“Why daddy? Don’t you like it when I sit close to you?”
“Yes darling, I do. And that’s why you shouldn’t do it any more.”
“But…”
“Don’t ‘but’ me, Rosamund. You saw and felt what happened when I got home and we kissed.”
“Yes, I did. I liked it. Didn’t you?”
“Hell yes, I liked it. I liked it too damned much. Rose, darling, I’m your father, not some boy like Kevin. We simply can’t do what I wanted to do there in the kitchen.”
“Oh daddy. It’s not anything bad. You love me, and I love you. Why can’t we show one another how much we care?”
“Honey, what you’re suggesting is incest. It is against the law. If anyone found out, I’d probably be sent to jail, and you would have a reputation so bad that you couldn’t live in this town, maybe not even in this state any more.”
“Daddy, no one would have to know. No one would see us, and neither of us would tell any one.” “Rosamund, no!”
I didn’t argue with him any more. We were both still nude, so I knew he still felt comfortable around me as long as we didn’t touch one another. I wasn’t interested in any of the programs on that night, so daddy turned on a program about fly fishing in Colorado and was soon engrossed in it. I forced myself to watch and asked daddy a couple of questions about fly fishing to make him think I was interested.
About a half hour into the program, I lay down on the couch and put my head on daddy’s thigh. I had my back to him. I expected him to tell me to sit up, but he didn’t. He was so wrapped up in the program that I don’t think he really noticed what I was doing.
For a long time, I just lay there without moving. Then, I put my right hand up under my head so that it was between me and daddy’s thigh, palm down. I began moving my fingers, just kind of flexing them at first, but then stretching them out and pulling them back again so that I was massaging daddy’s inner thigh.
I didn’t know if that would turn daddy on or not. It always turns me on when Kevin strokes my inner thigh, so I thought I’d at least try it with daddy. If it worked, good. If it didn’t, I’d try something else. It worked. Daddy’s breathing began to change. Not much, but enough that I could hear the difference.
I moved my head. It had been only on his right thigh. Now it was cradled between his legs. I also move back a little so that I could feel his belly against the back of my head. Again, I just lay there a while doing nothing. I wanted daddy to think I’d just moved to get more comfortable. My right hand was still between daddy’s legs. I began to stroke his thigh again. His breathing quickened again. Something else quickened too. I felt his cock stiffen and rise up to poke into my hair next to my left ear. Good, I told myself.. Don’t scare daddy. As daddy’s program ended, I felt him reach for the remote. I was afraid he was going to turn the TV off and go to his room to bed. I had to act fast. I rolled over, turning first face down on his thigh. As I continued to turn, I captured the head of daddy’s cock in my mouth and took it in as deep as I could without choking. I’d blown Kevin a couple of times so I knew how much cock I could put in my mouth before hitting my gag reflex. When daddy felt my hot rosy lips close around his cock head he jumped so violently that he almost dumped me on the floor. I held on, however, and kept his cock in my mouth. In fact, I sank it in even deeper.