“Jesus, you fucking animal, that was a $30 bra!” she was breathing heavily, her eyes a little hazy, “I don’t care, that was fucking hot. Your bicep got all big.”
I just stood above her, hoping she wouldn’t let me continue.
“Move back for a sec.”
I complied. She rose up, her tits dangling as she stood. She leaned into me, letting my cock press against her panties. Without breaking eye contact, she flipped the switch on the sauna and shut the glass door.
“Lay down.”
I did as she said, and I could feel the heat start to rush from the coals. She straddled me, still wearing panties.
“Aaahh, so happy we’re OK now,” she cooed, rubbing my cock against her, “I was afraid you’d act like a dick and we couldn’t hang out like this. But you’ve been cool.”
I felt her moist heat even as the sauna rose to an insane temperature. No matter how I had acted in the past, I didn’t want to become addicted to sex with my daughter. Even if this felt like a “good” consequence, I could see a million reasons why it was all very, very bad. Apparently she did as well.
“Let’s go over the reasons why I shouldn’t put this inside me.” She said, pressing her hand into my cock so the length rested against her crotch as she rubbed against me. She looked me dead in the eye.
“Sex with my dad is wrong,” she said smiling, my cock a few inches from her pussy, “Sex with my dad is wrong.”
Her body quivered and she sort of smiled, “Let’s see what else? It would ruin mom and break her heart if she ever found out. But she won’t. I could get addicted to this and not seek out other boys, who are supposed to court me, and seduce me, and marry me, all because of how I look. I know I don’t give a shit about any of that. Hmmmm, whaatt eellseee…”
She was having trouble speaking. Something immense was welling up inside her,
“I could get pregnant and fuck up royally. Not take any birth control, not get an abortion. Give birth to some Kentucky trailer-looking retard baby, screw my body and brain up forever by giving birth to paw-paw’s baby. Hmmm…But it’s not the 1950s so we’re good there. Ooohhhh…”
A shaking pelvis ground into the base of my cock. It belonged to a girl whom I teached bike riding to at the age of 10. Now she was riding me, and I felt terrible about it.
“The psychological effects, surely there will be some. They’d keep me from empathizing with normal people who don’t get off on any old cock…the ones who don’t look at their dads like human dildos, but hey…some dads beat their kids. Some dads burn them with cigarettes when their infants…could be worse…”
Her eyes found mine again.
“Rip the panties off.”
With two hands I reached forward and ripped the front in half with little effort. She closed her eyes and gasped again, loving the display as I ripped apart the lace. When her hips moved forward, the head of my dick was at her entrance. She stayed in that position for awhile and sort of gyrated on it. I watched her tits gently sway as she did so, and felt more turned on. Even if I felt some dread, I was a red-blooded man and wanted to thrust forward. She pulled away.
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