
even if I only use my fingers it is better now my pussy has got used to the
vibrator".

   Her Gran pulled her even closer and kissed the girl on her lips, her
hand now under the girl's skirt, stroking her thighs.  As Lorna's tongue
entered her Gran's mouth she felt that groping hand on her crotch.  She
raised her bum and knickers and tights were pulled down looser, rolled
together.  That finger now entered her wet lips and rubbed her clit.

   Suddenly she wanted to do the same for her Gran.  She nearly asked, but
realised there was no need.

   Her Gran's legs were bare and her thong quite skimpy so it was easy to
get a finger inside and fine the clit.....

   They kissed passionately, masturbating each other and fondling breasts
with the free hand.



   "That was nice, Gran".

   "For me, too.  But you wait till daddy fucks you.  You'll know what nice
really is then.  Look, I'm staying tonight and when we're in bed together
I'll tell him a few home truths so he's ready for you.  I'm sure his body's
desperate for you already, but I need to make sure his mind is ready too.
Sunday morning make your play for him.  Now get out of that school uniform
and put on something to really turn him on....tight top to show off your
breasts and that tartan mini-skirt, the one with pleats.  It shows your
knickers every time you move: he'll love it!



   Both David and his mummy were felling randy after a week's absence but
they sat in the living room until Lorna would be well asleep....  he hoped.

   In a gap when the adverts were on he decided to bite the bullet.

   "Mummy."

   "Yes, David?"

   "There's something worrying me about Lorna.  She's taken to teasing me
something rotten.  For ever showing me her knickers and I'm sure it's
deliberate, and it's getting to me."

   "You men are so slow on the uptake.  She fancies you, David.  It's as
simple as that.  She wants you!  Look, David, Lorna and I had a long chat
last week and she's desperately in love with you, and really unhappy."

   "Nonsense, mummy!"

   "She lays awake at night masturbating as she listens to us....  the
walls are thin, David, and one night we left the bedroom door open and she
saw us."

   "Oh lord!"

   A double whammy that, his little girl wanking, and watching her daddy
and Gran....

   "Shit!  What were we doing?"

   "Just fucking, luckily, nothing kinky, and she thought it was beautiful,
lovely and exciting too, and she so wants some, David."

   "But she's my daughter!"

   "Never worries you with me: you fuck your mother and have done for
years." She giggled, "And all the variations too!  I don't know who's
wworse, you or me....."

   "She's too young in any case!"

   "How old were you, david, when you started with me?"

   He was silent.  His mummy had a case.

   "Anyway she's desperately in love with you, and I'm sure you want her as
much if not....."

   "Stop it, mummy.  I won't listen!"

   "You're going to listen to some home truths, David, and don't interrupt
me again."

   It was a tone of voice from his mother he had not heard since he was a
little boy, firm and almost angry.

   "I was about to say that you want her as much as she wants you: Lorna
says you keep getting a hard cock when you look at her, and can't take your
eyes off her tits unless it's to look at her bottom or pussy!  She wants
you and you want her and as far as I can see there's no reason you
shouldn't make each other happy instead of this wretched tension and
sadness.

   "She's young but sexually mature like you were at her age, and early sex
did not do you any harm: quite the opposite I should think.  And you
needn't imagine that a teenage girl's emotions are any less powerful than a
boy'S.  Hormones race and just as your cock was always hard back then, so
her pussy is always wet and ready for you!  You men imagine, some of you,
that teenage girls are pure and innocent: well, take it from me they are
not.  If anything they are even hornier than men, and they certainly feel
love for a man as strongly as any boy does for a girl.

   "So she's your daughter!  We're not talking about making babies here are
we....  you've fired blanks now for twenty years, darling, thank goodness.
Only good thing that bitch did for you, making you have a vasectomy!  No
we're talking pleasure, and making a lovely little girl happy, who is very
unhappy at the moment.  She was sobbing when we talked last week and that
broke my heart too.  As it would yours!  You've been happily fucking your
mother for twenty years now, so why not your daughter.  What's the
difference?

   "You want her, she wants you, and I just want both of you to be
fulfilled and happy.  So?"

   There was a long pause.

   "Well, mummy, put like that....."

   "So?"

   "You won't be jealous?"

   "I've made that clear already...."

   "I think I should make love to her then: you're right, I certainly want
to."

   "Great!  Just one thing though.  Play along with her secucing you and
let her take the initiative.  It will be so good for her confidence if she
seduces you rather than you seducing her.  She'll find a way to get you
into bed with her, Be patient."

   "I will, mummy, but just now I'm impatient!  Bed!"





   There was one thing Lorna had not told her Gran.  No, she had not
deliberately peeked when she saw them fucking, but she did deliberately
listen to them.  The idea had come from a detective story she had read. 
According to that if you held a wine-glass to the wall and put your ear to
it it acted like a microphone.  It worked!

   So Lorna listened as her daddy and Gran undressed and got into bed.

   Laying right against the wall she could use the dildo with one hand and
listen with the other!  It was informative........

   "Jeez!  I love your tits, mummy: they're still as firm and shapely as
when you first let me see and feel them.  Lorna's are nice and small too,
and I bet they're not less firm."

   "On top of me, David!  I want to feel your weight, dominate me.  It's
been a week and I'm so horny.  Oh yes!  Like that.  You like my tits,
David, but what you really want is hers, your daughter's.  Wouldn't you
just like to feel their roundness under than silky satin top, slide your
hand up under it and feel the warm smooth flesh and her hard little
nipples, slip the nightie off and see those teenage breasts, kiss and suck
the nipples, lick around her pretty little aureoles.....

   Lorna could hear her daddy groan as if almost in pain.

   "And her pussy!  slide your hand down the waistband of her panties to
feel the fine hair on her mound, and then down to her lips, slide a finger
between them and feel the wetness and her hard little nub....  Hear her
moans of pleasure as you gently slide your finger in and out...."

   "Oh don't.  mummy."

   The bed was really shaking now, the bed-springs singing and the
headboard knocking against the wall.  Lorna's dildo went in and out faster
and faster.  She twisted the end and the vibrator hummed.

   "And then on top of her, her arms around your back, her lips kissing
your chest, her legs around your bum, and your hard cock in her tight
pussy.....  Hearing her pleading for you to go faster, harder, feeling her
virgin cunt tighten on your cock, gripping it...."

   "Do't, mummy, please!"

   "Will you let me watch when you fuck her, David.  I'd like that.  Would
you like us both in bed with you?"

   "Oh, muumy!  I'm gonna cum!"

   "Cum, David.  Cum!  Imagine it's your daugher, your sweet little angel,
and cum!"

   In her solitary bed, Lorna came too, but happier now in the knowledge
she would have her daddy's loving soon, very soon.







   He had not expected to see Lorna again next evening, and was sitting in
his chair wondering whether to jerk off immediately or to shower, go to bed
and relieve his tension there!

   When Lorna scampered in.  Gone the cotton nightshirt!  Now she was
wearing a pastel-blue satin shorty nightdress with matching blue satin
thong.  The nightie was so short and the thong so tiny that her midriff and
most of her belly were naked, her navel almost winking at him as she
scampered in, her breasts making little tents in the silk.

   "I almost forgot my good-night kiss."

   She leaned over him and kissed him on his lips, a kiss that lasted just
that bit longer than most between father and daughter, was just that bit
firmer, and was on his lips and not his cheek as usual.  And!  And as she
did so her breast pressed against his shirt: he could feel the firmness and
even that the nipples were erect!

   But the moment passed.  Too quick!

   "Good night, Daddy."

   "Sleep tight, Angel!"

   As she scampered out her buttocks moved sexily, blue satin and white
flesh nearly dazzling him....

   His cock was hard and it would have been good to jerk off with images of
her sexy young body so clear in his mind, but his resolve not to was
strengthened by the knowledge, thanks to mummy's chat, that there was not
long to wait before the real thing.

   It would be worth waiting for.....

   To take his mind off his sexy daughter he tuned to the baseball match on
a sports channel and opened a good bottle of claret.





   His head was still not quite clear when he woke in the morning.

   Shit!  What hour was this.  Fuck!  Seven thirty, and Sunday too.  He was
about to turn over and cover his head when he heard:

   "Happy birthday, daddy."

   He sat up, and his daughter was standing there by the bed with a tray in
her hands.  He focussed his eyes on her.  It was the same blue satin
shortie nightie showing her lovely bare belly with its button that he had
so longed to lick!  A pretty little dimple that just invited the tip of a
tongue to explore its spice!  More to the point, her breasts pushed the
shiny silk forward in two captivating mounds.  Perhaps it was not too
dreadful to be woken up early!

   "Don't spill it.  I'll be right back!"

   As she put the tray down on the coverlet he could now see her panties.
Not those of last night, he decided, more like the ones with a lacey panel
at the front, more like the back panties that had obsessed him since he
glimpsed them a few evenings before.  That he had fantasised slipping his
hand into while fucking his mummy last time.....  He stared at her, and
again thought he could make out the shadow of her pudenda through the gaps
in the lace embroidery.  The panties were pulled up tight and the gusset
was creased in the shape of her cunt-lips, a pretty little purse.  His
temples throbbed, partly with his hangover but mainly with the excitement
of guessing this was to be the moment....

   Lorna saw har daddy staring at her bosom and then his eyes lowering to
her crotch, his gaze sort of hardening with that look men sometimes had
when she wore a tight top and mini-skirt in the Mall.  And it was all she
could do not to show her satisfaction.  She guessed, rightly, that his cock
would be stiff under that sheet, that he was naked, and that she would soon
be seeing it: feeling it.  The knowledge that a male was looking at her,
admiring her, lusting after her always made her clitty tingle, even if it
was a stranger in the shopping centre or at the Pool, but this was her
daddy, and she loved him, wanted him, would soon have him, and her clitty
was so alive.  Her panties would be soaking with her juices, she thought.

   The tray had coffee in cups, two croissants, butter, honey, but he had
eyes only for her pert little bottom as she skipped over to the window,
drew the curtains and was silhouetted against the sunlight that streamed
in. The tight blue satin stretched across her bottom hid little and was for
a confirmed pantie-fetishist like David nearly unsupportable.  Pretty satin
panties on a near-teenage beauty: paradise!  His cock was rock hard, making
him even forget he needed a piss!

   He suddenly realised he was naked under the bed-clothes, and pulled the
sheet up to ensure it covered his cock as he sat propped against the
pillow.

   Lorna was smiling as she climbed into bed with him, careful to steady
the tray and put it across both their laps.

   "This is a lovely surprise, my little angel...."

   She kissed him lightly, but on the lips not on the forehead or cheek as
she mostly did.  Her breast brushed his arm "accidentally" as she leaned
over him.

   "There's coffee for both of us, but I had my croissants early, before my
shower."

   Yes!  He could smell the lavender of her shower gel.....  and feel her
naked thigh against his.  He could think of better things to do than coffee
and croissants but no doubt about it they cleared his head and settled his
stomach.....  without doing anything about his pounding heart and stiff
cock.

   Finally she got up and took the tray over to the table, coming back to
stand by the bed.

   "What about my present, angel?"

   "Haven't you guessed, Daddy?"

   "?"

   "I'm your present!  Me!"

   With that she slipped the nightie over her head and held her breasts,
one in each hand, gently squeezing them.  The familiar tingle in her clit,
already stiff and excited since the moment she woke up.  She dropped her
hands.

   "There, daddy!  You've been looking at them for ages now but never
properly bare, not naked.  No bikini top, no nightie, just me!  That's part
of your present.....  Little girlie breasts for you!  Nice?"

   She knew her tits were good, even before Gran had told her how sexy they
were and how men, including her daddy, longed to see them and even more
feel them.

   Her daddy looked gob-smacked....

   She got back into bed again slipping her legs under the sheet, which was
tented now by his rampant cock.  Her smooth leg slid along his hairy thigh
before coming to rest pressed hard against it.

   "You're allowed to touch, daddy." She giggled and took his hand in hers,
placing it round her shoulder and onto her breast.  He cupped it with his
hand, stroked it, squeezed it a bit, felt the nipple between his finger and
thumb.  Her clitoris was demanding attention, but she resisted the
temptation to finger it: she would have the real thing very soon....

   She lay propped against the bed-head beside him but deliberately cupped
her hands behind her head to make her breasts stand even prouder as her
daddy, at long last, had both of them under his palms, stroking, gently
squeezing, rolling the still-tiny nipples between fingers and thumbs,
telling her how lovely she was and how he had wanted this for so long.

   Her clit was really awake now, and especially when, greatly daring, he
leaned forward to kiss one silky breast, lick around the pinky-brown
aureole and then take the nipple into his mouth, sucking at it.  She held
his head in both hands, ruffling her fingers through his wirey hair, so
unlike her own fine, silky locks.  But so sexy!

   "That's so good, daddy.  I've dreamed about this."

   "Me,too, sweetie."

   Her hand was now on his chest, first combing his body hair with soft,
little fingers, and now stroking down over his belly.

   "You're so lovely and hairy, daddy.  And I'm so smooth.....'

   Her daddy was still sucking and kissing her tits, but she took his hand
and placed it on her belly, under the sheets.

   "Feel how smooth...."

   As he stroked her he felt her fist close around his cock.  He dared now!
He slipped his hand down the waistband of her panties and found the
roundness of her mound and felt the fine hair.  It would be raven-black, he
thought, like her shoulder-length, shining hair.  His women had all been
blondes.  He remembered how his mummy had excited him two nights before,
talking to him about feeling down into Lorna's panties.  And now it was for
real!  He was glad he had not jerked off last night: there would be no need
for viagra today!

   With a sudden gesture his daughter pulled at the sheet and threw it off
the bed, on top of her discarded nightie.

   David could see his hand through the lacy panel of her panties, and see
his fingers reach further down to touch her plump cunt-lips, open them and
feel the wetness of her arousal.  Her clitoris was a hard little nub, and
he knew what that meant: she was as horny as her daddy!  Her hand gripped
his cock tighter to show she approved of his venture.  He slipped a finger
into her vagina, muscled, smooth and tight.  It gripped the invasive
finger, released it, and gripped again, promising real pleasure when it was
his cock!

   Not long now......

   "Oh yes!  Pull them off, daddy.  you've been trying to see for weeks and
now you can.  Take my panties off....'

   She lifted her bottom and he drew them down over her thighs, she
finished the job by kicking them off her ankles, and opening her legs
slightly, just enough to show him her pubes properly, but not enough to be
wide open like those magazines daddy kept under his bed!

   Her mound swelled rounded under her nearly flat belly and had a fleece
of very fine black hair: he was surprised it was not curly, like the few
other women he had fucked, but so fine and silky, finer even than her raven
locks.  Her cunt-lips were still hairless: she was only twelve, he thought,
despite her randiness.  But they were fuller, plumper than when he had last
seen them, the last time he bathed her those years earlier, and where he
had been fingering they were slightly open and glistened with the wetness
he had found there.

   "You're lovely, Lorna, and sooo sexy..."

   "I knew you wanted to se me like this, daddy!"

   "Was I so obvious?"

   "Yes!  And I loved it!  And it made me want to see you naked too! 
You're so handsome, and so manly.  Especially this."

   She giggled, little girl for just a moment, as she gently ran her hand
down his cock, reached his balls, cupped them in her palm and fingers,
gently squeezed, and then gripped his cock again.  Precum dribbled onto her
fingers.....

   "Fuck me, daddy, please.  I've wanted it so much, and that's your real
birthday present!"

   "You'd better lay on top of me, my angel: I'm heavy!"

   "No!  I want to feel your weight on top of me, like you do with Gran."

   Her breasts pressed into his chest, her arms around his back, her legs
open under him as he felt beneath and held his cock so it rubbed up and
down her cunt, inside the lips.  He fouund where he thought the vagina
opening must be and rested his knob there, supporting himself on his
elbows. He pushed, but it was unyielding.  He moved just a bit higher and
pushed again.  This time he felt his knob enter and heard her little
squeak.

   "Ok?"

   "Mmmm."

   He pushed again and his cock slid in until his body touched her fleece.
She was tight and her vagina gripped him just as it had held his probing
finger earlier.

   He slowly pulled back and just as gently pushed in again.  Now he was
fucking, fucking his teenage daugher (was twelve a teen?), fucking the
sweetest little angel ever, fucking as he had fantasised so often over the
past few days.  Jeez it felt good!

   "I won't break, Daddy.  Fuck me harder!  Fuck me like I've seen you fuck
your mummy; make me grunt like you make her grunt!"

   He was dimly aware of fingernails scoring his back, teeth biting his
shoulder, but mostly that lovely body under his weight, slender except for
the mounds of her breasts, mostly that tight, virgin cunt gripping his cock
as he rammed it into her as hard as she demanded.  He had wanted to save
his orgasm, to delay it and bring her to a second crisis, but the sound of
her grunts and squeals of delight, the gripping of her vagina made it
impossible.  He came at the same time as Lorna, pumping his cum deep inside
her.





   They lay silent for minutes, both astounded at the pleasure of
fulfillment, but also perhaps surprised at the enormity of what had
happened.  incest!  Under-age sex!  A pedo in fact and not only in fantasy!
Her daddy her lover!

   And for David there was a real after-glow of good sex.  No guilt.  No
shame.  It was so right and his little poppet's delight so obvious.  This
felt right.  Was right.  His mummy had been so right, so wise to tell him
to give his daughter what she needed.  And to take from her what he so
desperately wanted.

   Finally her cunt expelled his now-limp cock and he rolled off her.  He
lay beside her, his arm still round her and his hand gently cupping her
breast.

   "That was soooo good, daddy.  I so wanted it."

   "Me too!  But what I want now is a piss...."

   He got up from the bed and almost ran to the bathroom.  Surprisingly she
followed and even more surprisingly stood beside him, holding his cock in
her small hand as he pissed into the bowl.

   Normally he would have been arid, embarassed and unable to piss.  Jeez!
He even found it difficult to piss in the urinal if a guy was standing at
the next one.  But he found he was desperate to piss!

   "Cor!  So much"

   She giggled as she shook the last drops from her new toy.

   "And look what's running down my leg.  You must have had lots of that
too."

   She wiped the cum from her thigh and pulled him back to the bed.

   "Nobody's ever done that to me before, I mean held my cock while I'm
pissing!  Real kinky!"

   She giggled.  And then more seriously....

   "I want to be real kinky, daddy, to do everything and more!  Can we be
kinky?"

   "Sure, poppet!  As kinky as you want.  Your Gran is real kinky and so am
I.  She'll tell you all about kinky sex if you ask her....."

   "Can I come to bed with you tonight, daddy.  Gran's coming round so
she'll be there too."

   "I know your Gran would like that."

   "Hooray!"



   They lay side-by-side, she chattering, he silent.

   His cock was limp and shrunken.  she looked at it and thought it looked
so vulnerable and pretty, so unlike its masculine and virile pride of a few
minutes earlier.  It still glistened with her wetness and his cum.  She
leaned over and kissed the knob.  The cock twitched.  Perhaps if she sucked
it it would come alive again?

   She could easily get all of it in her mouth and it tasted of her and of
him.  As she sucked and tickled it with her tongue it grew again until,
half-hard it was too big for her mouth Now she held it in one hand and
bobbed her mouth up and down on it, letting it slide between her lips.  she
held his balls quite tightly with the other hand.  The cock was hard again
now!

   "That's good!  Turn round and kneeel over me so I can too...."

   This was the view he had been tempted with all week, but no panties now,
and inches from his face.  He could even smell the scent of her arousal and
see the near-hairless cunt-lips glistening, some of it his cum he realised
with a happy smile.  He reache and folded a pillow in half and pushed it
behind his head.  Now that so-desired pussy was a scant inch from his lips.

   She was now bobbing up and down on his cock.  Untaught, there must be
some deep instinct if girls at the tender age of twelve know how to
pleasure a man with lips, mouth and tongue!

   He spread her buttocks and there was her pretty little anus.  He just
had to!  He kissed it.  One day soon he promised himself, but just now...

   He cunt lips were plump and still a bit open from the earlier fuck as he
slipped his tongue between them.  He felt the urgency of her cock-sucking
increase as her excitement built.

   Her clitoris was already erect, a hard little nub in the silky crease.
He clamped his mouth over her full open cunt and licked in a figure of
weight around her clit, sometimes stopping to nibble it, pulling at it with
his lips till it slipped from them.  He pulled his head back to look again
at the little purse of pink lips and the startling scarlet of the inner
lips: she leaned back on him so his mouth was again over her cunt.

   "Don't stop!"

   This time there was method in his sucking, round and round her clit,
suck her clit, now tongue up her crease and right into her vagina as far as
his pointed tongue could reach, feeling the smooth walls, and then the
whole series again.  Her juices ran down his chin and the air was filled
with the heady scent of a teeenage girl in heat.

   She had stopped sucking, his knob still in her mouth but she had
forgotten now to bob up and down on him.

   He could feel her excitement rising and with one hand on each
almost-boyish buttock he pulled them apart so he could get even more of her
sweet cunt.

   She was almost there.  his cock slipped from her lips as she gasped her
pleasure, little grunts and sqeaks and panting breath, and finally a shout
of joy as she came.



   "Now, daddy!  Please!"

   "You ride me this time, angel, turn round and sit on my cock!"



   Her eyes shone!  The eagerness with which the girl got astride him
excited her daddy.  She knew exactly what to do and it came to him that she
must have seen his mummy do this for him when she "accidentally" watched
them fucking.

   All for the best, he thought, as she reached beneath her bum and grasped
his cock, holding it upright as she sank down on it till her buttocks
rested on him and his cock was again completely inside her wet, warm, tight
honey-pot.

   A second's pause and she was fucking him, his hands under her buttocks
helping with each rise and enjoying the feel of her firm flesh each fall.

   His eyes were glued on her tits....  as usual!  So firm they did not
move as even his mother's breasts did when she fucked him like this.  The
nipples stood pointing out left and right as if invisible threads were
pulling them.  She had her hands on her hips, but she raised her arms to
clear her long black hair from her face and then clasped her hands behind
her head.

   He realised that this athletic and eager girl did not need his helpful
hands beneath her buttocks, and as she fucked him, hands behind her head,
her tits pushed forward enticingly.  He reached up, both hands and grasped
them.

   The reward was not only to feel again those pert teenage bosoms, but to
see his hands on them, stroking and squeezing, memories of which would last
a lifetime.  And it seemed his caresses were encouraging the girl to even
more vigorous fucking.  She bounced up and down on him, and although she
was really wet and juicy he could feel her vagina gripping his cock.

   Faster and faster.  It would not be long now and he hoped he could
control himself so he did not cum first.

   He closed his eyes.  Perhaps that would help!

   Then she made the first of those grunts coinciding with each downward
movement and he knew his relief was close as her orgasm began.

   He opened his eyes, still clutching her tits, to see a look of
concentration on her face, biting her lips, and then the cry of "Yes!"

   He allowed his own orgasm to build....  arse, balls, cock as it uncurled
and then his own "Yes!" as he pumped his cum into her.....





   "That was best yet, daddy.  Is that kinky?"

   "No, poppet.  Everyone does it that way sometimes."

   "I'd like to suck Gran off like you did me.  And better still, have you
do me from behind, kneeling while I suck her...."

   "Now that is a bit kinky!  She'll love that and so will I."

   "I'll wear my new see-through black nylon nightie, Gran bought me.  You
haven't seen anything till you see that.  It's strapless....  only my tits
hold it up."

   "Looking forward to it, angel.  though I expect my mummy and me will
soon have it off you....."



   He lay back, satisfied.  Soon they would shower tgether and he would
soap her tits, cute bottom, cunt-lips, anus with his hands.  Life was good,
and there were years of hot, forbidden and kinky sex to look forward to. 
The girl was so randy she would agree to anything, nothing would shock her.
He and his mother would give her the best sex education a girl could
get....

   Incest!  Paradise!



   FIN for now