dad with daughter

This story is absolutly untrue. All
characters are fictional
She woke up in the morning,
feeling hornier than she usually
did — a testament to the
changes which had been taking
place in her body and her life
recently. She was wearing her
usual nightwear; thin little white
t-shirt and a pair of small cotton
panties, which she would also
wear around the house routinely.
She ran a finger over a nipple,
feeling it harden at her touch
and a shiver of anticipation like
wildfire ran through her body.
She knew what she wanted. Her
hand travelled downward, till it
reached the elastic top of her
panties. She teased herself a
little by stroking her belly, before
her fingers travelled lightly over
the thin soft cotton; rubbing
gently up and down. She could
feel her softness beneath; the
way her pussy lips beneath her
panties parted under her
fingers; that familiar jolt when
she pressed on her clit; the
inevitable wet patch beginning to
form lower down.
She smiled to herself, and
decided to get up. She loved
teasing herself — building tension
slowly. She could do it for hours
if she wanted. She brushed her
teeth, put on her school uniform
and went downstairs, hoping her
Daddy would be up. Her Mum
usually worked late, so slept in
every morning. To her delight,
her Daddy was sitting in his
favourite chair at the kitchen
table, sipping his coffee and
reading the paper. Before she
made an entrance, she ran her
fingers over her nipples to make
them stiff (she hardly wore a
bra these days), and pulled her
thin white shirt down tight over
her plump 18 year old breasts.
“Hey Daddy,” she said brightly,
walking around so he could look
at her. Her pussy was throbbing
beneath her little cotton panties,
longing to be touched.
“Hey, it’s my best girl,” he said,
smiling indulgently at his only
daughter as she went over to
him for a good morning cuddle
(they had always been very
affectionate with each other).
Her daddy was wearing his grey
cotton boxers and a t-shirt, as
the days were getting hotter.
He was obviously expecting her
to sit sideways on his lap for the
cuddle, but started in surprise
when one leg lunged over his
body, and she straddled him. She
pressed herself up against him,
and rubbed herself up and down
a few times. To her delight, she
felt him growing hard against
her. “Honey, what are you doing?
Didn’t we discuss this before and
decided we weren’t going to
cuddle like this?”
She pressed herself tight
against him, loving the feel of his
hardness pressing directly into
her clit through the thin material
of their underwear.
“Mmmmmm…,” she rubbed a few
more times, feeling her pussy
responding with tingling pleasure
at the friction produced by the
movements. Her panties were
getting wetter.
“But Daddy, you like it, you told
me,” she murmured, rubbing
herself up and down some more.
“Yes, I do like it honey,” he said,
not attempting to stop her
rhythmic rubbing against his now
stiff, throbbing rod. “But we
should not be doing this. Daddies
and their daughters shouldn’t
cuddle like this. We talked about
this, remember?”
“Please, can we just do it this
once Daddy; it feels soooo nice,”
she murmured in his ear; now
rubbing her clit in little circles
against the head of his cock
through the thin barriers of
cotton that separated them.
“Ohhhhh honey, you are such a
naughty girl,” he moaned,
thrusting his rod tight against
her. “You make your Daddy feel
so nice, but we have to stop.
What if your Mum comes in and
catches us rubbing like this?”
She grinned, remembering the
last time they had rubbed
together like this a couple of
weeks ago on the couch in the tv
room, and had almost been
caught by her Mum, who had
come home from work early.
They had been so caught up in
their excitement, they hadn’t
heard the car in the driveway. At
the speed of light, she had
thrown her leg over, and her
mum had walked in to find her
sitting sideways on her Daddies
lap, cuddling while they watched
tv (though she could feel his stiff
throbbing cock pressed against
her leg through his boxers).
“Aren’t you a bit old to be sitting
on your Daddies lap like that
young lady?” her mum had
asked, scrutinising them
carefully.
“But I love cuddling him,” she had
protested, wriggling her bare leg
cheekily against his throbbing
erection. Her mum had shaken
her head and left the room, but
her Daddy was not happy. That’s
when they’d had “the talk” and
he’d banned her from rubbing
against him. She was not
discouraged.
“Cmon you naughty girl, we have
to stop now,” her Daddy said
sternly, gently trying to ease her
off his lap.
“Just a few more rubs Daddy,
please,” she protested meekly.
“Don’t you want your little girl to
feel nice?”
“Of course I do honey,” he said,
kissing her cheeks. “Ok, just a
few more rubs, then we have to
stop, ok.”
“Of course Daddy,” she grinned,
pressing herself up against his
straining cock, which was now a
huge tent in his boxers. He took
her bum cheeks in his hands, and
guided her gently as she grinded
against him.