New Princess In Trade For Old

My wife and daughter never got along. For that matter, neither did my wife and I. She was a shrew of a woman, always negative, always discontented. I often wondered how any woman could be such a terrible and uninterested parent. “I mean, women are supposed to have that strong mothering instinct, aren’t they?”, I said to myself. She much preferred the company of alcohol and TV movies. It broke my heart to see my little girl not have the kind of mother that she so richly deserved.

But she was hot. If she had one talent in the world, it was sex. Many was the time that the sheer ecstasy and pleasure of the favors she had give could wash away so many of her sins. When she got horny, or knew it was time to get the game on, she had a sensual stare that could melt lead. When she would walk toward me, her hips, abdomen and shoulders writhed so perfectly in rhythm with each other, it would make me want to cum in my pants right there. And her hip movements and synchronization were no less impressive once I got my cock inside that hot, steamy pussy. She fucked like it was her last day on earth, every single time. And when she sucked my cock, it was as if she was dying from some deadly poison, and the only antidote on Earth that could save her life was my cum. She craved it. She needed it. She devoured it with all the zeal of an angry, hungry lion, having just pulled down an antelope on the Serengeti, with all of the gnashing and throaty animal vocal emanations included. She was by far the best fuck I’d ever had.

I think in some part, she was jealous of our daughter. Stephanie was just 15, but such a gorgeous little thing who appeared to be beyond her years. Her hair is sandy blonde, silky soft to the touch. She has the most beautiful shade of blue eyes that when she flashes them with that little girl pout at her daddy, she could have anything she could ask for because he would melt into such a shapeless puddle of goo, he would have no strength with which to resist her baby girl charm. And when she would stand, resting one leg, buckled slightly at the knee and put her hands on her hips, tilting her head just a little to the side, and would try to make her point by saying “now daddy…”, that’s when her tight little round ass looked almost irresistible to me. And with her hands on her hips, her young, nubile little tits would poke out through her t-shirt just far enough to put me over the edge of fatherly reason…. and that would usually give me the beginnings of a hard on. I felt so dirty and wrong, having those feelings for my own daughter, but little did I know how willingly I would let go of that guilt….

Then came the night that I dreaded for so long. I had hoped it would never happen, but somehow I knew it was only a matter of time.

As usual, my wife had her ass parked in front of the TV watching a movie, drink in hand. She’d had several, and was pretty tipsy by this time. Rum and Coke was her poison of choice.

On her mother’s orders to clean her room, Stephanie decided to rebel on this particular night and be a smart aleck and she made an off hand comment back to her mother. I could only think because she was growing up becoming such a beautiful young thing, even though she was only 15, her hormones thought she was much older.

Her drunken mother didn’t take kindly to that, and she rose up off the couch in an instant rage. In a froth, turning in Stephanie’s direction, she stomped over to her, yelling “what did you say to me you little bitch?” And before I knew it, she had a hold of Stephanie’s arm, Stephanie naturally recoiling to get away, her mother proceeding to slap her about the face shoulders and arms. I jumped out of my chair as quickly as I could process what was happening, and shot over to them, grabbing my wife’s swinging arm. She had totally lost a sense and control and was beating my daughter…….nothing has ever enraged me more, before or since.

I instinctively pulled her away and shoved her up against the wall and screamed “what the hell do you think you’re doing to our daughter?”

I didn’t think it was possible, but she got even more enraged and started swinging at me with her free hand. I had no choice but to completely restrain her and sit on top of her while she wore her self out. Stephanie had run off to her room at the horror this was taking place in her own home.

How are busybody next-door neighbor heard the commotion and called police. 15 minutes later, the police knocked on the door. I had no choice but to tell them what happened and still enraged at the thought of her meeting my daughter, I insisted they take that drunken maniac away.

When the police left, I headed to Stephanie’s room. She lay on the bed sobbing. I sat on the bed, took her in my arms and said “sweetheart, you’re safe now, daddy will protect you and never let you get hurt again.” She looked up at me with those beautiful blue, wet tearing eyes, and at that moment I knew that I could never let my wife back in the house again.

During the next week we spent the time preparing our lives together, just the two of us, and getting her mothers things together to be taken out of the house. I couldn’t help but notice during this time my daughter’s beautiful body as she moved boxes and packed things away. i became more and more sexually attracted to her and wanted so badly to taste of that forbidden fruit.

I mentioned her rebellious side, and it decided to show itself again. The day her mother’s things will be packed on the truck I was hot and muggy, and we were both working up a sweat moving things. As I watched Stephanie head through the door carrying a box, the sun shining in, it shown across her upper body and the beads of perspiration glistening on her alabaster skin and instantly clicked on my sexual desires for her. The last thing I needed while loading boxes was a boner sticking through my shorts.

I could tell she was irritable because it was such a hot day, and when I asked her to move some of the boxes she snapped at me and said “do it your damn self!” I was floored…..I never expected my little 15 year old princess to talk to me that way!

It was only then that I realized how close to being irritable I was, because I got instantly irritated, and in the subsequent seconds many thoughts raced through my mind……I had lost my marriage, my wife, the greatest piece of ass I’d ever had, and the mother to my daughter all at once, and it was because of my little girl’s flip mouth.

Of course I knew that was a completely incorrect and ridiculous thing to think, but in the hot weather, sweating my brains out, working like a fool to get that woman’s stuff out of the house, I reacted gratuitously.