1. It Was an Accident, Honest!


    Date: 5/30/2015, Categories: Fantastic, Male / Females, Oral Sex, Romance, Written by women, Young, Author: geilkoekje11, Rating: 85.3, Source: sexstories.com

    immediate aftermath of the second 'accident'. Me, I reached into my panties under my skirt and fingered myself to a climax. It took all of forty-five seconds to reach orgasm, I was so primed! I deduced that the truck ride/lap dance over the rough road, had stirred up erotic feelings in my father. Such lewd thoughts which he had hidden and never shared, but none the less had allowed to be fantasized when he jerked off. He had to be horny, as mom had been gone close to two years. I knew they had had a good sex life until she got sick, so make that better than thirty months for his celibacy. Poor Daddy! I doubt that I could go that long. In fact, I was already chafing a bit for a chap, or even chomping at the bit for a chump, make that champ. Yeah, I could use the real thing, rather than the dildo I was doing. I had never thought of dad that way, until the erogenous ride. There's a 'pick-up' line; "Want to sit in daddy's lap, little girl?" However, as I sat in the car, having just diddled myself, thinking of my own father, who had been thinking of his own daughter and thinking things incestuous; it didn't sound so ridiculous - my (dirty) old man and little lonely me. Lust is a peculiar phenomenon. It has no logic, though it does have its reasons. Its power is sneaky and can blindside you when you least expect it. Once it has become manifest (man-ifest?) it is hard to resist. Once you have given in, it is so delicious, and even more difficult to give up. Combine that with true ...
    love, and it is overpowering. I did love my father, but now I lusted for him too. Knowing that he felt the same, made the situations incredibly irresistible. With things getting so hot, there was bound to be combustion; spontaneous, or at least sparked by an 'accident'. The burning yearning in my body was gathering strength, in short, I was in heat. "Heaven help us, when Hap has it in her head for something to happen, it usually does!" mother often would say. It's true, when my mind is made up; I have a way of somehow making the circumstances work to accomplish what I want. In this case, an 'innocent incident' that would lead to incest! The third accident could have happened even if I had not helped things. But I did, so I'm just a little guilty. Dad was painting the trim on the house. He did this about every three years. The last time was before mom took ill, and he decided that with me home, he wanted to gussy-up the place. He was out back, on a warm late spring day. It was sunny, so I wore my sun-suit, a bright yellow one piece shorts/halter top; like painters' overalls, but hemmed at the thighs. I asked dad what if he wanted a beer, he asked for ice-tea. When I brought it to him I put the glass to his left, on the board he was standing on. This was arranged between two ladders. It gave about four feet of height for him to work on the top of the window sills. He put the can of white paint on the top of the right ladder so he could move along from left to right. I watched him ...
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