I pulled back and looked at her searchingly. “Where’d you learn how to kiss?” I asked her bluntly.
She didn’t even pause to think about it. “Mom taught me.”
My eyes widened. “You and…?”
My daughter giggled again. “What, Mom and me? Together? No. Sorry, Dad, but we never quite got to that point. She didn’t want to cross that line until I turned eighteen. But she did teach me how to kiss. It was nice. One of the things I miss most about her, actually.”
I smirked and leaned back against the sofa cushions, remembering her. “Yeah. She could kiss like she was tasting your soul and pouring some of hers into you at the same time.”
Amity perked up at that. “Yes! That’s exactly how it felt! I couldn’t think of the words to describe it, but that’s it exactly!”
We both sighed deeply at the memory of our wonderful, sexy, amazing mother. “She taught you well,” I said finally.
Amity slid back on the couch arm so that her feet could touch the floor and leaned against it with one elbow perched and rested her chin against her palm. “She would’ve wanted to see this, I think.”
As my breathing slowed and I was able to get my head back into reality, I nodded soberly. “Possibly, yes.”
Amity guffawed. “No. She definitely would’ve wanted to see us get together. She told me as much.”
Then I looked at her uncertainly. “She did?”
“She never talked to you about it?”
I shook my head. “Never. That’s part of why I was so reluctant to give in,” I answered. “I didn’t want to betray her.”
Amity leaned across to me and kissed me again. It wasn’t as long this time, but it was heartfelt. When our lips parted, she smiled. “Dad, I’m telling you, she wanted us to be together. She told me everything. How to seduce you. How to love you. How to take care of you. In everything. She knew that she wouldn’t be around forever, that sooner or later her time would come. And she wanted me to be there for you, to give you the same love that you gave to her.” She kissed me softly then and stood up. “I should probably get myself cleaned up.” She came around to stand in front of me so that I could see the mess I’d made of her nether regions. If I hadn’t just cum for the second time that day, I’d probably have gotten another erection at the sight before me. “See?”
Indeed I could. Rivulets of my white seed poured down her inner thighs, leaving two small trails of greasy cum. She reached down and scooped some of it onto her fingers. Keeping her eyes locked onto mine, she brought her cum-laden fingers to her mouth and tasted our mix. “Mmm,” she said sultrily. “Better than I imagined.” With that, she turned and made off for her shower and said over her shoulder, “By the way, I’m sleeping with you tonight.”
It wasn’t a suggestion and certainly not up for debate.
Not that I’d offer up much of an argument anyway.
And, just like that, I realized that her question from months before had finally been answered. Yes, I most definitely had fallen in love with my daughter.
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