“Damn, Ashley, what has gotten…” His words trailed off. “Jesus, Linda!”
The shock on his face frightened me. I had just sucked off my daddy. I ripped my mouth off his cock. Such embarrassment crashed into me. I bolted from the bed and fled the room, horrified by what I had just done. I scooped up my body pillow and ran to my room.
I buried my face into it and cried, expecting to be in trouble. But it never came. The flavor of his cum lingered in my mouth. That thick and salty flavor. His seed was in my belly. I had blown my daddy and made him cum.
I found myself humping against my pillow.
* * *
I stayed in my room all day, only coming out to take my dinner up to my room. Daddy saw me but he didn’t say anything. Mom just blinked as I scurried off. She must have thought I was going through a phase or something.
“Just don’t leave your dish in your room!” she called. “And thank Nancy, she helped me make it.”
I muttered something and left. I was so horrified. I liked blowing daddy. I wanted to do it again.
I didn’t come out of my bedroom for the next two days. I told my family that I was on super-duper quarantine. That I thought I had a fever. Mom checked on me a few times. My temperature was normal. She shook her head at me and then left.
Daddy seemed to be avoiding me.
I grew bored, though, and after a few days. I crept out of my room. It was clear no one else knew what I had done. Daddy hadn’t told. He didn’t want to look at me. I swallowed, feeling this stiffness in him. I went into his office to get my computer and take it back to my room.
“Linda,” he said as I started unplugging things. “Do you want to talk?”
I froze. I shook. Tears spilled in my eyes. “I-I… I’m sorry, D-daddy.” I couldn’t help but sob. We were having so much fun working together. Spending time together. And now I had gone and ruined it. “I… I was just… just curious… There are no boys… and… there’s just you… and… I heard you and mom… I just wanted to see…”
To my shock, Daddy hugged me to him. He stared down at me as I cried. “It’s okay. It’s natural to be curious, I guess.”
I nodded.
“And you don’t have any real boys around, do you?”
I shook my head.
“I guess my baby girl’s growing up, huh?” He smiled, his hand rubbing at my back. “I didn’t mean to frighten you. It just… I was shocked when I saw you sucking my dick. It had felt incredible. I really thought you were your mother. So I just kept my eyes closed and enjoyed it.”
“I was as good as Mom?” I asked, something like pride entering my voice. My back straightened.
“Yeah,” he said. “Though she was never one for swallowing. I should have realized it then.” He smiled as he stared down at me. “You’ve always been a daddy’s girl, huh?”
I nodded.
“Do you think about me a lot?”
I bit my lip. “Yes. I… I write stories about girls named Lisa or Lana or Lottie and they get with older guys named Mitch or Mark or Matthew.” I shivered. “They do sexy things together. I was just… curious. Research for my story.”
“Research, huh?” He licked his lips, glancing at the computer. “And you don’t have any boys to research with. Not until this is over, do you?”
I shook my head. “There really wasn’t any my age I’m interest–”
Daddy ducked his head down and kissed me.
I shuddered at the feel of his wiry whiskers rubbing across my face. I stiffened for a moment as he kissed me. Then my arms went around his neck. I hugged him twice. My lips melted to his. I groaned as his tongue thrust into my mouth.
I loved the feel of his whiskers rasping on my face. They rubbed against me. I shuddered, whimpering and groaning as his tongue thrust into my mouth. My cunt clenched now. We were French kissing. Daddy was kissing me.
I shuddered, realizing we were “researching.” That was it. This wasn’t real incest. He was helping me out.
I whimpered into his lips. My tongue danced with his. I kissed him back with such hunger. I wanted to make him feel as good as he was making me feel. My pussy clenched. The heat rushed through me as his whiskers scratched at my lips and chin. So manly.
My brother, Clancy, didn’t have a goatee. He was just a boy. Daddy was the man in the family.
He broke the kiss and then groaned. “So you’ve never had a boy play with your tits.”
I shook my head.
“Go down on your pussy?”
I shuddered as he said the P word. “No, Daddy. I’m still a virgin.”
“That’s a lot of research we need to do,” he said, grabbing my shirt. “I can’t stop thinking about that blowjob, Linda. It was amazing. My own baby girl… Damn, you have a cute mouth. Your mother’s mouth. And you’re so young and beautiful.”
I beamed at Daddy. He pulled up my shirt. I thrust my arms up in the air, my breasts jiggling in my bra. I was so eager to do research with him. This would be so wild and naughty. He threw my shirt down and then cupped my breasts through my undergarment.
My nipples throbbed. I whimpered. He kissed me again. He thrust his tongue into my mouth. His whiskers rubbed at me. I trembled, loving the feeling. My pussy clenched. Heat rushed through my body. His tongue danced around in my mouth. I shuddered, kissing him with such passion.
His hands slid from my breasts. He followed my bra band around to my back. I quivered and moaned into his lips. His hands found my bra clasp. He twisted and freed it with skill. Then he pulled my bra off my arms.
My tits jiggled free. I felt the air around my nipples.
His warms hand cupped them.
I groaned in delight. My cunt clenched as Daddy played with my round and perky tits. He kneaded them as his tongue danced around in my mouth. I whimpered in delight. This was so amazing. I felt so delicious when he massaged his thumbs around my boobs.
He brushed my areolas. Then my nipples. His thumbs rubbed at my sensitive nubs in circles. Pleasure blazed straight to my pussy. They were connected. I moaned into his mouth. I gasped and shuddered, kissing him with hunger.
Then he broke the kiss and looked down. “Damn. Your mother’s breasts were this size when we met. They got bigger having all you kids… Your tits are lovely, Linda.”
“Daddy,” I moaned, trembling as his thumbs played with them. I swayed there. I shuffled back and leaned my rump against the edge of my desk. “That feels so good. I didn’t know nipples could feel this good.”
“Great research…” he panted, “for your story.”
I nodded.
“This will feel better.”
His head ducked down. Then his whiskers rubbed over my tits. I gasped at their wiry caress. My entire body shook. I groaned at the feel of him rubbing his whiskers across my body. I groaned, my face contorting. The pleasure felt incredible.
The whiskers were delicious. Amazing. They felt awesome on me. They were so rough on my sensitive boob. At the same time, his lips slid over my nipple. He latched on and sucked. My eyes bulged. My pussy clenched.
“Daddy!” I shouted. “Oh, Daddy, yes!”
I was so glad we had a big house. It was perfect for quarantine research.
My naughty pussy loved the feel of Daddy sucking at my nipple. The incestuous rush shot through me. This was so taboo. So wrong. I reveled in it. He sucked hard. His tongue danced around my nub. His whiskers tickled my silky flesh.