I came again. Once again, deep inside her. I groaned and pushed to the bottom, as if my body instinctively wanted to shove my cock through her cervix and deposit my seed directly into her womb. My baby girl squealed hoarsely underneath me, hardly having any voice left. Her face looked so beautiful – flushed red and moist with sweat, with a strained expression like she was in a constant state of orgasm.
I collapsed on top of her, completely drained. I let go of her legs and our sweaty bodies just intertwined, a mass of gooey flesh. I had never felt closer to Alisha than at that moment. This forbidden love was something we shared now, a secret between father and daughter. I gave her a kiss and fell asleep.
I woke an hour later, feeling dizzy and dehydrated. The covers and sheets were all sticky and messed up, partly thrown on the floor. I crawled out of bed and stumbled downstairs to my own room. There I grabbed the water bottle my wife usually kept on her table. I drank it all and fell asleep again. When I once again came to consciousness, it was Saturday afternoon. I stumbled out of bed and went to the bathroom, realizing on the way just how stiff and sore I felt. It was like I had played football the day before.
After a long, relaxing shower, I went to find some breakfast. Well, lunch, strictly speaking. I couldn’t remember having slept in this long since I was a student. Not that I could remember having had such a wild sexual escapade recently either, so I guess that was fair. Ava and I had a great sex life, but I seemed to remember it was more exciting when we first met. Back then, it felt new and special, like we were on a journey of discovery together. We also hid it from our parents for a long while, sneaking off to do it in secret locations while our family were in the other room. This felt kind of like that. Definitely taboo, definitely secret.
I whipped up some bacon and eggs, taking my time at the kitchen table, eating sandwiches and having several cups of coffee. For the first hour, I couldn’t see Alisha anywhere, but then I heard noises upstairs. Thumps and steps, then a door closing, then the shower turning on. She had slept even longer than I had. Small wonder – it had been pretty exhausting for her as well, even though I had been on top. Besides, it wasn’t too unusual for a teen like her to sleep in.
When she finally came downstairs, I once again felt a bit embarrassed. Once again, I felt like we really shouldn’t have done what we had done. Being the adult, I was the one who should have stopped before things went too far, and I felt ashamed that I had lost control like that. That I had done such a nasty, filthy thing with my own daughter. That I had allowed my primal instincts, my urges, to take control over my own rational mind so completely. I had become a grunting beast, only thinking of one thing.
Looking back, it was like she hadn’t been my daughter at all. During that mad, crazy fuck, I had reduced her to nothing but a hole for me to shove my cock into. She hadn’t even been a woman to me – just a thing for me to fuck. I hadn’t considered her needs or wants, I had just followed my own primal urges, using her body for my own pleasure. That was a thing I did with my wife, who loved it… but I didn’t want to treat my daughter like that. Did I? Well, it’s not like she protested – she even encouraged me. Man, it’s like we had both lost our minds.