Cindy’s Little Bump 2

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Howard lay propped-up in his bed afterward, fiddling with the remote and looking for some distraction on the tube, his thoughts and emotions a shambles. Of course he felt sated and satisfied that he’d finally bedded the nubile daughter he’d lusted after since she was ten, and who’d teased him unmercifully since she turned fourteen, but; what if he had gotten her pregnant? What if she told Brenda, or if Brenda found out some other way? And most of all, What of Cindy herself? Did she really want all this? Granted, she teased him to the limit, but this? Its every man’s forbidden fantasy to fuck his own daughter, but he’d crossed the line from fantasy into reality. The proof was dripping back out of her pussy right now. What could he say? What could he do? What would happen? To him? To her? To them? As nothing appealing presented itself on the tube, he decided the better part of valor would be to try to get some sleep, maybe, so he could face Cindy coherently, repentantly in the morning. That wasn’t to happen. He’d doused the light, settled in and turned over to face the window and try to sleep when his door opened…

Cindy entered his bedroom and closed the door before gliding around his bed to the window side, where he could see her by moonlight – she wore a gossamer thin, sheer white teddy top — and no bottoms! He shifted slightly to let her sit down in the spot where he’d cuddled her years before as a much younger girl. The thought of her bare, just pommeled pussy sitting naked on his bed in the spot where he’d held her as a little girl again sent his cock into tumescent spasms. Damn! Hadn’t he any conscience at all? Or was she yet teasing?

“Daddy?” “Yes, hun?” “Why did you fuck me?” “Well, punkin, I kinda thought you wanted it, what with all your teases and showing up naked in the bathroom when you know I’m gonna be naked.” “But Daddy? Why did you fuck me?” “Punkin, this may sound really sick, but I wanted you since you were ten.” “I know. I quit coming in here ‘cuz when I’d lay down and cuddle with you, I could feel your cock getting big and pushin’ on my bottom. I quit comin’ in ‘cuz I knew what it was and I thought I was bad for makin’ it happen. I didn’t know about boys or men and and your ‘thingie’ confused me.” “That’s pretty normal…” “But Daddy, I thought I was weird ‘cuz I really, really wanted to play with it…and…I wanted you to play with my ‘pee-pee’.” “Oh? Why didn’t you ever tell me?” “’Cuz Ms. Grover told us in Sex-Ed class that daddies and daughters don’t play at sex. She said it was really, really bad an’ that if our daddies thouched our pee-pees we were s’posed to rat ’em out to our moms, or a teacher or a cop or somethin’, and then daddy would be took away and put in jail forever. So I quit coming to your bed ‘cuz I didn’t want that to happen…” “but…” “Daddy, I still wanna know why you fucked me.” “Um. I think maybe we both wanted it…maybe even needed it.” “But why did you cum in me? I never let anybody cum in me before” “Uhh…you really don’t know much about men, do you?” “Not much. I only fucked three times before tonight.” “Then you don’t know that there’s a ‘point of no return’ a man gets to when its hot and heavy, and they’re banging away at each other.” “What’s that?” “When a man’s body hits the point where he’s about to cum, you couldn’t get him to stop if you held a gun to his head. Its all automatic at that point. He’s gonna cum. It happens” “But Daddy?” “Yes, Dear?” “What if I’m pregnut?” “There’s several answers to that. The flippant, useless one would be: ‘You should have thought of the before you started teasing me.’” “Dad…” “Ok. When was your last period?” “About two weeks ago. I’m fertile right now.” “Ouch! Well, if you’re that concerned about it, I can get you a Backup Plan pill on Monday. Its Friday night now. If you take one within 72 hours of having bare sex, its s’posed to make you have an early period, and flush any ‘accidents’ away. That means by Monday night. Ok?” “Deal.”

Cindy grew quiet, fidgeted with a button on her nightie, gazed over toward the window, then back to her supine daddy. Then, abruptly nodding her head as though shaking off a daydream, She leaned toward him and breathily whispered, “Daddy?” “Huh?” “I wanna see it…” “HUH?” “I said, I wanna see it.” “See what, baby-doll?” “This,” she cooed as she traced her near forefinger over his covered, again aroused cock. “”Is that wise, baby?” “C’mon dad! I just saw it a hour ago. You had it IN me. It CAME in me.” “And that’s what worries me, punkin…” “What? That we had sex? Shit! I been teasing you, tryin’ since I was ten an’ your hard-on confused an’ excited me.” “I know, and I’ve tried my damnedest to avoid it, and not give in to you, or my own temptations…” “I knew that too, Daddy, but I really, really wanted you to get a clue an’ do something with me.” Continuing her ginger finger stroking through his covers, she leaned further over, treating her already aroused dad to a breathtaking view of her pert A-cup titties as her nightie fell completely open, and breathed in his ear, “Daddy… I wanna play with it… Y’see, Daddy, I’m still that giggly, happy, scared, confused little ten year old girl who remembers a hard cock pressed in her butt crack, who knows what it is, an’ maybe a little afraid of it, but still really, really wanna see it an’ play with it. I really missed snuggling with you an’ feeling it on me…” “Uhh, if you’re sure..?” “I am, Daddy, really, really sure,” she again cooed as she gave his strained member a quick squeeze through the quilt.

Taken by an oddly abrupt sense of false modesty, he squirmed, doffed his boxers under his blankets, then nodded for Cindy to uncover him herself.