The house was completely silent: everyone was in bed and fast asleep. John had no intention of arousing anyone. He tread softly as he traversed the old wooden floors of the living and dining areas. In the kitchen he slowly poured a glass of water to replenish himself before returning to his bedroom.

At the top of the staircase he noticed a dim light creeping through the slightly opened door of his daughter’s room. John continued his covert movement as he approached the door: if she had left the television on and fallen asleep he did not want to awaken her. His eyes pierced through in search of any life. As expected, the television was on; however, its contents were beyond shocking.

On the bed was his daughter: clearly awake and very active. She was fully under the duvet with her legs bent-up and her hands nowhere to be seen. The television was beaming out, with no sound, the alluring pleasures of a mature man fucking a teenage girl.

From John’s position there was seemingly no danger of being detected – and he knew it. His daughter was stroking what he could only imagine to be the sweetest, tightest, most delicate pussy one could hope to see. However, this was his daughter. Could he stand there, uninvited, and against all his assumed morality, watch his daughter during such a private episode. He had never before contemplated his family in a sexual setting, but witnessing such an event was quickly warping his mind.

John’s cock was now fully enticed. He could feel it trying to tear away at the seams of the repressive fabric that was stopping it from being exposed to this glorious situation. The feeling of his cock, begging to be stroked, was killing John. If he let it out and played with it as furiously as he wanted then Amy would certainly discover her peeping father. He knew, at this moment, the risk was too great.

Amy, all throughout this situation, was very quiet. She had learned, from many years of experience, to keep her lone sexual adventures below a decibel level that would go undetected. Her movements were short and reserved, while her moans were soft. However, this time, things were a little more enthused.

The porn was merely a warm-up to the main event in her mind. She was imagining the conquest of her dreams: sucking his thick, juicy cock then having it slam between her legs. With every thrust of his member, her fingers mimicked the motion as they voyaged to the furthest, most unused regions of her pussy. The river of juices flowing from her cunt were soaking her clean sheets, while her body writhed in the ecstasy of her climax.

“Dad!” she let out.

He hurried away in a less thoughtful manner as panic gripped his body. If his daughter had discovered his perverted antics he would be in serious trouble. He had no intention of ruining his relationship with his daughter. As he lay in bed, he tried desperately to vacate the sights and sounds of his little daughter masturbating from his mind.

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The next day John and his wife were on the sofa reading the newspapers. He tried in vein to concentrate on the serious journalism within: all that resided in his head were the incestuous dreams of his daughter and the appropriate amount of guilt; also, the fear of losing his daughter.

Soon after, Amy emerged from her bedroom. She looked energetic and ready for the day; there wasn’t the slightest hint of anger on her face…much to the relief of John.

“Now that you’re up, you should show your father what you got for the summer” exclaimed her mother.

Without any retort, she rose to her feet and darted off with an energy that was clearly visible. Within one minute she had returned.

“What do you think?” Amy asked in an innocent voice.

John was in as much amazement as last night. His daughter stood before him wearing items of clothing as unreserved as last night. Her petite frame was being guarded by appallingly underequipped pieces of string that, in conjunction with last night, were quickly destroying his perception of her innocence.

However, for all his fatherly objections, he couldn’t help but be fully enticed by what he was beholding. Her athletic beauty was a throw back to her mother’s early days. She had an expertly toned figure: from her smooth, unfaltering legs; to her warm, desperate thighs; all the way to her soft, flat stomach.

As she turned, John was then privy to an asset of remarkable sculpting. Behind the layer of white fabric was her silky, rounded bum riding high in the air. The shape was undeniably breathtaking and dangerously cock-awakening.

The milky, unblemished, majesty of her posterior, however, could only be matched by the beautiful, petite, firm breasts occupying the space above her sexy stomach. As he gazed to the higher regions of her body, he could see the slightest hint of her delicately pink areolas peeking around the side of her top.

Finally, Amy’s pretty face, with her piercing eyes and luxurious lips, brought together, what was all of a sudden, the sexiest female in the world to John. It was almost frightening how sexually responsive he was to his daughter.

“He’s stunned” his wife exclaimed.

Amy began to stare, in a deep and seemingly fascinated manner, into the eyes of her still astounded father. He looked back with a face of approval: not only of the outfit, but of her sudden sexual prowess. John was attempting to, in a subtle manner, assure Amy that future outbursts of her beauty would be welcomed. Between the realisations that Amy had screamed out his name while masturbating, not in surprise but in ecstasy; and her desire to show off her body, he knew that she was dealing with some incestuous feelings of her own.

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The house was completely silent: everyone was in bed and fast asleep. John had no intention of arousing anyone. He tread softly as he traversed the old wooden floors of the living and dining areas. In the kitchen he slowly poured a glass of water to replenish himself before returning to his bedroom.

At the top of the staircase he noticed a dim light creeping through the slightly opened door of his daughter’s room. John continued his covert movement as he approached the door: if she had left the television on and fallen asleep he did not want to awaken her. His eyes pierced through in search of any life. As expected, the television was on; however, its contents were beyond shocking.

John, this time, entered the room. His heart rate was beyond control. He was fully aware of the implications of this; however, pushing him forward was a sense of self-assurance that his come-on would not be rejected. He closed the door loudly enough to startle Amy.

“Dad, what are you doing?!” she said quietly in a shocked gesture as she scrambled to her knees, pulling her fingers from her moistened pussy. This time, however, there was no duvet to hide behind.

“I was passing by and thought I would join the fun”.

He walked towards her bed closing the gap between their two bodies. The light emanating from the television was casting a backlit-glow around her body, accentuating the beauty of her figure.

“I was watching you last night as well. And today, you looked so sexy. If your mother hadn’t been there I would have struggled.” He explained as his hands began to grasp his daughter’s hips.

“Struggled to do what?” she enquired, fully aware of her father’s lust.

“Struggle to do things a father and daughter shouldn’t do” he replied.

As he let those words out, his large paws began to track over her body. His left hand settled on her ass pulling her frame tightly into his; the other, gently caressing her firm, youthful breast.

“I’ve wanted this for so long daddy” she moaned out.

“I had no idea” he responded.

John stood back to reveal to his daughter the body she had craved for most of her teenage life. He removed his top to expose his well-trained, muscular torso to a girl he thought too young to appreciate such a mature form.

“Now, before I get fully naked, have you ever seen a dick before?”

“Only in your porn” she smiled back.

“Well don’t be nervous. I’ll make sure it’ll be kind to you.”

John removed his shorts letting loose his member on his daughter. It sprang up with such ferocity that it appeared to have a mind of its own. This intimidating length of meat and veins was surely too much for Amy.

Amy’s body was now wracked with a combination of intense feelings that, although they were hard to deal with, would not stop her on this conquest. Even the colossal nature of the task she was presented with could not faze her. She was fully determined to make this everything she dreamed it would be.

His cock was a fully erect monster that Amy’s nimble body struggled to tame. She grabbed it, out of necessity, with both hands to bring it under control. Each courageous stroke, however, only contributed to its size. Her small hands were no match for this thing; yet, Amy’s vigour drove her on. After all she still had one weapon left – her mouth.

The glistening tip of her father’s penis was now ripe to consume. Her mouth widened to an expert level as she tried to make disappear the cock all the way down her young throat. John stared on in utter disbelief as he watched his daughter perform an oral master class his wife was never able to achieve. The feeling emanating from his groin was overwhelming his whole body. Every time his cock travelled down the throat of this young beauty, he could feel himself getting ready to erupt.

“Don’t…I want more.” She squealed.

John, however, was in the mood for some of that ripe pussy she had been stroking all night. Her pussy was already wet; he could smell the sweat scent of it in the air. Regardless, though, he wanted to eat her out; he wanted her to moan his name, have her struggle to control her motions.

He pulled her legs from under her throwing Amy onto her back. John’s hands began to slide down the moistened thighs of Amy in search of her slit. She started to release delicate moans, growing in level as her father’s fingers docked with her clit. John rubbed in a slow, reserved movement as he brought his mouth in to bear. His grateful tongue reached out, taking over clit detail, as his fingers began their journey of discovery into his daughter’s wet, dark womanhood.

Amy’s pussy gripped the fingers that were so hastily in search of the right area to excite. The tempo of his finger-fucking increased: in turn increasing her breathing rate and the cacophony of sounds escaping from her mouth.

“Oh fuck” she bellowed out as her body moved uncontrollably, in response to her climax.

“Daddy, I want to feel that inside me” she managed to instruct.

John dragged himself forward until his face was hovering above his daughter’s. The warm, dense air surrounding Amy’s pussy was pulling his cock in. The tip struck the opening with a great ferocity releasing from Amy a moan of pain and worry. However the feeling of this teenage cunt, gripping the sides of his meat, sparked in John primordial instincts that were now dominating his fatherly need to protect his daughter. He was only interested in driving his cock deeper into her tight pussy.

Amy dug her hands into the back of her dad, clinging on as he pumped harder and faster. Her body was quivering; all the energy was being drained away. She had not anticipated the strength of his cock and was experiencing a feeling a world away from watch she had expected.

“Dad, I’m gonna cum!” she yelled.

His cock was now being swallowed whole by her used pussy. With one final thrust he brought his daughter to an earth-shattering conclusion that left her squirming on a cum and sweat soaked bed.

“There’s still one thing left to do” John instructed.

Amy opened her eyes as she struggled to regain her faculties. She gazed up at the sight of this beautiful, throbbing, un-exploded cock covered in the sweet juice of her pussy: the sight of this 40 year old man wanking his dick for her was exactly what she wanted. She sat at the edge of the bed waiting for her treat.

John stroked as hard and as purposefully as he could. His daughter’s tongue was gently caressing the end of his cock as he started to feel the thunder building. A torrent of sperm then shot from the end of his cock flooding the mouth of this young girl. She tried valiantly to consume as much of the white stuff as she could but the cum continued to flow.

The aftermath of this cumbath was the realisation that he had fucked his daughter. As he watched Amy gather together all the sperm that had evaded her initial attempt to swallow, John knew that there was now no turning back. Thankfully for John, he had absolutely no intention. He had just scored himself a dirty little girl: a seventeen year old who, during the day, is his daughter but at night, turns into an incestuous fuck-bunny with the tightest, sweetest cunt he had ever experienced.

“I have to go back to bed with your mother, but this will happen again…you can count on it” he said as he kissed her cum-glazed lips goodnight.

“Ok, but one day I want you all to myself. I don’t want to share you with mum” she replied.