I awoke the next morning, almost afraid to open my eyes for fear that everything that I remembered had only occurred in my mind. I became aware that my cock was throbbing and sandwiched between hot flesh. I leaned forward, eyes still closed, and breathed in the heady aroma of my daughter's long blonde locks. It was real. She stirred slightly, burying my cock deeper in the cleft of her firm ass cheeks. The phone suddenly trilled, violently breaking the makings of a Hallmark moment...well, an incestuous Hallmark for pedophiles at least. I rolled over, grudgingly giving up my "pole position" to answer the fucking phone. My wife's voice crackled from the other end and I froze. For some reason, I thought that I was busted. Either she was coming home early or one of the neighbors had seen something...I don't know....something had to go wrong because this was all too perfect. Rachel told me they had pulled into New Orleans just an hour or so before and gotten some breakfast on the outskirts of town. I breathed a sigh of relief and opened my eyes, only to be captivated by my daughter's own eyes looking up at me as she sprawled seductively on the bed. I mouthed to her that it was her mom on the phone and to be quiet. A Cheshire smile crept across her face as she got on all four to approach me. I knew what was coming and my eyes went wide as I tried to stifle the giggles.

Rachel droned on and on about every detail of her journey as Sarah wrapped her mouth around my aching, rigid tool. The pleasure/pain was extraordinary. My cock was so raw from the recent activity it had been forced to partake in and the sheer tightness of my daughter's sweet, sweet pussy, that I swear I could feel every taste bud on Sarah's tongue as it lovingly laved my cock and balls. Sarah quickly engulfed my cock with her whole mouth, driving it deep into her throat. I could not control myself and let out a shuddering moan. Rachel asked me what I had said and I stammered "Nothing, dear!" as I could feel Sarah's breath snort from her nostrils in an evil chuckle. Rachel asked what I had been doing and whether Sarah had spent the night at her friends, and on and on. I told her I had just watched some television show last night and went to bed early. She said that I was probably just tired from work or maybe coming down with something. I said I felt that I was definitely coming...as I felt my cock swell in my baby girl's throat...down with something. She asked to talk to Sarah and I said she's have to wait because she had a mouth full. "Oh, you guy's are having breakfast?", Rachel asked, unknowingly. As jet after jet of my cum streamed down my child's throat, I said that Sarah was just chugging down a protein shake and would get the phone if she didn't choke first. "Oh.", was all Rachel said as Sarah pulled her mouth free from my cock, catching the next load across her face. Sarah was just cracking up as she grasped my still squirting cock in one hand and took the receiver with her other. I heard my wife's shrill, baby voice as she greeted Sarah and Sarah manipulated my climaxing cock, roughly stroking it, smearing my cum all over, lubricating it further. I heard her say, yes mom, to some unknown questions and then she said she was trying to eat healthier and the protein shakes helped. As my dick started softening, she said yes, that she had even been considering giving up meat...as she said this, she gave me an evil glare and twisted my cock almost painfully. Sarah asked if she wanted to talk to me again and I could clearly hear her say no, that she'd call back in a few days to see how things were going.

They said their good-byes and my daughter hung up the phone as she knelt on the bed, suddenly attacking my mouth with her own bee stung lips. I could taste my own cum as Sarah drove her tongue aggressively in and out of my mouth. My hands were all up and down her firm, nubile body and her legs splayed wide to give me access to her warm, wet gifts. She abruptly pulled back and stared into my eyes with a hunger and passion I had not experienced since I was a teenager myself. She ground her mons roughly against the palm of my hand, her clit scraping against the heel of it. She breathlessly told me that she didn't want this to end, that this is what she had been yearning for, for a man that knew her, that could fill her and satisfy and make her feel protected and vulnerable all at once. She wanted her daddy. She arched backward as she came and kept hoarsely whispering that she loved me, she loved me, "I love you daddy!" I looked down at her taut form, every muscle stood out in stark relief, her bare pussy so reddened and swollen from the abuses of passion it had been receiving, the sopping wet lips and throbbing clit begging for more. I could not believe that I was hard once again and I pulled my baby's legs forward and held her ankles high in the air as I drove my sensitive cock deep within her folds, driving it to the hilt in once thrust. My balls slapped against her ass and she dug her nails into my flanks as she came and came again. I could barely hold off, feeling her tiny cunt, my child's drenched pussy, as it gripping my manhood in climactic spasms. I bore into her over and over, squeezing her tits, marveling at the firmness of the flesh. Her nipples stood out, turgid and raw, aching to be pinched and pulled. Sarah's whole body was in motion as she bucked her hips upwards to accept as much cock as she could get. She pushed my hands out of the way and pulled her nipples so violently and so fervently, her whole upper body rolling to embrace the pain she was pleasuring it with. Her mouth was a perfect bow and her tongue danced as if tasting forbidden flesh, darting out and licking her flushed lips. I felt my balls tighten up and I knew that I could hold back no longer. I filled my baby girls womb with as much cum was left within me, trying to spray it as deeply within her as possible, feeling the head of my cock being met with the soft membrane of her tiny womb. We convulsed and screamed and collapsed in each other's arms, rolling off to fall into a deep sleep, held within our perfect love.

We both awoke almost simultaneously late in the afternoon. We showered and tried not to do anything that were inevitably lead to sex. It was hard not to get hard. She washed me up and I her as we giggled and laughed over the conversation with her mom earlier. Sarah suddenly asked me why I was with her mom. I answered, somewhat automatically, that I loved her mom. Sarah just went back to toweling herself off with a slight sneer imprinted on her face. I sputtered and stuttered about how her mom really wasn't all that bad and she did love me in her own retarded way and....the more I tried to convince Sarah, the less I convinced myself. "I don't know" is what I had to finally admit. I don't know. Rachel used to be fun and vibrant and sexual and everything I was looking for in a...she was exactly what Sarah was now...there's an epiphany...I'm falling in love with what I had fallen in love with so many years ago. I hadn't realized that I had been standing there, staring vacuously at the mirror for some time, like I was struck stupid. Sarah jerked me back into the now by saying what I was fearing myself..."You're falling in love with me, aren't you?" Again I did my best impression of a stuttering freak with Tourette's Syndrome and babbled incoherently until Sarah silenced me with a light kiss. "I'm in love with you.", is all she said but she had stated everything...everything that I felt, everything that had been missing out of my life, stolen, really. I hate to admit this, although I have divulged all of my twisted little fantasies to you and you have "seen" me without any clothes on, this time, as I was standing there being held by my daughter, I was truly naked. I broke down and we both cried. We cried for the final admission that my marriage was a sham, a failure. We cried for the long road that Sarah still faced, all the pain and pitfalls that she had to endure along with the rest of the human race. Most of all, we cried for this one true love, this pure gift that we were shown, only to realize that it could never be. As our tears subsided and we composed ourselves once again.,We decided to enjoy what we had and to take everything as it comes. We would deal with the pain when it comes, but until that time, we had each other.

We decided that we were both far too tired and lazy to actually cook something, but we were both famished because of our recent vigorous activities. All our appetites needed to be fed, one way or another. We decided to go to this little Italian bistro, Franco's Ristorante, downtown. It was a place that Sarah and I found one day after Christmas shopping some six or seven years ago. It became our little secret. It was the place that I would take her for little celebrations, like when she got her first gallery showing and she even treated one time when she sold her very first piece of work. Sarah dressed in a thin, paisley summer dress and low heels, pink lip gloss sending shimmering glints of light from her lips. She was so fresh and bright. Maybe that's what the attraction of younger women is; the freshness. The clean face, free of worry and regret. The optimistic outlook, not knowing that the hammer will eventually fall. Well, tonight, and hopefully until the rest of the family comes home, I can pretend that I am young and hopeful once again. Sarah took my arm and I led her to the car, heading out for a "date" with my one, truly innocent love.

We laughed and played the music way too loud and meandered to the bistro in a slow languorous way, arriving shortly after seven. Franco himself was there and greeted us as we were seated. Franco was a gregarious gentleman who recognized almost all of his customers and would fall into conversation with them as if they had just been there an hour ago. He especially fawned over Sarah and shook a finger at me, telling me I had best take care of such a precious girl. He kissed her on the forehead and shouted out some Italian word that I was not familiar with and headed back for the kitchen, grinning from ear to ear. Sarah giggled and blushed as she picked up the menu. We looked through the menu studiously, comparing the items, dish by dish before deciding on getting what we always got when we came here. We laughed at our own stupidity and were interrupted by our server bearing a tray. She set down two plates in front of each of us and one larger plate directly in the middle of the table. She said it was compliments of Franco, a dish of foccacia bread. She took our drink order and I served Sarah a slice of the tomato, basil, olive and cheese covered bread. Franco's voice boomed from behind me, almost causing me to drop my own slice. He said something that froze both Sarah and I, then it made us break out into a guilty laughter. He said that if he did not know any better, he's guess that we were out on a date. Sarah's cheeks flushed and burned as she laughed raucously. I recovered and told Franco that it was a date, of sorts, that Sarah had just completed this year's schooling with impressive grades and she was already accepted into a fairly prestigious art school in New England. Franco just laughed and it became evident that a he had imbibed a lot of the wine intended for his culinary works. He slapped me on the back and asked if we knew what we wanted to eat. I told him the order and he snapped his fingers, summoning the server laden with all the food I had just requested. Franco just laughed and said we were just too predictable and that we really should try and be more adventuresome, to which we fell into our guilty laughter once again.

We relished our dinner, savoring the wonderful Italian sausage and garlic bejeweled pasta, coated with seasoned olive oil. I allowed Sarah a glass of wine, then another at her urging. She was a woman now after all. She conversed so intelligently, able to leap from one subject to another, drawing the topics together with an amazing eloquence. She had me enraptured. The bistro was semi-empty when Sarah brought everything back to an animalistic turn with just one small sentence. She leaned over the table towards me, allowing me a aching glimpse of her firm breasts, whispering "I'm not wearing any panties." My cock got half hard in a second and fully hard shortly thereafter. She got up and sauntered coquettishly to the restrooms. When she was in the small hallway that led to them, she twirled like a dancer, her little dress flaring out so high, I could even see the bottom arc of her tits. Her ass was so athletic and plump, with two slightly concave areas above each ass cheek. Her pussy lips were still swollen and blush. I could even see her swollen clit, gleaming with moisture in the subdued light, like a pink pearl. She stopped, a little off balance from the wine and looked at me with such a playful stare, I just melted. She lifted her dress to her waist with one hand while she trailed her other fingers loosely through her dampening fold. She brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them, swirling them deeply within her glossy lips. Then she turned on her heel and went to the bathroom. I don't know if I'll live through this whole ordeal, but with St. Viagra as my witness, I will die happily trying.