*It’s not incest if we don’t touch*
That’s the argument my little girl used to convince me to finally give into temptation.
Let me explain real quick.
Molly and I have always been exceptionally close. She was a complete daddy’s girl when she was little and we began to act like best friends as she grew into a young woman. She’s not like your average teenager though. I mean, she never has been exactly like the other kids. Not weird or anything like that, just quite isolated. She struggles to fit in so she spends most of her time by herself, reading, writing and whatnot. It’s crazy though, because she’s completely different when it’s just the two of us around. When it’s her and I and nobody else, she’s full of life. So bubbly, energetic and happy. But if there’s one more soul around – even her mother – she’s the quiet and kind of quirky introvert. Molly says it’s because she feels sort of alone in this world . . . except for when she’s with me. That I seem to understand her in a way no-one else can.
Anyway, Molly is nineteen now and the other day we took our relationship to the next level. The truth is, I began to develop an emotional and physical attraction to my baby girl – and she did the same. Molly never really filled out well but she’s still beautiful in my eyes. She stands at about 5’3 and is remarkably slender. Her little arms are like sticks! Her boobs don’t seem to have grown much at all, nor has her little ass. She is a perky little thing though. And as I said, she is still beautiful. She has flawless, pale skin which contrasts engagingly with her big blue eyes and her curly, dark chestnut hair.
Neither of us outright admitted our feelings for a long time but I think it was clear that the feeling was mutual. Without even thinking about it we’d often flirt and say or do things that dads and daughters shouldn’t really say or do. Nothing particularly over the line, just things that would be pretty severely frowned on. We’d get pretty hands on with each other a lot. She’d give me shoulder rubs after a long day but she’d get carried away and begin exploring my body with her heavenly hands and comment on how good of a body I have for my age. Or sometimes I’d start tickling her and eventually I’d have her pinned down beneath me as my fingers work their way up and down her sides.
We talk about everything and once when we were talking about relationships, she says she doesn’t think she’ll get to have sex for a long time because she’s ugly and nobody will want her and in trying to console her, I let slip that if she wasn’t my daughter . . . I managed to cut myself off before finishing that sentence but I think we all know where that was going.
Eventually it became pointless pretending there was nothing was there between us and in a long, deep and meaningful conversation we talked in length about our feelings. This is where we had to disagree though. You see, Molly was all for sneaking around if it meant we got to be together. She didn’t care what others think but she understands why we couldn’t tell people, yet she still wanted to start an incestuous relationship with me. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t tempting. She told me she wants me to teach her about sex, take her out on dates and treat her like how I used to treat mom. And believe me I want to. But as the . . . ‘responsible adult’ . . . I had to think about what’s wrong and what’s right so I had to turn her down. Ever since that night, she’s made efforts to change my mind and that goes as far as teasing me. She just happens sit or bend at angels that flash her cute little undies. She just prefers leaving the door open now – whether in the shower or in her bedroom when she’s changing. It became increasingly difficult to keep resisting her advances but I repeatedly explained to her the many reasons we couldn’t do anything with my most prominent excuse simply that we’re father and daughter and *incest isn’t okay.*
That’s when she did it.
It was a Friday evening and Molly’s mother was out at her book club which she wouldn’t be back from for a few hours. I was sitting in the living room watching a movie in my tee shirt and shorts when Molly comes and takes a seat next to me on the couch. Like me, she’s dressed super casually – just a sleeveless, grey vest top that falls above her belly button and a pair or tiny, white and pink striped panties. She often lounges in her underwear when it’s just the two of us so I didn’t make too much of it.
“Hey pumpkin.” I say casually as she sits her little backside beside me.
“Hey daddy.” She replies in her cute, girlish voice. “I want to talk to you . . . I have an idea.”
“Oh?” I say curiously. “About what?”
“About us.”
I roll my eyes and sigh. “Baby I told you, there is no us. Not like how you’re probably talking about at least.”
“Daddy just hear me out. I know you’re worried about people finding out but we both know that neither of us will say anything and it’s not like we have guests around everyday. If we keep it in the house then the only person we really have to worry about is mom and plus-”
“But baby it’s so much more than that.” I interrupt, doing so for my benefit as the truth is it takes most of my strength to not grab her and kiss her as it is.
“I know but just listen. You say we can’t do stuff because it’s incest but I figured . . . it’s not really incest if we don’t touch, is it?”
I look at her intriguingly and she speaks before I can say a word.
“I was doing some reading earlier and I found out that lots of guys can cum to dry humping. Apparently it’s like a super popular fetish, so I thought . . . well, there’s no harm in us trying that is there? I mean, I used to sit on your lap all the time so it”s pretty much just the same thing but with a little extra movement.”
I struggled to find a reason to say no. Actually, that’s not true. There were lots of reasons, I just chose to ignore them.
“I don’t know Molly . . .” I say, scratching the back of my neck.
“Please daddy. I just want to make you feel good. Is that so wrong? Plus I read up on dirty talk and I know how badly you want to stuff my tiny, teen holes.”
My heart skipped a beat and I began to choke on air.
“Jesus Molly!” I exclaim.
I mean, she wasn’t wrong. I just didn’t expect to hear that from my seemingly innocent, little girl.
She puckers her bottom lip and looks at me all doe-eyed. She really is a little heart melter.
“So since you refuse to give me what I want-” She says with a quick glance down to my crotch, “-then this is the closest thing. You’re not actually putting it in me daddy so I don’t see the problem.”
Suddenly a sort of evil smirk strikes across her face. “You clearly want this.”
That’s when I realized that just hearing my beautiful, little daughter talk about me filling her holes with my cock has given me a raging hard on.
There was a silence. The tension was enormous. All I knew at that moment was that my cock was swelling and there was only one thing I wanted that would deal with it.
“One time.” I say sternly.
“We can do it?” Molly asks excitedly.
“Just this one time. And then you can never ask me to do this again. And you don’t breathe a word about this tonight – not even to me. Got it?”
Molly nods her head in agreement and pretends to zip her lips.
“So . . .” I say with a half smile, excited myself that I finally am giving into temptation just a little. “Do you want to sit on daddy’s lap?”
With a wide smile, Molly bites her lip in anticipation before climbing on top of me and easing down so my furious boner presses into the tiny crevice between her legs, blocked only by a thin later of soft fabric. She sits down on my throbbing meat so my cock in trapped between my stomach and her teenage slit and begins grinding slowly back and forth. Powerful sensations begin to spark at the end of my dick as I stare into my little girl’s beautiful, blue eyes as she rocks on my lap.
“You know daddy . . . this will be better if you took your shorts off.”
“Baby we’re already doing too much.”
“But it’s not like we’d be touching. I’ll keep my panties on.”
I consider things for a second but again, give in. “Fine. Get up real quick.” And with that, she hops to her feet.
I yank my shorts down and my aching prick springs free. Molly gasps as her adorable little face lights up.
“Holy shit.” She whispers, her eyes glued to my sitff rod for several seconds before she glances up at me. “Daddy, it’s so big. I couldn’t tell before but . . . wow.”
She looks back at my rock before finally turning around and yanking her panties upwards so they get swallowed up by her little ass. She then proceeds to sit back on my lap so my veiny cock presses in between her firm, teen butcheeks, her young asshole protected only by her flimsy panties. She grinds her pretty, young rear up and down her daddy’s cock and the room starts spinning. Sparks of pleasure fire out from the tip of my dick and up and down my shaft as she grinds that sexy teen backside on me.
I grip her hips intensely as I watch her pale cheeks slide up and down my thick cock.
“Oh god.” I grunt as sweat begins to trickle down my skin.
“Does this feel good, daddy?” Molly asks, sounding so sweet and innocent.
“It feels amazing, baby. You’re doing so good.”
I continue to grunt and groan as my little girl works her ass on me. I can tell that it’s taking it out of her too as her breath grows sharp and unsteady. I look down and relish the sight of my dick being massaged by Molly’s sweet, teenage ass. It all becomes too much for me and instinct begins to take over. I wrap one arm around my baby girl’s flat tummy and the other around her chest, hugging her tight, teen body to me as I begin to furiously hump the life out of her young ass, sliding and grinding my cock rhythmically up and down between her firm, sexy cheeks. Her hair smothers my face and engulfs my nose in her beautiful scent of coconut shampoo and her natural sweet fragrance. I rest my chin on her shoulder and ask her if she’s ready for her daddy’s cum.
“Yes daddy!” She squeals breathlessly. “I want your cum daddy.”
I grab Molly and push her face first into the couch, intensely yanking her little ass in the air before furiously pumping my cock until I unleash thick spurts of baby batter all over my little girl’s backside.
“OH FUUUCK MEEE!” I shriek as euphoria sweeps me and I coat Molly’s perky teen rear in my hot goo. Thick ropes of white slime cover her little ass cheeks and run over her adorable little panties with several spurts running down over that forbidden pink entrance. It’s such a lewd sight to see your own daughter painted with your man goo and to know that if it wasn’t for those cute undies of hers then she’d have your cum splattered all over her teenage pussy.
I slump back into the couch and pull my shorts back up as the last glob of goo drips from my deflating prick with my only regret being that I told Molly this was a one time thing.
I guess there’s worse things a parent can do than lie to their child.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8n4hei/its_not_incest_if_we_dont_touch_incest_mf_teen
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