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I watched as my daughter took my father’s cock into her mouth. She was enjoying herself so much that the entire time she spent getting it down her throat she smiled. My father looked at me as Charlotte took him, he too had a smile on his face. His hand had gone down into her hair, and he gently helped her get his cock down her throat.

I sat back and watched, this was the first time Daddy had done anything to Charlotte, though, he had spoken many times about taking her. He talked about waiting for the right time. He wanted to wait until after she knew the whole story.

At first she’d gone a little crazy. After I had sat down with her and told her the truth, but now she excepted it and she excepted the way things were.

It all started eighteen years ago. Momma had died and left Daddy and I alone. At first, Daddy wanted nothing to do with me. He said I reminded him too much of Momma, he couldn’t even stand looking at me. This hurt so bad, but I understood and tried to stay away but couldn’t. He was in such a state of depression that I thought he’d do something drastic. I cared for him, foregoing the plans I had for myself to stay with Daddy and take care him.

After a while he excepted the way things were. He let me care for him the best I could. Our relationship flourished, and soon it was as though we were a married couple without the sex., but that too would change.

I found myself beginning to fantasize about Daddy in ways a daughter shouldn’t, and I noticed Daddy also looking at me longer, and with a desire in his eyes that he couldn’t hide. We tried for a long time to ignore it, but as we spent more time together the desire in both of us grew.

One night as I was bathing, and Daddy walked into the bathroom. He blushed and tried to leave quickly, but as his eyes fell upon my naked body he didn’t move. He stared at my breasts, and I watched as his eyes went down, and landed on my mound. He shut the bathroom door, and walked to the side of the tub.

He said nothing as he came down on his knees and grabbed a washrag. He began to wash my back, my eyes closed, and a slight moan escaped my lips as the rag went down my back, and moved to the front of me. He let go of the cloth and his hands came up to my breasts. He still did not speak a word as he massaged me, taking his fingers to my nipples and pinching them softly. His eyes never left mine as his hand moved from my breasts, down my stomach, and to my pussy. My hips thrust forward as he found my clit, and I moaned louder. He rubbed me, gently, his breathing becoming heavier as my hips thrust with every sensation he gave to me. I didn’t last long, I began to cum not soon after he had touched me.

After my orgasm, he got up and went to the door. Still he said nothing, and I stared at him confused.

“Daddy?” He pressed his fingers to his lips and walked out the door, leaving me in both a state of satisfied bliss and confusion.

When I got out of the tub, I had gone to look for him and found that he had locked himself in his room. I pounded the door, screaming for him to open it, but I got no response. I didn’t see him again until the next morning.

He sat at the kitchen table eating a bowl of cereal, I looked at him, not sure if I should say hello or not. I got a cup of coffee, and sat down with him. It was silent for a while, and I couldn’t stand to only hear the soft hum of the refrigerator working.

“Daddy, I…”

“Hush! I don’t want to talk about it.”

I was taken back by the harsh way he had spoken to me.