Summer Break – Part 1 [MF] [Incest]

First time posting here. Sorry if there’s any grammatical/general mistakes. I hope it’s decent!

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Elliot Hampton was about to take a sip of his French press coffee when there were three rap knocks on the door. He recognised them, smiled slightly and opened the door to meet his beaming daughter, Vanessa. It had been 3 years since she moved for college.

“Hi Dad!” She dropped her duffel bags and ran into him for a tight hug.

Elliot wrapped his tree trunk-like arms around her with reciprocation. He could smell the familiar coconut scent from her brunette hair. Vanessa Hampton was 4’11 with an athletic build. Her skin had a light tan from her long-term lacrosse training.

“Hi sweetie. Hope the flight wasn’t too bad.”

“Oh, I’d rather take the 9 hours of transit than deal with Mom and the new boyfriend.” Vanessa rolled her eyes. Elliot couldn’t help but shrug. He and his ex-wife separated two years ago and she supposedly moved on pretty fast. Guess there was confirmation now.

He moved forward to pick up the duffel bags and turned to see a full view of Vanessa bent over in her olive green Lululemon tights, tying her shoelaces.

Elliot had done his best to remove all remnants of his ex-wife and he was amazed at how much his daughter looked like her. From her petite stature, firm chest (that he clearly felt during the hug) to the heart-shape of her derriere, his daughter had definitely grown up to be a beautiful woman.

He shook his head and frowned. *What the hell?*

“Sorry Dad, let me get that. Where’s my new room gonna be?” She gracefully stood up and scooped two bags off from him.

Elliot blinked for a second. “Second floor and to the left, sweetie. All yours.”

“Okay!” Vanessa bounded off, leaving him with a similar view.

Elliot sighed. He hadn’t bothered to date since the divorce and had a handful of one night stands. For a 46-year old man, Elliot wasn’t going on the typical downhill. He worked out almost every day and took care of his lumberjack appearance. He was aware of ladies (and sometimes men) stealing glances at him when he was at the supermarket or the gas station.

Running a hand through his dirty blonde hair, he muttered under his breath about getting back on Tinder.

Elliot’s house was a two storey modern loft with a dark wood setting. After the divorce, he decided to build his dream back-to-bachelor pad. Not too shabby with him being an architect. Well, the pad was now going to be shared with his 20-year old daughter.

He dropped in on Vanessa’s room with her last bag. She had stripped from her matching fitted tank top and was now in a tight black sports bra, emphasising a decent amount of cleavage.

“Thanks Dad! Sweet place, by the way. I can’t wait to take cute photos of myself in here for Instagram.”

For some reason, Elliot’s mind wandered an image of Vanessa being in lingerie and taking photos on the beige shag rug in the room. He grimaced. *Seriously?*

“You okay, Dad?”

He focused on Vanessa’s now concerned face. “Yes, sorry. Thinking about work. Dinner will be ready in a couple hours, I’ll see you downstairs okay?”

She nodded with an adorable smile and continued to unpack. Elliot went back to his room & looked at himself in the floor length mirror next to the walk-in closet. *For shame.*

He pinched the bridge of his nose and then realised an obvious bulge in his cargo shorts. Great. *No more of this*, he chided himself. This was absolutely wrong.

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Dinner was grilled salmon, roasted potatoes and asparagus with a glass of bourbon for Elliot and peach soda for Vanessa. She filled him in with stories about her college life – cramming for finals, lacrosse competitions, some flings here and there. By the time the dishes were on the rack, it was already 9:00pm.

“I’m going to get some work done in the office then to bed. Feel free to explore the place, sweetie. Goodnight.” He placed a chaste kiss on Vanessa’s forehead and waved at her.

“Okay, Dad. Night!”

Elliot got so engrossed in his work until the digital clock on his desk beeped 1:00am. He stretched his arms and pushed himself off the desk. This was pretty much routine; working late with a bottle of bourbon and falling asleep in a drunken haze. He closed the office doors and climbed the stairs.

He then heard a noise sounding like TV. Elliot guessed that Vanessa was catching up on Netflix shows but probably fell asleep. Her door was slightly ajar and he went over to shut it before seeing what was going on.

He could see Vanessa sprawled on the bedspread with her legs spread open massaging her clit with a pink bullet vibrator. Her moans were tiny while her head was thrown back. Elliot blushed hard and forced himself to immediately walk away but couldn’t.

Her Macbook was next to her right forearm with obvious pornographic noises emanating from it. The sounds of skin slapping and a female groaning played while Vanessa’s hand got faster.

Elliot could feel the front of his slacks tenting and getting wet with pre cum. His daughter’s head was facing away from him but he could still hear her soft moans. He kept telling himself to move. It wasn’t working.

The woman on her screen started moaning louder. “Fuck my pussy please, Daddy! Yeeeeeesss!”

At this point, Vanessa’s hand was moved even faster and she started to whine.

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum…” She said breathlessly and let out a high pitched whine.

That did it for Elliot. He felt his body regain some movement & quickly and quietly moved to his room. Now he was breathing hard. He couldn’t believe what he just saw. He shouldn’t have.

Elliot pulled off his slacks and his seven-inch hard cock came springing out. He leaned on the door and started stroking himself. All that was on his mind was Vanessa moaning that word and seeing her cleanly shaved cunt. What he’d do to bury his face in it…

It didn’t take long before spurts of cum came flying out. He slid to the floor and groaned quietly. This was going to be a long three months.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/g9079l/summer_break_part_1_mf_incest