“Attacked?!” exclaimed Taylor. “The hell? Dad, you did not attack me! You didn’t do anything TO me! WE, together, had the most amazing sexual experience of my life. If you’ll remember, I wasn’t trying to get away. You didn’t hold me down and fuck me…  I was a more than willing participant! Why would you think you were hurting me? Is that why you’re sitting all the way over there?”

“Yes! You left the next morning, and you’ve been avoiding me ever since. We barely talk anymore. I thought you instantly regretted what we did and blamed me for not putting a stop to it. I mean, I’m the adult here. Taylor, I thought you hated me!”

She walked across to him and took his hand, pulling him back to the sofa. “Dad, I’m an adult too, and everything that happened that night, I wanted to happen. Honestly, I wanted more,” she said earnestly.

“Then why’d you disappear?”

“Because I did freak out. Not because I didn’t want it, but because I do.”

“I don’t understand,” he said, standing up and moving back to his chair away from her. Being that close to her was driving him crazy, and he needed to focus on this conversation, not on how incredibly sexy she was.

“Look, I wanted this, with you. I still do. I’ve wanted us to be together as soon as your marriage to my mother fell apart. You were so hurt, so vulnerable, and you really let me be there for you. I fell in love. Yes, dad. I fell in love with you… my own damn father!”

Gordon was stunned speechless by her admission. His mouth opened and closed, but nothing came out.

“I wanted us to be together more every day, but I never thought it could happen. I didn’t think you’d be willing to be with your own daughter like that. It’s just so wrong, you know? But I didn’t care. Then when that night on the couch happened, I realized that you wanted this, too, just as much.”

“I do want this, sweetheart. Even knowing full well that I shouldn’t. But we both know that we can’t. Is that why you stopped talking to me?”

Taylor wrung her hands together as she struggled with how to put her feelings into words. Pulling him back to sit next to her and taking his hands, she said, “It’s one thing to fantasize about an incestuous relationship with your own father. To imagine being in bed with him. To picture yourself living alongside him, not just as a daughter but as a wife as well. Most girls don't ever act on this, but I know I'm not the first to have these thoughts. And once you realize that they can actually come true, the possibilities change everything.

“Yes, I want it, with every bit of my soul, but what does that mean for us? What if someone finds out? What if we were outed? Wouldn't we be ruined? What would my friends think? Right now I’m still really angry at mom, but I can’t help but wonder, what would she think? How do we move forward with a life together? All those questions kept bombarding my mind. And the reason that I tried my best to stay away from you for the past few weeks is that I know that, despite all that, despite all the risks, if we spent any time together, I’d simply throw caution to the wind and we would get together. Like I said, I wasn’t staying away from you because I didn’t want this. I stayed away because I do want it. I knew if I kept spending time with you, nothing would stop us from being together.”

“Wow,” breathed Gordon. “I don’t know what to say…”

“There’s nothing else to say. The only thing left is for you to answer this question. Do you want to be with me? Do you want this for us?”

He looked in her eyes and said clearly and with certainty, “Absolutely! It’s wrong. It’s taboo and scandalous. Hell, on top of all that, it’s actually illegal. But I will dive into that deep end with you and be there until I take my last breath. But baby?”

“Yes, daddy?” she said, biting her lip sexily.

“This is not a fling. Your mother was supposed to be til death. You said you want to replace her…”

“In every way,” said Taylor.

“Then that’s what that means. No one else for either of us. Now and always.”

She got up and sat on his lap. She pulled his head to her and kissed him deeply, their tongues writhing together, sharing each other’s flavor. Their first real kiss, it lasted and lasted. Finally, she pulled back. “That’s exactly what I want, too.”

Gordon kissed his daughter for several more minutes. Taylor stood up and took his hand. “Now take your baby girl upstairs and fuck her til she can’t walk straight.”

Gordon got up and together they walked upstairs to the master bedroom. At the door, they didn’t immediately walk inside, instead pausing for a moment to look into each other’s eyes. Each saw the approval they were seeking in the other’s eyes. Taylor took a breath and walked in first, with her father right behind her.

Gordon sat on the side of the bed, and Taylor stood between his legs. He pulled her close and they resumed kissing, their kisses deep and passionate. Taylor held tightly on to him as if she were trying not to float away. Piece by piece, he undressed her down to her panties, and pulled her onto the bed beside him. He laid her down in the middle of the bed and sat back to gaze at her for a moment. She was a vision of forbidden allure. His eyes eagerly drank in every inch of her, from her crown of soft hair framing her lovely face, past her slim curves, naked except for a pair of white lace panties, all the way down to her dainty painted toes. His mouth literally watered as he took her in, and he again leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss.

Her tongue was sweet, and he savored her delicious goodness. Reluctantly, he left her mouth and began to trek south in search of even greater treasure. His lips suckled her skin over and over. Tasting her. His tongue painted her with tiny brush strokes as he continued. His teeth nipped her soft, pliant breasts and the satin flesh of her taut midsection.

As he headed lower, he could feel her hold her breath. His tongue dipped into her cute little belly button, eliciting a soft giggle. His lips kissed the line along the top of her panties, and his tongue painted a line on that important border.

So far, everything they’d done, while certainly well across the line for taboo, could be considered undoable. They could still turn back. His nose inches from her sex, he could clearly smell the heady scent of her arousal. The moment to turn back had passed long ago.

Hooking his fingers under the elastic waistband, he pulled them down the curve of her hips. Feeling his intent, she lifted off the bed so he could remove her panties, at the same time releasing the breath she’d been holding. The flimsy material slid down her legs, and he pulled the garment off her. He pushed her knees apart, and her silky soft bush was revealed to him for the first time. He licked and kissed up her thighs until his lips nuzzled her soft hair.

“I didn’t plan for this today,” she breathed. “I should have shaved.”

“Uh-uhh,” he said as his tongue took its first lick between her drenched lips, from her tight little starfish to her eagerly waiting clit, eliciting a deep-throated groan. “You’ll always be my little girl, but you’re not ‘A’ little girl. You are perfect like you are, your hairy little pussy and all.”

“It’s your hairy little pussy now,” she said between moans from his ministrations. Dad, Father, even Gordon…  none sounded right. Only one word would do. “I’ll never shave it, Daddy,” she promised as she pulled his face to her quim and began rubbing herself against him, chasing the orgasm she knew he was offering her.

Gordon extended his tongue as deep as he could into his daughter. He licked all of her essence, and swallowed it, gulping loudly, feasting on her sweet feminine honey. Wrapping his lips around her tiny, hidden clit, he flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth against it, while rapidly sucking the tiny nubbin in and out between his lips. Taylor froze, holding his head tight against her sex, and seconds later she opened her mouth in a silent scream in ecstasy as a world-altering climax brutally paralyzed her, not allowing her to breathe, to scream, to even move. Gordon refused to let up… he knew what he was doing to her and he was not done yet.

He slipped two fingers into her tight channel, and he could feel her vaginal walls pulsing rhythmically from the inside, her entire womanhood repeatedly seizing and releasing around his invading but welcome fingers. With the pad of his middle finger, he firmly massaged the top wall of her overheated pussy. His tongue kept flicking mercilessly against her clit. His finger massaged her G- Spot that even she’d never found. His mouth was sealed against the entrance to her pussy sucking her honey from the source. With all this sensory onslaught, her climax intensified. She wrapped her legs tightly around his head and used both hands to hold him in place. It was beyond anything she’d ever experienced, and for the first time in her life, she felt herself totally lose control as she repeatedly squirted her girl juices into her father’s hungrily gulping mouth. He drank every drop, swallowing until she had no more to give. After her last pulse, her world went white… then dark… then nothing, as she collapsed, unconscious on the bed.

Feeling no movement from her, Gordon worriedly came back up her body to search her face. She was breathing, he realized with relief. He put his arms around her and simply held her to him, feeling her breathe against him.

After a few moments, she spoke. “Jesus, Daddy, what did you do?"

He squeezed her gently and answered, “I was making love to the woman I love. Who is also my daughter. I needed it to be good for you.”

“You made it so good, I thought I’d died. But what a way to go.”

Gordon smiled and kissed her gently. She slowly stroked his still hard cock as they made out.

“I want it to be just as good for you,” she said after their kiss. “I know it’s not fair, but could we, you know…  wait…”

He chuckled, “I wore your pussy out?”

“You did, Daddy. I’m gonna need more than a minute. But I promise you it’ll be worth the wait.”

“Oh, baby… I’m not one of those college boys worried I might not get off. It will be fine, sweetheart. Now rest, ‘cause that pussy is mine tomorrow!”

“It’s already yours,” she murmured as she cuddled next to him. “I just need a little rest.”

“I love you, Taylor. So, so much,” whispered Gordon. Her only answer was a gentle snore. He later joined her in slumber.

******

She’d been teasing him all night. Sure, she was his daughter but that didn’t give her the right to keep flashing her tits and her hairy little pussy at him all night. It’s as if she thought, ‘He’s my dad. He won’t do anything!’ Just flashing and laughing and staying just out of reach. Damn kid. If he got his hands on her, he’d show her just what ‘Daddy’ would do. He’d—

His eyes snapped open suddenly. It had been a dream. The light outside the window was just starting to lighten. It was only 6:00 or so. He was disoriented… How much of it was a dream? There’s no way he went down on his daughter until she passed out. Did he? He felt motion beside him on the bed and looked over. Taylor! Taylor was in bed with him. What the hell?!

Still groggy, he sat up and regarded her in the dim predawn light. God, she was so beautiful, and so off limits. What was she doing in bed with him? Still asleep, she came over to him and cuddled her warm, naked body against him, virtually wrapping herself around him, and it all came back to him. Every moment. Every kiss. Every taste. He hugged her tightly and drifted back to sleep.

Hours later, Taylor woke up warm and nestled in her father’s arms. Unlike Gordon, she remembered every detail. It was all she had dreamt about. As she remembered their lovemaking, she smiled again with the knowledge that it wasn’t over yet. For months she’d dreamed about how he’d feel inside her. Now it was time to stop dreaming.

Gordon felt her move and gently woke up. “Good morning, baby,” he greeted her.

She rolled over on top of him and kissed him. “Good morning, Dad,” she answered. She began to lean in for another kiss, but he stopped her. She looked surprised.

“I’m a guy,” he said, moving her over and getting out of the bed. “First things first!” he chuckled as he went into the en suite for that first morning relief.

“Oh, that’s right, I forgot! You’re old!” she joked as she heard him flush and then the water run.

“Yeah, li’l girl?” Gordon laughed as he climbed back into the bed and into her welcoming arms. “I’m not too old to wear that young coochie out!”

Taylor’s hand went down to stroke his balls, sliding up to hold his rod in her hands. It was the first time she’d actually put her hands on his cock, and she gasped in surprise. Unclothed and unsheathed it was bigger than she thought. She could barely fit her fingers around it. She brought her other hand down and gripped it in both hands, and the crown still stuck out over her fingers.

She squeezed him and jacked him slowly up and down, whimpering, “It’s never gonna fit. Dad, I’m—”

He looked hungrily into her eyes and growled, “Don’t worry, sweet girl. Daddy won’t hurt you.” He leaned down and kissed her again, but then quickly lowered himself down her body until he was again face-down in her succulent sex. As soon as his lips slid between her syrupy labia and began another assault on her clit, her eyes rolled back in her head as she surrendered to the oral sorcery he practiced between her legs.

“Jesus, Dad,” she exclaimed breathlessly, “How the fuck do you do that? God, Daddy… suck that pussy! Suck it until I explode again!”

Gordon devoured the honey pouring from her and flicked her clit relentlessly until he heard her breath stop and felt her tense up and explode around his head. Her hands gripped his head holding him in place as her legs locked around his head. She humped violently against his mouth, her greedy and empty cunt clutching and grasping in orgasm, searching for something to fill it. Finally it abated, and she dropped back against the bed, breathing like a track star.

Gordon came back up and again took her mouth in a kiss. Their tongues caressed each other, and Taylor tasted herself on his face. Finally, he held himself up and looked in her face.

“Would you like to be on top so you can, you know, control it?”

She put her hand on his chest to slow the progress. “I have to tell you something.”

“Now?”

She nodded. “It’s important.”

Concerned, he rolled off her and lay beside her. He was about to pull away, certain that she’d suddenly decided against having sex with her own father. But she pulled him back close to her and cuddled next to him.

“Dad, I…” She hesitated.

After a few seconds of silence, he asked, “Tay, do you want us to stop? I will if that’s what you want.”

“No!”  she practically yelled. “Nothing like that! I want this more than anything. It’s just… this…  this is my first time. I just thought you should know.”

He looked at his gorgeous, sexy, 21-year-old daughter. “How is that possible? You’re incredible, you’re gorgeous, you’re brilliant, off the charts sexy. Sweetheart, you’re everything any man could want. How are you still…?”

“Any man might have wanted it, but up until now, no one has deserved it. No one until you. My father.” She kissed him, their tongues resuming their dance. Lips still together, she rolled onto her back and pulled him on top of her. She spread her thighs wide as she took his thick cock in her hand and pulled him towards her waiting honeypot.

He held himself up over her and lined himself up with her. As he gazed into her eyes, he saw love, adoration, lust… and a trace of fear.

“I’ll go slow, baby,” he promised.

“Don’t hurt me,” she said, her voice shaking with excitement.

“Never,” he promised as the tip touched her opening. Slowly, gently, he slid forward, feeling her tight passage slipping open to admit him. As she stretched to take him, she moaned, “God, Daddy, it feels so good. Give me more…”

She winced as he pushed deeper, stretching her pussy wider than she’d ever felt. She grunted in pain as he filled her still more. Gordon pulled out just a little bit and then slid back in. He did it again, pulling out just a bit and sliding back in. He did it again and her hips started moving with him. They moved together as he fucked her with just the first part of his cock. Her hips started to move a little faster and more forcefully.

She sighed, “Daddy, this is so good. Is it all in?”

“No, baby. There's a lot more.”

They lay there grinding slowly in and out. She reached up and pulled his head down and kissed him deeply, their tongues resuming their dance together. She broke the kiss, saying, “Give me more, Daddy…  give me more.”

He stopped and then...