Jacob gives his "daughter" Isabella Jr. a birthday kiss

Isabella Jr. is continuing to talk to Jacob, but he’s only half listening. He notices his hand is on Isabella Jr.’s bare thigh and he doesn’t know how it got here. “Birthday kiss” echoes in his mind. It’s just a birthday present – nothing serious. It’s the least a man can do for his daughter, he tells himself.

And then, almost in a fog, Jacob reaches up to Isabella Jr.’s chin and pull it towards him. His “daughter” opens her lips in anticipation and then they touch.

He keeps telling himself it’s just a little kiss, but then his “daughter’s” tongue is in his mouth and he’s touching it with his tongue. She sucks his tongue into her mouth, and neither one of them makes any more to break the kiss. Isabella Jr.’s hands grab his head and hold him in place as they run through his hair.

This is more than just a birthday kiss, but he doesn’t stop.

When they both finally need to breath, Isabella Jr. pulls her shirt over her head before her father can say anything. The sight of her large bouncing breasts freeze him. He was wrong. Seeing them through her thin shirt wasn’t essentially like seeing them naked. They were much, much better with no fabric covering them at all. Isabella Jr. put her father’s hands on her large breasts which we generous in both size and heft. My daughter has the world's best breasts, he thinks.

Isabella Jr. truly has amazing breasts. Jacob can hardly blame himself for falling prey to them, he tells himself.

Isabella Jr. is now in complete control. She pushes the man who thinks he is her daughter back on the bed and straddles him.

She takes one of his hands to her wet panties, “Feel how wet I am for you, daddy,” she says.

Jacob can’t decide is he’s the victim or the perpetrator as his daughter uses his fingers to pull aside her panties and pushes two of his fingers inside her very wet cunt.

“Daddy!” Isabella Jr. moans as his fingers slide all the way inside her.

Jacob couldn’t believe this is happening – that he is letting it happen. His cock is harder than he's ever remembered it being and when Isabella Jr. squeezes it he lets out a large involuntary moan. “I am the worst person in the world,” he tells himself, but he doesn’t stop. In fact his fingers begin to slide in and out of Isabella Jr.’s young pussy.

Would it have made Jacob feel better if he had known the truth? If Jacob knew that you fucked his girlfriend all those years ago and used a **** to free her from a life of bad fucking with his much smaller cock and turned her into your eternal sex **** would that have eased Jacob’s conscience? Would it make him relax if he knew that you didn’t just cuckold him by fucking his wife every way imaginable, but you also bred her – repeatedly, and that the 19-year-old he’s finger fucking right now is not his actual daughter (though he raised her), but really one of your many daughters who you’ve already broken in and trained to be your slut? It’s not clear if that knowledge would make Jacob feel better or crush his soul.

The birthday kiss eventually turns into Isabella Jr. rubbing her naked body on Jacob. His clothes were removed and he’s not sure if he helped make that happen. Skin against skin. Wet pussy rubbing on hard cock. Teenage pussy juice pouring down on his middle-aged erection.

"I should make this stop," Jacob thinks, "I need to make this stop."