Everything was quiet. She let me stand there, ogling her. Her bra rose and fell as she breathed. Some women look better in lingerie than they did naked. My daughter looked good in both states of dress.
“You can come here and you can stand between my legs. But you can’t say anything or touch me unless I ask you something.”
I shook my head, “That’s a bad idea. Let’s just talk.”
She sighed, “You owe me. Rapist.”
Defeated, I walked forward and did as she said. My cock was at the same level as her mouth. Unlike my blind lust before, I had real trepidation about repeating this again. She was my daughter, and I had made an awful mistake.
“You told me what you thought of me. I get to tell you now,” she said. She spoke slowly, in halting words, soaking in our newly close proximity. “I think you look kind of old in the face, but you have nice eyes. I notice a lot of things about you now that I didn’t before last week. Like your smile, and your hair. I like your smell now, I liked it before but now I want to smell it for different reasons.”
She looked me over, “Your body is OK. A lot of older guys look gross, but you don’t have a gut and I like all your chest hair. Girls say they don’t like hairy guys, but they do. And I wish you would shave your pubic hair.”
It took her a bit of time, but she rested on her elbows and looked at my cockhead.
“I know your cock is gross looking, I know it in my mind. But…I know what it can do to me, and I know I can have it as much as I want. I feel really warm and kind of crazy when I think that you live with me, and all it takes to start feeling good is taking our pants off and putting…that…in me. I feel like I would rather do that more than anything else, and it’s been bugging the shit out of me.”
She sort of squirmed, “And I know I’m not supposed to touch it. But I want to. And I have to fight not to. Your hands are great too. It’s actually good that they’re older, I like the way they look weathered. And it felt good when you held me, like I was really safe. It made me feel less weird once we got going, and I want you to hold me like that again.”
Her confessions were turning me on. I don’t think I’d ever had a more frank discussion with another human being before.
“Don’t say it, but think about what you’d do to me next. Don’t go all the way, just the first thing you would do if you wanted to be inside me again. The thing all the other men in the world want to do when they see me, like this. Or even if I was fully clothed. The first thing.”
I already had it in my head.
“Do you have it?”
“Mmmhmmm,” I grunted in reply.
She smiled, sort of presenting herself to me.
“Do it.”
In one motion, I reached forward and ripped the front of her bra clean off. It was an old parlor trick I learned in my frat days. She was shocked and gasped in response, cooing. Her breasts fell to the side slowly as the tension of the bra gave way. One of her nipples escaped and my eyes darted to it. For a time, she had her eyes closed, and looked vulnerable as a dead leaf. I wanted to tear into her.
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