1. Fishing Trip


    Date: 9/29/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Incest, Male/Teen Female, Author: Mystic47, Rating: 87.5, Source: sexstories.com

    engulfed my womb. I reached my arms up so he could lift me to the boat, when he did my eyes were locked on the hefty bulge that his wet blue briefs formed around, I was staring at his cock and the image of it hard slammed into my womb and added more fuel to the growing flames. I grabbed my shirt and tossed it over my shoulders to warm me but the evaporating drops of lake water caused me to shiver so I reached for him and wrapped my arms around him then plastered my body against his to warm up. My breasts were pressed against the broad field of his chest muscles, my stomach caressing his. He rested his hands on the rise of my butt and held me until the shivers stopped. When I broke apart from him he was looking down into my eyes and I saw a moment of pure feral lust in them. I recognized it, I wanted it. My heart thudded heavily as my blood raced; I wasn't wary, I wasn't self-conscience, I didn't avoid his eyes. In less than a second I knew I could fuck my father. The fire in my loins spread to the entrance of my body, she swelled and began to seep. I don't know if dad felt the same way but my day passed as if I were on a date. I caught myself flirting with him, offering coy comments, brushing against arms and hands when the opportunity arose. In turn he seemed more animated, more focused on me than on fishing or the boat. The day passed quickly but at the same time it was agonizingly long hours before the sun set. I couldn't eat my dinner, I just pushed it into small piles ...
    as we talked. I didn't want to boldly strip naked and throw myself into his arms but I fervently hoped he would make a pass at me. It would only take one, just the right touch or suggestion no matter how small would get me into bed with him. It came from an angle I wasn’t expecting. I was in bed when he pulled the quilt wall aside then sat next to me, he had a picture in his hand. “Have you seen this picture?” he asked. I took it from him and in the dim light I saw my mother sitting on a beach in a bikini smiling into the camera. I'd never seen the picture before. “That's mom only very young, how old was she?” “Seventeen. I took that picture on our first date, we were at the park at Scotch Lake. I fell like a tree in the forest for her and asked her to marry me fifteen minutes after I took this. I was serious but she thought I was just trying to get into her pants and managed to hold me off for four years.” “You dated for four years before she let you?” “No, sweetheart, she married me four years later. We did manage to get together a few times before that” he said with a wistful smile. I was a little puzzled why he was showing me a picture of my mother I’d never seen before until he said “I was watching you today and every move you made, every turn of your head or smile on your lips took me back to the day in this picture. You were your mother, you became her in my mind and I fell in love with her all over again.” “Maybe you were feeling the memories, or maybe you missed her ...
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