He had to frequently gasp for breaths.He had to frequently gasp for breaths. He felt his erection stiffen as Meg chatted on. And then she noticed his hard-on. "Gee, daddy, I have gotten you all excited," she said. "Least I could do is take care of that for you," she offered. "Baby, we really shouldn't even be talking like this. I am your dad and what we are doing is not right. Even thinking about it isn't right," he told her. "Daddy, I know girls that do it with their dads. I mean, like, I have done it with guys that I didn't really even like just because they were cute. So what is wrong with doing it with my Daddy who I love. And, in case you're wondering, I am on the pill." "But darling, uh," he protested vainly. It would do no good. She knew he was sexually aroused and now she was going to pursue the matter. "Maybe if we just keep talking. Maybe I could do it to myself, masturbate, and you could watch, if you want to." "I could do a strip show for you... I did it for these boys when I was in the 8th grade. It was a blast." John was too far gone to say anything more in protest. He knew now that he was going to have some sort of sexual encounter with his beautiful teenage daughter, it was just a matter of how far it would go. "Let's go in my room... someone could see in the window from the beach," he told her. She led the way, and the sight of her firm round buns inside her short denim skirt made him even hotter. When they reached his room, she turned on the stereo, adjusted the track lighting and stood in front of the mirrored sliding closet doors. As John sat on the bed, she started to swing her hips from side to side and dance in a grinding rhythm. She reached down to the bottom of her skirt and slowly slid it up her long legs. When she had it almost up to her crotch she grinned and turned slowly around giving him a long look at her lucious, tanned thighs, before raising it all the way to her waist so that her dad had a nice view of the light blue cotton bikini panties underneath. |