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(MF, inc, rom) *** I watched my daughter walking back across the sands to me. In fact I watched all the men of the beach watching her. The image of her mother at that age (her mother had died 2 years later of cancer -18 years ago ), she was wearing a loose floral blouse and a three quarter length skirt buttoned up the front that was undone to just below the top of the thighs. As she strode across the beach, dreamily oblivious to everything around her, her long, gorgeous legs broke through the gap in the skirt and almost exposed her pants. Almost, but not quite! I was reminded of a picture I had once had above my bed of Sophia Loren, who, in the days of Bardot and Monroe and the like, had been, in fact still was, my favourite pin up! The picture depicted Sophia leaning against a wall, similarly dressed, her lips open and one leg thrusting out of her skirt. I suddenly realised how physically like Sophia Jane was, and so also had her mother been. Had my choice of bride been influenced by my choice of pin up? Perhaps it was, but I hadn't realised it previously. I suddenly noticed that the sight of the lovely woman approaching me, together with the thoughts of Sophia, and of my late wife had caused a lump in my shorts as well as in my throat. I quickly sat up and drew my knees up to my chest to hide my embarrassment. Mind you, from the gazes of the other men watching Jane, I guess I wasn't the only erection on the sands! As Jane stooped to kneel down in front of me, her skirt rode up slightly and revealed that she was not wearing panties! Wow! Then she leaned forward and gave me a kiss, pushing me flat and tickling me at the same time. We had a good relationship; we teased each other constantly, could talk to each other about anything and had been very close since my wife died. "What's up Dad?" she asked. "You look a little flushed." "I've just had a glimpse of part of you I haven't seen since you were 3 or 4 years old!" I replied. Then she saw why I had been sitting as I was. "Daddy!" she exclaimed. "I'm your daughter!" "But you looked so like your mother coming up the beach, and I rather think that if you had noticed the looks of most of the men watching you, you would probably find I'm not alone in my thoughts! So now leave me alone to think about paint drying!" Jane blushed exquisitely and asked for a drink. I passed her a cold juice from the cool box and took one myself. I had to do something, her kiss and tickling had almost brought me to an orgasm and I was fighting to control my feelings. This was my eldest daughter I was aroused over (Jane had a younger sister and brother), and I was most certainly not brought up to think like that! "What's Roger up to?" I asked. "He's looking for things to photo and collecting sea urchins, so I thought I'd join you!" Jane announced. I've had Jane and her husband coming to stay several times a year. Of course, the nearby beach helped influence their visit, but now that her boys were in their late teens it was normally just Jane and Roger. That night, my mind full of thoughts fantasizing in a mix up of my late wife, daughter and Sophia Loren I found it difficult to sleep. Mind you, after downing about 8 cans of beer during the evening, Roger's snoring the other side of the bedroom wall didn't help either. At about 1.30 am I threw a light robe on and went downstairs to put the kettle on. Just as I poured a cup of tea Jane appeared wearing a 'baby doll' short nightie and asked me to make her a cuppa as well. "Couldn't you sleep either then?" I asked. "I'm wondering why the neighbours haven't called in the noise abatement people," she replied. "After the amount he's drunk today he'll be comatose till noon!" We carried our drinks into the lounge. "Is he a heavy drinker?" I asked. "Not normally, but once in a while, mainly at weekends, he goes into binge mode. It's been pretty stressful at work lately, lots of overtime and little family time!" I sat on the sofa and Jane swung her feet up beside her and curled into my arm pit, a pose she had adopted since early childhood. There is always comfort in the familiar. I dropped my hand onto her waist as she snuggled deeper, her nightie riding up and once again revealing a lack of underwear. She started playing with my fingers and then suddenly lifted my hand to her mouth, brushing it against her breast as she did so and I briefly felt the hardness of her protruding nipple against my palm. She kissed my wrist. "I love you Daddy." Then she proceeded to suck and nibble my fingers one by one. "I love you too, my darling," I murmured as I felt myself hardening under the robe. What I hadn't realised was that the robe had fallen open and my erection was exposed to view. Suddenly Jane swung round to face me and kissed me hard on the lips. I automatically responded, returning her kiss just as ardently. She thrust her tongue into my mouth and twirled it around my own. Again my response was automatic and I couldn't resist thrusting my tongue in between her lips. I felt Jane's hand fasten around the base of my penis and, pulling my face from hers, exclaimed "Darling, I'm your father!" But even as I said it Jane swung round off the sofa and silenced me by surrounding my throbbing manhood with her soft lips, swallowing me entirely. I reached out with both hands and started stroking her head and face, moaning as I did so. It had been a long time since I had been with a woman and this "Flesh of my Flesh" was beautiful, obviously experienced in giving blow jobs and causing sensations I didn't know existed. "I'm cumming!!" I cried as the sweet pressure on my engorged member took control. Jane thrust her mouth to my balls, and started gently squeezing and massaging them. Unable to draw back I just let my sperm eject into her mouth and throat – which was apparently what Jane wanted as she swallowed it all and then started licking me clean. When she was satisfied with my cleanliness she climbed onto my lap and gave me a long, tongues enjoined kiss allowing me to savour the taste of me on her. I lifted Jane off me and laid her on the sofa. "Your turn" I said as I pulled the nightie up and over her head exposing her completely to my view. All thoughts of guilt and incest had completely left me. I desperately wanted this woman and she wanted me. Kneeling in front of my eldest child I started caressing and kissing the toes of her exquisite feet. First the right and then the left, massaging with my hands and pulling gently with my mouth on individual toes. From her toes I moved onto the soles of her feet, massaging and kissing, one then the other. Slowly I moved up to her calves, her knees, the inside of her thighs, ever closer to that soft furry garden of paradise at their join. I could see the moisture on her lower lips – just as her mother used to be, she was ready long before I approached the epicentre of her being. I licked the flowing juices from her dampened hair, tasting the sharp sweetness that so quickly brought back the memories of her mother's sweetness. Already awakened, the lump of her clitoris caught the attention of my tongue, and I sucked and played it with my mouth, knowing that her orgasm was close. I gently inserted a finger into her waiting cunt and moved it slowly around, feeling the sides of the cave surrounding it. Her muscles clenched, a moan escaped her lips and her body shook with rapture as wave after wave of reaction to my attentions racked through her. "Oh, Daddy!" she screamed. "Fuck me now, I need you now!" I moved her into a lying position on the sofa, aware that my ministrations to Jane had revived my own desires, and I was so very ready to grant her wishes. I stretched out along her body, my chest resting upon her hard, prominent nipples, and my cock resting along her thighs, gently pressing against her labia. Not wanting to hurry the experience that we were about to enjoy, I pushed cautiously into the awaiting lips, feeling her muscles clench and relax around me as I reached further and further into the warmth that was my daughter. Pulling out almost completely, I then thrust urgently in, till the full length of me was encompassed. Jane moaned and responded by raising her hips and pushing against me until I could feel my balls hitting the soft flesh at the top of her thighs. I bent my head and took a nipple in my teeth, sucking and cautiously nibbling at the aroused knob. Jane's body started to react as I sensed a second orgasm rising within her. I altered my tempo, all the way in, almost all the way out to meet her rhythms, knowing that as I had recently cum, I would last some time. Again her orgasm flooded through her and I slowed my pace to relax her again. For some minutes we gently enjoyed mutual sensations as our bodies combined to give us both pleasure. I felt myself start to respond to the muscle motions with which my daughter was treating my cock, and again raised the pace to encourage yet another orgasm for her. Together we climbed towards the peak, encouraging each other with endearments and caresses and ever increasing thrusting of our bodies in urgent passion. Together we reached a climax that was mind blowing and exciting and exhausting and beautiful. Together our juices exploded into a fusion of oneness that caused sensations too wonderful to express. We relaxed in each others arms, still enjoined, loving each other in a closeness that far exceeded the love of father and daughter, yet one that seemed as natural and right as anything – two souls that were always meant to be thus entwined. When I had shrivelled and left the warmth of my daughter's vagina, I went down and licked, kissed and cleaned away our combined fluids. Then I kissed her on the mouth deeply, the sweetness of our combined juices shared between us. Jane then pushed me off her and then started licking and sucking me clean. A labour of such intimacy and love that was beautiful in every aspect. We cuddled and kissed for some time until, drowsily we wandered off to our own beds to sleep regardless of the sonorous snores Roger was still filling the house with! Over the next few months we established a routine. Jane would visit once a month, ostensibly to provide me with a freezer full of home made meals! She'd expressed horror at my store of ready cooked 'meal for one' dishes, and this provided the perfect excuse for her to come over one afternoon, spend the next day shopping and cooking and then return home the following day. Of course, meal preparation wasn't the only way we spent our time together, and we slept the two nights in each other's arms, enjoying an intimate closeness that many would envy. That all started two years ago, and since then I had set up an encrypted, private network that meant we could communicate over the internet as often as we wished, both visually and audibly without concerns about others impeding on our connection. It was almost midnight and we were enjoying an in family joke. My mother had always complained that I had deliberately waited until 10 past midnight on her birthday to be born! It meant she only got one day of celebrations instead of two! In a few minutes I would be 70, and starting the day alone. Jane was the lead soprano in the local choral society, and this evening had been a major concert engagement. She had since showered and relaxed, Roger had gone to bed and my so beautiful daughter was sitting in front of her web cam dressed in a thick fluffy white wrap exposing the curve of her gorgeous breasts while I was sitting in just a thin robe. I'll be over in the evening" Jane announced, "but you should get your present before then!" The clock struck midnight and I heard a key open the front door. "In fact, that's probably it now" Jane explained. Only she and her sister Ruth had keys to my home and my concerns departed as Ruth came in wearing a ¾ length coat. Ruth takes after me and is a tall, willowy natural blonde. She and Jane have very few secrets between them. "Happy Birthday Daddy!" they both shouted as Ruth threw open her coat revealing herself to be dressed in just a black lacy bra, lacy black pants and suspenders supporting sheer, black stockings. My mind and eyes popped as my cock swelled to maximum erection. "I thought it was about time Ruth grew to know her Daddy as well as I do," Jane explained as she signed off saying she would join us both later. This is one father truly blessed with the love of his daughters, and it would seem that they too count their blessings. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 60