Bed time, together

((That evening))

We'd washed up and cleaned up, no sense leaving evidence of our new affair that mom, or anyone for that matter, could find. The rest of the afternoon and evening we spent doing typical father/daughter stuff, pizza, watch a movie, the only real give-away was that we cuddled a bit closer then a normal couple might, and my kiss before I went to bed was not a daughter's kiss, there was too much of a sexual undercurrent for it to be any other.

He escorted me to my bedroom, guess he was going to bed as well, giving me a chaste kiss, though how his hand lingered on my ass, I knew he was aroused. And standing there in my room, I wondered why we should sleep alone, what if I wanted to sleep with my father, in both the sexual, and practical sense? I wanted him to enjoy this, and how better then a silken nightie? I found one I thought would work, and silently tip-toed down the hall. Dad had left the door open a little, that was an invite right?

I knew as we settled into his bed that I'd guessed right, and as we cuddled, dad wanted to know where I got a women's nightie. I told him mom took me shopping, a women deserved women's clothes, not a girl's. Little did she know, or me for that matter, that John would be the first to see me in this. The love we made was a lot slower paced, the first two times had a sort of pent up lusty feeling about them but now, in the slow silence of the evening, between the sheets of my paent's bed, we made love.

I'd describe the love we made that evening, but it was slow and drawn out. Dad used every trick in the book to give me a memorable time. By the time he'd finished priming my pussy with his tongue, his lips, his fingers, I was half way to orgasm, my pussy as moist and ready as any women could be. So when he slid home, sinking that wonderful veiny, incestuous cock in between my pussy lips, I was ready for it. I could feel every inch of that bare cock as he slid home, balls resting against my ass, before he began a slow thrusting inside me. I moved with him, the sinuous rhythm of slow lovemaking taking us to places I'd never been. We talked as we made love, I wanted this to continue after mom came back, if we could be discrete and not get caught that was.

We fucked into the early morning, dad showing me new positions, some easier, some harder, but all worked as we made love. Several times he came in me, each time adding to the army of sperm that invaded my womb, making the likely hood of a pregnancy all the greater. And so close to ovulation, neither of us realized how dangerous this was. It was only after he'd cum for a third or fourth time, that we both collapsed in each other's arms, exhausted, our lust sated for now.