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“What was that?” I asked.

“I think her exact words were, 'I would SO fuck your father.' Anyway, good night, Dad.”

She left me to my thoughts.

The next morning, I was in the shower when Jamie came into the bathroom. “May I get in the shower with you?” she called from the direction of the toilet.

“Do you think that's a good idea? You have school,” I said.

“I meant to wash, you dirty old man,” she laughed, as she pulled back the curtain and joined me.

“That's how much hair you had to take off for your new suit?” I said, staring at her. Most of her pubic hair was gone. She had a landing strip of blond curls, but the rest of her was bare. Somehow, it made her slit look even smaller.

“No, my suit's nowhere near as daring as Kiersten's. I just got carried away.” She spread her legs and began rubbing her fingers lightly over her newly-bare skin. “I shaved what I needed to, and it felt so good when I rubbed my lotion on it, that I had to shave more. Do you like it?” She looked away from herself, and saw my thickening cock ratcheting up into position. “Oh, there's my answer,” she giggled.

She started to bathe. “I'm in kind of a hurry this morning. I want to put some gas in the car on the way to school, so I don't have to worry about it when I get out of there today. I can go to the clinic, take care of things, and still be home for dinner at our usual time.”

Watching her as she washed her hair, her arms movements making her firm breasts stretch and move, her pussy newly exposed to me, was making me aching hard.

She finished rinsing, and slid past me to get out of the shower. “I love you, Dad,” she said, pressing against me for a kiss. She stroked my manhood with her fingertips. “Save this for tonight if you can. I'll want it when I get home.”

I was making dinner that evening when Jamie came in.

“How did things go, honey?”

“I hate pelvic exams. Why do they keep the damn instruments in the freezer?” she asked, moving into my arms for a kiss.

She molded herself against my

body, and reached down to fondle me through my pants. “I think I need something to warm me up. Can you hold off dinner for a while?”

There was really no question in my mind about waiting for dinner. Not once she unzipped me and reached into my shorts to grasp my forming erection. Wordlessly, we went to my room. We undressed each other and slipped between the sheets.

No hesitation this time, no guilt, no fear. I held my beautiful naked daughter in my arms as we stroked each other. In no time, her newly-bare pussy was wet on my fingers, and I was leaking pre-cum all over her hand. This felt so right. So wonderful. I turned around in the bed, and we lay on our sides, pleasuring each other. The feel of her body, her remaining blond curls ticking my chin as I licked her, and the sensations from her mouth as she made love to my cock, seemed like something we had always done, and something we should always do.

When I mounted her this time, I was amazed yet again at how hot, wet, and tight she was. This time, she showed no discomfort. And again, this time, I filled her when her thrashing orgasm triggered mine.

I held myself inside her, still mostly hard, still thrusting gently into her as we kissed our way down from our high.

“Dad,” she asked, “why did you say this is wrong?”

“Can't imagine,” I answered.

“Neither can I,” she said. “Nothing that feels this good, with someone I love this much, can ever be wrong, can it?”

“Not everyone feels that way, honey,” I said.

“I know. Well, not everyone has a hot dad, either,” she giggled. “I mean, come on, you've met my friends' parents. Would YOU sleep with Melody's dad or Kiersten's? They're gross!”

“I don't know that I'd sleep with anyone's father, dear,” I deadpanned. “Now, some of the mom's out there might be a different story.”

“Oh my God, do you know what Melody told me today?” Jamie asked. “She caught her mom and dad doing it yesterday. They must have thought she wasn't home, 'cuz when she went past their room, the door was open. She said her mom was on her hands and knees and her dad was behind her. Melody say that's called “doggy-style,” cuz it's the way dogs do it when they're mating.”

The image of Melody's cute little mother, taking it from behind from her fat pig of a father, was both hot and disturbing. Idly, I wondered what it would be like to take his place. Melody got her looks from her mom. They were both hot as hell, little pixies with trim bodies, bright faces, and fiery red hair.

“Can we try that?” Jamie asked.

“Try what?”



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