RyanHe was there again, just like he had been. The night was dark, and the tent flickered with the dying light of the fire. His daughter, Emily, gripped his cock in her hands. She was staring at him, with a lustful gaze. He was close to spitting his load all over her hands. The very thought of getting his sticky semen on her burned his cock like fire. His eyes flashed opened.His daughter wasn’t there. His wife breathed deeply next to him, sound asleep. Ryan’s cock, however, was fully engorged. So much so it hurt. Precum already soaked through the boxers he had worn to bed. Had that night been a dream. Ryan shook his head – he couldn’t think like that. He ran a hair through his peppered hair and rolled out of bed. Sweat beaded around his chest, and his beer gut shook as he hit the ground. He looked at the flabby skin in disgust. 225 pounds of fat dad.He needed to see her through – his daughter. He quietly snuck out of the room, as not to wake Susan. He stopped momentarily in front of his daughter’s pink door. It had a sparkly sign saying “welcome”. His cock throbbed in his pants. He opened the door slowly and closed the door behind him with a soft click. There she was. Her beautiful youthful face seemed peaceful, her eyes closed. The sheets were pulled back enough to see the lumps of her breasts beneath her tank top.Ryan approached, carefully. Reaching out a hand and gently touching Emily’s breast. The lump beneath his hand, the curves, boiled beautiful anxiety in his soul. He pulled his hand away, and careful lifted her shirt. There were her pert breasts, the nipples soft and dark against her white flesh. He dared not go further. His right hand grabbed his cock as he stared at Emily’s pasty white skin. Each stroke brought a fiery wave to him. His cock yearned for more than just his own touch. He remembered hers, from the dream.Her hands were neatly placed above the pillow – her sleeping posture was beautiful. A single touch wouldn’t hurt her. He guided his cock towards her face and touched the head to her cheek. He gasped as the warmth of her flesh brought forth a pulsing wave of precum, which oozed onto her face. He gritted his teeth and pulled away, leaving a glossy paste on the side of her face. A bit of him!Oh god, the base of his cock yearned to release his load onto her., He began to jerk on his cock again, each stroke building the pressure. He placed his arm on the bed frame to maintain his balance and stroked harder. His balls swelled with cum – cum for Emily. He stroked harder and harder. A roar of pleasure surged over his body, causing him to grunt, and stumble. His seven-inch cock jumped in his hand and tendrils of hot white cum burst from his head, as his foreskin lubricated his cocks smooth head. Cum spilled down his shaft and dripped onto the floor. A single tendril leaped from his cock onto Emily’s arm, draping şişli escort itself over her skin, and glistening in the moonlight pouring through the window.He came to his senses and looked down at Emily, whose eyes were open. He gasped, a shot of anxiety bolted through him. He stepped backward bolting through his daughter’s door. He all about slammed the door behind him. He slipped back into his room, his slick cock back ion his boxers, sliding around in the juices it still spilled from its tip.“Is everything okay?” Susan asked.“Yeah,” Ryan replied, “Its all fine.”A single little lie – god if Emily saw him what would she say? Ryan crawled back into bed, wondering if his life was finally over. EmilyShe gently cupped her bare breast with her hand, relieving the pressure of where her father had touched it. It felt good. She felt his sticky precum on the side of her face, her heart pounded the side of her chest as she slid a finger over it, scooping up the liquid, and then sucking her finger clean. There was a beautiful salty taste that filled her mouth with longing. Her free hand slid down her body, to her aching clit. When she had opened her eyes, she saw his penis in all its glory, and then it had exploded, beautifully. She could smell it.Her clit was already swollen and moist as her fingers passed over it. A wet well of extasy that drew a moan from her lisp as she touched it. A tightness grew around her hips, a deep desire for relief as she lay upon her bed. She squeezed her sex between her fingers, wet liquid spilled over her fingers as she gasped. She didn’t want her fingers inside her, she wanted her father inside her – she wanted to feel his cock thrust into her. Her body vibrated with the thoughts as her pussy ached for her attention.She toyed with her opening, slipping her middle finger around it. She so wanted her father inside her, to feel his body inside hers – to feel the cock that gave her life throbbing with herself. She let out a moan and plunged her middle finger inside her in place of the cock she wanted there. Her juices spilled from her pussy as her finger delved into the velvet warmth of her body. She gasped and moaned as she rocked her hips against her own fingers. She wanted her father to hear her, to come back. She moaned a little louder.She tried for a second finger, slipping it past her first. Her body pushed against it, squeezing her two fingers together as her body-built pressure within the bottom of her cervix like a balloon waiting to pop. Pulling all her muscles towards her center, between her legs. Her hand was all but soaked. The sweet release was just out of reach – a third finger or more speed. She denied herself, feeling the pleasure of denial – imagining her father on top of her, kissing her – suckling on her nipples with tender desire.The thought coursed through her, and she slipped şişli escort bayan a third finger in. It was all she could take as she lifted her hips against the pressure within. She screamed as her pussy clamped around her fingers, pulsating around them. She let out a little cry as her moisture dripped from inside her. Her free hand gripped her breast, squeezing it to the near point of pain. Then her orgasm had passed, and she took a deep breath letting her fingers fall from her cunt, leaving a moist spot on the bed below her. As she slid her hand out of her underwear, she felt her thong soak up some of the liquid, becoming cold and wet against her slit.She still wished her father had been there, but her own mind would have to suffice. Some may call it wrong to desire your father so completely – but who was she to argue with her feelings. Who was anyone? She was eighteen and capable of making her own damn decisions. She let her breath go, the last sputter of her orgasm and then sat up in bed, pulling her tank top down over her body again.She sat there for a while, breathing, as the sweat soaked through her tank top. Her hand fell in a string of her father’s Jizz that he had left on her covers. She rubbed her finger in it, though it was cold and sticky now. Why didn’t he wake her and ask – it wasn’t like she hadn’t made the first moves back in Glacier. Her father just kept pretending it hadn’t happened. Her phone buzzed bringing her out of her reverie. She looked at the caller – Kim.The dawn had just begun to cast light into her room. Only Kim would call at the crack of dawn. She slid the green phone button to answer.“Hey Kim,” Emily said.“Hey M, you out a breath? Mourning run?”“Kinda,” Emily didn’t want to explain further.“Cool, cool. Look I got the bestie vibe and sensed you wanted to talk.”‘At 5 am in the morning?” She asked.“Why not? You weren’t sleeping.”Emily shrugged, “Fair enough – guess my father doesn’t, I dunno, want me.”“He’s your dad – he terrified he is doing the wrong thing. He’s also a dude – and dudes think with two heads. You just gotta speak to both.”“I woke up to him masturbating to me?”“Girl, you good!” Kim sighed, “He digs you – just gotta make sure he knows its all cool. Your sis is at camp, right?”“Yeah, EB is at camp – mom will be pulling a late shift at the hospital, I guess I can talk to dad today. But he and mom – how do we deal with that?”“Well if she isn’t into threesomes …” She sighed, “Eventually his feelings for you will break them apart. Sorry.”“That sucks.” Emily felt the weight of that burden – not that mom had been very nice to anyone lately.“Okay,” Kim sighed, “When you’re ready, just make sure your dad gets you, you know, knocked up. That’ll be the moment. Don’t do it till your ready.”Emily felt the words hit her like a freight train. Her hand touched her stomach instinctively. mecidiyeköy escort Have a child with dad? The idea excited her but also frightened her. That was a scary prospect – generally. But to shred the family like that? Oh god. Ever since mom had that fling with the principle my dad had worked so hard to win her affections back – and now Emily stood to destroy all his hard work. Plus, mom and dad had already separated once. Maybe this was meant to be.“Thanks, Kim,” Emily said.They talked about less pressing subjects until the sounds of life entered the house once more. Emily hung up with Kim. The smell of Bacon reached her nose. She didn’t want to go out though and see mom. That was too difficult, knowing what Emily wanted to do. RyanThe memories from last night came roaring back as Emily stepped into the room. She was gorgeous, wearing her pink bathrobe. She had run a comb through her blond hair and the pink tank top below was still visible – the one she had worn to bed. She slipped across the floor onto the table, where she sat down. Ryan felt his member respond to her presence, aching in his jeans. He pulled his plaid shirt down to ensure it covered his beer belly. Anxiety burned within him, were they about to talk about last night? What would he say?Emily took a bite of bacon, “Mom gone to work?”Ryan nodded. “Yep.” He turned his attention to the newspaper.“So,” Emily smiled, “House to ourselves?”Ryan nodded again. “Mmhmm,” Was his only reply.“It was kind of rude of you to cum on my body last night and not even let me participate,” Emily gnawed on her bacon.Ryan’s heart did a double take and then stopped. He snorted in a deep breath to try and calm himself before putting down the paper.“What do you mean?”Emily pointed to her cheek and then arm, “You also missed me and got a lot on my bed. If you had woken me up earlier, I could have helped.”Emily swallowed the second slice of bacon whole. Ryan sat up straight and cleared his throat. She was calling him out on his behavior – but the quirky smile on her face was not how he had seen this going. After a moment, he composed himself and tried to find some dignity.“You’re not upset?”Emily shook her head, “NO – I made moves on you in Glacier dork?” She gave him a flirty smile. “Remember the tent?”Ryan did, “My feelings for you can’t be known, M. Its wrong and what happened was terrible.”His head spun with all the terrible things he knew were a part of the feelings he had for his daughter. The very thought of her brought emotions to his core that were so disturbing and so wrong. His marriage was in near shambles – Susan had already filed the divorce papers once – he had done everything in his power to keep the family together, but for who? Him? Emily? Elizbeth?Emily slid out of her chair and walked towards her dad, stuffing some toast down as she walked. Ryan put the paper down and leaned forward – this conversation had to happen. He had to break things off with his own daughter? How fucking awful a human being do you have to be to get here? He took a deep breath and prepared to break his own heart and hers.