I hadn’t hurt her by doing that. She hadn’t even known.
Lightning flooded my room with stark light. The thunder boomed, windows rattling. That one was close. A shriek burst from my daughter’s room. Then her door crashed open. The thudding footsteps. She didn’t even knock. She just flung my door open and threw herself beneath the covers.
Another flash and she shrieked, clinging to me. I groaned, my cock thrusting up hard. She was so close to touching it as she cowered against me. I felt her body and knew I would be getting off tonight. She whimpered as the lightning moved away.
“S-sorry, Daddy,” she said.
“Don’t be,” I answered, my voice throaty. I felt that hunger in me. “You can slip into my bed whenever you need it.”
She let out a long sigh. “Thank you, Daddy.”
I just grinned and knew I wouldn’t have to wait long. Just for her to fall asleep. She clung to me for a few more moments and then she rolled off of me. This time, she stayed on her back. She didn’t roll over onto her side.
That was a problem.
It was clear she had fallen asleep after twenty minutes. I pulled back the covers and stared at her. She wore a tank top that looked too small for her, molding to her round breasts. Her panties fit tight. My eyes had adjusted, a streetlight pouring enough illumination through my bedroom window for me to see. My daughter quivered there, her breasts rising and falling. Her panties…
Her panties molded to her pussy lips.
I licked my lips as I stared at that succulent spot. I licked my lips. I salivated for her. I just hungered to eat her cunt. To lick and lap at her. This urge sank heavily on me. I swallowed. That would be going too far, but…
I couldn’t dry-hump her ass if she was on her stomach. Could I roll her over?
What if she woke up?
I knew she was a heavy sleeper, but if she woke up, then I wouldn’t get to grind on her. She might go back to her own bed. So I sat there, my cock throbbing before me, watching her sleep, hoping she would roll onto her side.
The red numbers on my digital clock slowly changed as I waited and waited. I kept staring at her. Those tits. That cameltoe. I hungered so much for her. Would it really be bad to lick my little girl’s pussy?
I bet she got horny, too.
I could give her something nice. She was a heavy sleeper. I could just munch on her pussy. Feast on her while she dreamed. My hands clenched and relaxed. My heart hammered in my chest. This was so wrong. So fucked up.
“That’s your daughter, James,” I muttered. “Your daughter.”
I licked my lips.
“Exactly,” I whispered back to myself. “Doesn’t she deserve to have a nice orgasm? We’re stuck together. Have to help each other out. What’s the harm in it?”
“Prison. She’ll hate me.”
“She’ll never know!”
I shuddered at that thought. She never realized I had dry-humped against her. I could eat out her pussy and then just fuck my cock against her panties. Just lie on her and do more grinding. She didn’t have to be on her side for me to do that.
I surrendered to my lust. They were too strong. With care not to disturb her, I moved between my sleeping daughter’s thighs. I swallowed, staring at her cunt molded by those sexy panties. I licked my lips, so hungry to lick her out. To eat her. I just had to press my lips down into her cunt and nuzzle at her. She would cum hard.
That would be exciting.
My tongue flicked over my lips. I planted my hands on her thighs. I stroked up and down her hot flesh. I shuddered at how warm she felt. I groaned, my heart hammering in my chest as I stroked my hands up her legs.
“You’re gorgeous, Shannon,” I whispered, her red hair fanned over my pillow. Her breasts rose slowly.
My hands reached her crotch. I licked my lips as I caressed the leg hole of my daughter’s panties. I was on the edge of sliding over her gusset and rubbing at her twat through the thin protection. I breathed in deeply, smelled her jasmine shampoo and her vanilla lotion.
My mouth salivated.
I slid my finger across the crotch of her panties. I rubbed up and down her, pushing my knuckle into her. She kept sleeping as I felt her pussy lips. God, she was shaved. My daughter shaved her twat. That was insane. Was she sexually active? Did she have a boyfriend I didn’t know about? Was she horny and missing him?
I stroked up and down her pussy, watching her face. She kept breathing her head turned to the right. Her nipples hardened. I watched them poke against the thin tank top. They were small buttons that I could play with.
But I was at her pussy.
A warmth bled through her panties. Her excitement. My finger grew wet. I pulled it back, dew gleaming on it. I breathed in, and a new musk filled my nose. Tangy. The aroma of her arousal. My tongue flicked across her lips
I pressed my face down. I rubbed into her panties and breathed in. I groaned at the aroma of her. The heady scent of my daughter’s cunt. That tangy delight. I licked up her gusset, tasting the fabric and the tangy flavor of her pussy.
She whimpered.
I froze.
I stared up her body, but she just kept lying there. Her breasts rose and fell. She wasn’t moving. Wasn’t coming awake. It was just a whimper. A sigh. She made sounds in her sleep. She slurred something, speaking in her sleep for a moment.
She was probably dreaming.
I grinned. “I’ll give you something special to dream about, Shannon.”
I licked at her panties again. I stroked my tongue up the fabric, feeling her slit through the cloth. She was definitely shaved. That was so wild. I bathed the gusset of her panties with my saliva. I lapped up and down her slit, reveling in this thrill.
Her tangy flavor grew and grew. Her breasts rose and fell. I watched them, savoring the way her tank top cupped them. She had such a lovely pair. C-cups. Round and perky and just begging to be played with.
But I had her pussy to eat.
I kissed at her panties. I sucked her tangy pussy cream through the cloth. A woman’s delight. My daughter’s incestuous passion. Lust surged through me. My dick ached and throbbed as I nibbled up and down her panties.
“Fuck,” I breathed. “Shannon, you’re so sexy.”
No answer. Still sleeping.
I slid my finger into her leg hole and groaned as I touched my daughter’s shaved pussy directly. I caressed over her plump vulva and found her tight slit. Juices coated my finger. She was so hot and wet. She needed this.
I yanked her panties to the side. The tangy aroma of her pussy swelled. My darkness-adjusted eyes could see her tight slit. That virginal vulva, a girlish quim. I kissed my daughter’s twat. Right on her slit. I tasted her tangy juices directly.
I didn’t die. God didn’t smite me and send me to hell. No cop bursts burst through the door.
I shuddered and then I licked her again. And again. I lapped at her twat. I slid my tongue up and down her snatch. My tongue caressed her hot flesh. I stroked up and down that tight slit, just grazing her at first.
Then I pressed into her folds. I felt the texture of her labia. The silkiness of her pussy lips. They were so hot against my tongue and lips. Felt so incredible. She whimpered again. But she kept sleeping. She didn’t wake up.