Hang out, of course

You follow Karina into her room, taking your seat on her bed, against the wall. You run your hands across her worn comforter, the dark grey color of the blanket contrasting sharply with your skin. She fidgets at her dresser, taking her earrings out and replacing them in their case, as well as her necklace, so you quickly check your phone. A relationship update is available. Your heart sings, while your stomach lurches at what you read.

Karina: Affection 30 (+12). Love: 51 (+7). Lust: 28 (+22).

You put your phone away, unwilling to look at it further. Your daughter is horny, for you. And you are alone in her room, on her bed, at night, with her in a sexy dress. This is only going to end one way, and you know it, but you are unwilling to leave. Unable. She calls to you, not only physically, but emotionally. How many nights have you spent alone, despite the body next to you? How many caresses have been swatted away? You are hungry for this connection, and so is Karina. The universe demands it.

"What do you want to do?" you ask, your eyes transfixed on your daughter's rounded ass as she opens a drawer and bends over. The hem of her dress slides up her malleable thighs, but not enough. Still, her magnificent rear is a treat all on its own. She closes the dresser and walks over to the bed, where you sit, and wiggles onto the comforter beside you, leaning against the wall and resting her head on your shoulder. Her blond curls fall across your chest. She reaches behind her pillow and turns on her lights - Christmas lights strung across her ceiling that cast the room in a pale, warm glow, while turning off her lamp.

"Talk," she begins. "I had a lot of fun tonight, daddy. Like, more than I've had in a long time. It was nice getting to see you, all by myself, for a few hours. The food was delicious too, and so was our cake. And our kiss, for that matter. Even though we only went on one date together, I feel so connected to you now. As if we are catching up for all of the time we couldn't spend together before. I hope we can do it again soon."

"I'm glad I got to spend some time with you dear, but we need to talk about that kiss. It was not appropriate for me to do that. I should not have kissed you back. I'm sorry, dear. I won't do it again. I won't take advantage of you like that. I'm your father - I can't do that to you. It's too -"

"You won't? Dad, I am a grown woman. I'm eighteen. I can kiss who I want. I have lips, tits, and an ass, and I can do what I want with them, with who I want. You are not taking advantage of me. I'm not some innocent little girl. Tell me honestly, did you not like it? Do you not find me attractive? You told me I am beautiful."

She's guilt-tripping you, and you know it. She knows you know it. But it isn't about that. You both already know your heart is in it, as well as your cock. She needs only convince your brain to join, just for a second, and then it will be too late.

"I... Yes, I did. You know I think you're beautiful. You know that."

"And did you not like the feeling of me pressing against you?"

"You know the answer to that, too."

"Then what are you worried about?"

"It's not right. You're my daughter."

"That's right. I'm your daughter. And who else is better to take care of you than me? Who else loves you as I do? Even if you find a girlfriend, it isn't the same. She'll be new, foreign. You don't have anyone else. We both know mom won't do it. That leaves me. And I want to do it. I'm here for you, daddy, just like you're here for me. Anything you need, I'm here for it. I love you, and I want to take care of you. It will make me happy."

Her eyes meet yours again, and you know you have lost the battle. She is too beautiful, too alluring... too right. The app may have twisted you both, creating some incestuous beast within your soul, but it feels right. The universe is demanding that you set aside your concerns, and you are no longer able to fight it. Being with Karina feels so natural, as though she had always been this way and you are only now discovering it, like a child learning to run.

You meet her gaze, staring into her soft eyes, and a familiar blush blossoms on her cheeks, her breathing shortening into quick gasps. Her eyes close, yet again, and she leans into you. This time, you lean back, with no reservations and no regrets. Your lips touch in a supernova of emotion, and your sinking stomach settles, while your soaring heart soars higher still. It feels right, as if you were meant for this. As if she were meant for this.

She pushes against your lips, her own hunger beginning to rear its head. She leans into you, rising onto one knee as she wraps her arms around your neck. Your hands drift to her waist, dancing the waltz along her side and drawing a faint whimper from her, and one drifts a little lower, caressing the smooth fabric covering her ass. You pause as your fingers press into the plush flesh beneath, another whimper escaping her lips at your touch. You trace a finger down the supple skin, carving a furrow of flesh in your wake, enjoying every sensation of her beneath your exploring hand. She moans into your mouth in response, her kissing increasing in intensity and passion. The sensation of your daughter's ass in your hand is too much, and your cock roars to life in your slacks, fervently fighting to be free, bulging against its cage.

You feel something begin to test itself against your lips, searching for entry, and realize it is Karina's tongue. You open the gates to your mouth a little, her tongue invading and attacking you with a savage fury. You defend, blocking and twirling around it, trying to launch a counter against her, sneaking yours into her mouth and caressing her suddenly recoiling tongue, a moan vibrating your interlocked lips as the smell of lavender flares your nostrils. Her head twists and turns against yours, her hands sliding up and down your chest, searching for something, everything, and her leg straddles across your waist. She slides over, bearing her weight on her legs, as she continues to **** her tongue into your mouth, slowly sitting down onto your lap. You feel something warm and inviting press into your raging erection, even though the layers of fabric, and blink open your eyes.

Karina straddles you, her wet pussy soaking through a tantalizing burgundy thong and coating your slacks in her juices, her dress having ridden up over the top of her plump ass. Her smooth skin shines in the twinkling overhead lights like some heavenly angel, her blonde hair twinkling against the light as though she just came down from above. She pulls off of your lips, lining her thick labia over the rail of your cock, and begins to roll her hips against you, forcing her aching pussy around you and drawing faint moans from your lips and hers, a thin barrier of cloth the only thing between you, limiting rapture to mind-numbing pleasure.

Your hands drift back to her ass, no longer scared to explore, caress and touch her. The thick bare flesh feels warm beneath your hands, inviting you in for more, and you accept. You knead her ass cheeks, pulling and spreading them as your daughter grinds her pussy against your cock, eliciting steady moans from her. The malleable flesh bends to your whim, shaping itself to your touch, smoldering beneath your hands. The pleasure courses through you, and you grab her more forcefully, your hands greedily sinking into her ass cheeks as the soft flesh surrounds them, pushing against them and begging for more. The sensation of her nubile form atop of you dances along your cock, your orgasm building, your vision narrowing and darkening at the feeling of your daughter's pussy rubbing so violently against you. Her kisses fade, all of her energies focusing on the movement of her hips, and she leans into your ear with a whisper.

"See, daddy. I can take care of you. I will take care of you. Whatever you need."

The words are too much - they send you careening over the edge, your orgasm pounding through every cell of your body, and you **** as you feel your cock shooting load after load of hot semen into your underwear. You **** Karina's hips still as it happens, a heavy moan escaping your lips, and she grins at you.

"Guess you can't say a kiss is weird now, can you?" she teases, planting one final, passionate kiss on your lips, before sliding off of your lap and standing at the edge of the bed. Her dress still rises up, and you have a clear sight of her barely covered pussy. The seductive thong is caught between her opalescent lips, **** there by her grinding, the sheer material drenched with her juices. They run down the side of her leg, coating her with lubricant, proving you were not the only one enjoying the evening. Your daughter is wet for you. Overpoweringly wet. The thought sends another shock down your spine that yes - this is real - your daughter just ground her wet, aching pussy against you until you came. And you both loved it.

You expect her teasing to stop there, for her to tell you to leave, or anything, but you are wrong. She grabs her tight dress and pulls it overhead, finally revealing her body to you in all of its glory. Her firm, delicious breasts stare at you, her small pink nipples hard as rocks, tantalizing treats that you yearn to taste and feel in your grasp. She turns, slowly revealing the rest of her voluptuous body to you, as she pulls and teases her nipples, giggling and sensually swaying her hips in the dim light. She dances, spinning around until only her ass faces you. You savor every second of it, and then some. The thin thong sinks between her two plump cheeks, barely visible, tangled and creased from the damage it suffered.

Karina bends over, just a little, her thong drawing tight against her, revealing her pussy and asshole to you, barely concealed beneath the drenched cloth. She runs a finger down her abdomen, into her thong, and straight into her sopping pussy with an audible squelch. Her hand bulges against the thong, barely revealing her hungry lips to you, greedily sucking on the finger she fed them before it slides away. She turns back to you. It is quick, shocking, and fucking sexy as hell.

"Thanks for taking me on a date, daddy. I hope you had fun tonight. Let's do it again, soon."

She gives you a wink, grabs a towel from her dresser, wraps it around her body, and disappears into the hallway outside of her door. You sit on her bed, dumbfounded at what had happened between you two, staring at the place where only moments prior, your date had been. You check your phone, dreading and anticipating what it will say.

Karina: Affection 30 (+0). Love: 56 (+5). Lust: 40 (+12).

This time, shame or confusion no longer fill you. Only love and lust. Love for your daughter. Lust for the beautiful, intoxicating woman she has become. You roll off of the bed and head to your room to sleep.
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