“Yeah, it’s really good.”
“What made you want to have sex?”
“It’s exciting. Makes me tingle.”
“Why did you want to have sex with your dad?”
“More tingle. Yeah. Tingle…”
I wasn’t sure what she meant, but it sounded familiar. Could she be talking about the same feeling I was feeling? That nervous tingling that started in the stomach and spread out everywhere whenever I thought about how wrong it was of me to have sex with my daughter? I was still distracted by the sight of her nakedness – her breasts stood up like two mounds on top of a hill as her chest rose and fell when she breathed. She just lay there, looking so pure and angelic, yet I knew that underneath, there was more to it.
I kept probing away, but I wasn’t able to get much more out of her. There was a limit to her responses while she was hypnotized; they were short and to the point, as if they should be self-explanatory. They probably were, in her mind. To an outsider, such responses don’t always make a whole lot of sense. I decided to be more direct, and to see if she could remember specifics.
“What made you decide to give your father a blowjob?”
“I wanted it. Mom gets it. I wanted it too, so I did it.”
“You just wanted it?”
“Yeah. I can get what I want. Do what I want.”
“Dad told you that?”
“Yeah. I wanna suck him off… so I do it.”
“Why do you want to?”
“I like the taste.”
“The taste?”
“Yeah… and when he moans.”
“Mhm..?”
“Moans for me, yeah.”
“He moans for you?”
“Yah, I’m doing it. I make him moan.”
“Uh-huh…”
“Then he cums for me. I make him. Then I tingle.”
“Right…”
At this point, I was hard as a rock. My horny brain had a million things on its ‘to do’-list, but I stuck to the things I had planned earlier. My hand reached out and started stroking her naked skin, touching her while I kept talking.
“Does it tingle here?” I asked, stroking her stomach.
“Yeah.”
“And here, in your chest…?”
“Yeah, tingles…”
I kept stroking her velvet skin all the way up to her neck, then moved down her arms and touched her all the way down to her fingertips. As it turned out, she was tingling everywhere. I kept going.
“You feel a soft touch slide down your belly… it’s exciting and makes you feel warm inside… Now down your thighs… down the inside of your knees… slowly down to your feet… You feel it tingling and it feels nice and warm…”
“Mmmmm…”
“You feel your father’s hands touching you…”
“Yes…”
“… and it makes you feel warm, relaxed and comfortable…”
“Mhm… more… want more…”
“You want more?”
“Yeah. Cock. I want…”
“You want cock?”
“Yeah. Dad’s.”
“Mhm…. and where do you want your father’s cock right now?”
“In my mouth, duh. Yeah. I want it in my mouth.”
She had her mouth open, breathing deeply, her tongue licking her lips. I didn’t think any more about it, I just stood up and pulled down my pants. At this point, there was a wet spot in my boxers.
I leaned over and positioned my cock right beside her head.
“Can you see his cock next to you? If you turn your head, you can find…”
She turned her head quickly and sucked me in before I could finish the sentence. I moaned immediately. The sensation of her wet mouth was just so beyond anything else, and the sight of my daughter lying there with my cock in her mouth made shivers go down my spine.