MY WICKED, WILLING DAUGHTER part1

It all started when my wife was out of town for a conference leaving me
and my 18 year old daughter at home. My wife left on a Saturday evening,
and the next morning, I was lounging in bed reading the Sunday paper. My
daughter, as she often had done with her mother and me, came into the
room and crawled into bed beside me. She complained about having a stomach ache, and I was rubbing lightly
over her “tummy”. Unintentionally, my finger tips brushed the bottom of
her breasts. Realizing what I’d done, I quickly moved my hand down, but
it was taken by my daughter’s hand and moved back up over one breast.
She pressed my hand into the flesh of her firm teenage breast, and I
could feel the nipple harden under my palm. I knew I should stop what
she had just initiated–but did not!

She again moved my hand, placing it under the T-shirt she wore. My hand
sought the hard little nipple and I rubbed and pinched it as it grew even
harder. Her eyes were closed and she moaned softly and whispered, “It
feels so good, Daddy. Please don’t stop.” I continued to play with her
breasts–alternating from one to the other.

As I fondled one breast, I slid my other hand slowly over her body,
bring it to rest over her panty covered pussy. I fully expected her to
react by pushing my hand away. Instead, she moaned and pushed up against
my hand. I moved the hand up then down under the top of her panties. My
fingers combed through the soft, silky pubic hair covering her mound. I
thought I’d gone too far when I ran a finger up and down her tight little
slit. I had just felt the wetness present there when she jumped up, out
of bed and ran to the door. Then turned, came back, leaned down and
kissed me on the lips. Without a word, she turned and left the room.

The next day, Monday, I got home from work and found her in the backyard
sunning herself.