I’m not sure how long we stayed like that, but our labored breathing finally subsided, and we slowly became aware of our surroundings and the havoc we had wreaked on the living room carpet. Luckily it was an area rug and we could have it cleaned. I began to giggle at the thought of my father taking it to the cleaner and explaining the stains all over it. Dad began to giggle too.
I rolled over in the puddle of cum-water, and sperm and sweat of our lovemaking, and kissed Dad. I was so happy. He didn’t seem unhappy, to say the least. We smiled and kissed again, and again, and again…
*
I always thought that no Halloween would ever compare to my twelfth spook-night. I was wrong.
Through my college education I lived at home with Dad. We made love as often and passionately as two people in love could ever want to. I held to my Tinker Bell promise that Halloween night. We made love every way one could imagine. Sometimes I would bring a girlfriend home from one of my classes and she would join in. Sometimes my Dad would bring a friend home and both would spend hours fucking me ten ways to Sunday. But our love was solid and strong, and he never called me, or thought of me as, a fucking whore .
And now to tell you what I’ve learned from all this.
I believe that any man who would fuck his, or any, child before the age of consent is a fucking bastard and should be locked up. I know that some reading this story will think…Eeeew! But I truly believe, as in my case, a daughter who is truly of age and loves her father and desires him in a sexual way, then she should tell him so, and as two adults they should make the decision to take the plunge or not. The only criteria to be considered is the depth of their love, not the relationship they bear to each other.
There! That’s my fucking two cents’ worth. I’m sure Tink would agree.
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