10 comments/ 60464 views/ 55 favorites My Daughter's Surprise By: SlamDuncan Author's note: If you're looking for a one page stroke story, this isn't for you. "My name is Kimberly Carlisle, and I believe I'm your daughter." Those words were to change my life forever. I am Mark Regan; I just turned forty. I run a fairly successful software consulting operation out of my home office in Pacifica, south of San Francisco, on the coast side of the peninsula. I've been divorced for ten, going on eleven years. There has been an occasional woman in and out of my life during that time, but nothing steady, nor am I sure I want there to be. I'm never hard-pressed to find a date, whenever I want one, and count a number of women among my circle of good friends, including several fuck-buddies. I'm 6'1", about 180 pounds, with black hair and blue eyes, as befits my Black Irish heritage, and these days I'm wearing a full beard. I try to eat healthy, but I have a weakness for thick steaks and Irish whiskey. I keep myself in pretty good shape, work out in my home gym, and try to run on the beach several days a week, with my big mongrel dog, Cooter. I was up to my ears in a big project, and it wasn't going well. This particular client is a first class jerk who gives me nothing but grief. I was in a shitty mood when the doorbell rang, and Cooter started into his happy-dance. Some watchdog; if I ever had a burglar, his biggest hazard would be drowning in dog slobber when he got his face licked. I looked through the window and saw a young woman, dressed in business clothes, carrying an attaché case. Crap! My first thought was that it was a Jehovah's Witness, the last thing I needed that day. Wait a minute, I thought; they always travel in pairs. Process server? She looked too young. She was also very pretty. Stunning, as a matter of fact. I let out a big sigh and opened the door. "Can I help you?" "Are you Mark Regan?" She looked really nervous. "Yes, I am." "Did you go to Columbia University?" "I'm sorry, but I already mailed my check to the alumni association." I started to close the door, and noticed that her chin was starting to quiver, and there were tears in her eyes. I'm hopeless when it comes to a crying woman. Instant paralysis; I never know what to do. "Is something wrong? Would you like to come in and have a glass of water?" "Th-thank you, yes I would." "Cooter, SIT! STAY!" I know my dog. He's a crotch sniffer, and the last thing this girl needed at the moment was a dog snout between her legs. I looked at her closely. Not only was she beautiful, but all of a sudden, I had a major case of deja vu. She looked awfully familiar. I motioned to a chair, she sat, and I fetched her a glass of water. "Now, do you want to tell me what this is all about?" Then she dropped the bomb: "My name is Kimberly Carlisle, and I believe I'm your daughter." "I'm sorry, but I don't have a daughter, especially not one your age." "My mother is Brenda Carlisle. Did you know her at Columbia?" Jesus! I don't know how I missed it. She looks just like her mother, and I didn't associate her last name when she told me. She has the same auburn hair, highlighted with natural red and blond, that falls over her shoulders in soft ringlets, and a face that resembles Megan Fox, with soft, full lips. She looks like she's about 5'7", with long legs, a slender waist, flared hips, and a full, round butt. Her breasts weren't overly large; I'd estimate a C cup, that sat high on her chest. Brenda had brown eyes. Kimberly's are cobalt blue, just like mine. I certainly did know Brenda, in both the literal and Biblical sense. "Yes, I knew her at Columbia." "Were you, um, intimate with her? I'm not trying to pry, but this is desperately important to me." "Yes. We lived together for the last semester of my sophomore year. She was a senior at the time." "Were you two in love with each other?" "Yes, we were. We broke it off when she graduated. She was headed to grad school at Carnegie Mellon, and we both agreed we couldn't handle a long distance relationship. We were going to stay in touch, but I never heard from her again." She seemed to be relaxing a bit. Cooter came over and laid his shaggy head in her lap. She scratched him in his favorite place behind his ears. He flopped down on the floor, belly up, looking at her with adoring eyes, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. "So, how is your mother?" "She, uh.... she died last month. Ovarian cancer." Her voice caught, and she brushed a tear from the corner of her eye. "I'm so sorry, Kimberly. It's not fair; she was so young." "She was sick for so long; she really struggled at the end." "You look so much like her. But what makes you think I'm your father? It seems to me that if she was carrying my child, she would have let me know." "She told me you were my father just before she died. I don't know why she never told you. She was pretty independent; she didn't want to get married or have a permanent relationship." "I can't believe you never asked about your father." "I did, but she told me it was an anonymous donor from a sperm bank. My birth certificate says 'father unknown.' " She pulled her birth certificate out of the brief case she was carrying. She is nineteen, and judging from her date of birth, subtracting nine months, put me right in the bull's-eye. "You'll have to forgive me, but this has come as a total shock to me. I'm not denying I'm your father, but...." "Would you be willing to take a blood test with me? That way, we can both be sure." "Sure, I'll do that. It's about dinnertime; will you stay? That way we can get to know each other a little better." I grilled a couple of steaks, did some bakers in the microwave, and Jennifer made a salad. I opened a nice bottle of Merlot. Cooter took up a spot between us, thumping the floor with his tail, looking expectantly, in case someone wanted to throw him a scrap of food. He can mimic the look of a starving child in Ethiopia. "I didn't think to ask, are you married, Mark? Oh, is okay if I call you Mark?" "I'm divorced, and Mark is fine." She looked at a framed photograph on the sideboard, of me, taken twelve years ago, with a little boy. "Is that your son?" "Yes, it is," I said with a slight catch in my voice. "Gosh, then maybe I'll have a brother. Does he live with your ex-wife?" "He died when he was six years old. Leukemia. His name was Ian. His passing kind of killed our marriage, too." "Oh, Mark, I'm so sorry." She put her small, soft hand over mine and left it there for awhile. It was a perfectly natural thing to do, and I was surprised at the little jolt of electricity that I felt. "So, Kimberly, tell me something about yourself. For openers, where do you live?" "Mom and I lived in Pittsburgh, and I really hate it there. During my search for you, I really came to like San Francisco and the Bay Area, so I'd like to stay around here. If I can find a job, that is." "What kind of job? What do you do?" "I'd like to find something in the computer field. I just got an Associates of Arts degree in web design, and I have a lot of other computer skills. I'm kind of a geek. I want to get my BA, but that will have to be part time." I paused in the conversation for a moment, and did some heavy thinking. Whether she was my daughter or not, and I was beginning to believe that she is, she's smart, seems to have a good skill set, and I like her. As a bonus, she's really good to look at. "My assistant just left my employ last week, and I need someone who has the skills that you do. What would you think about working for me? You can try it out and see if you like it." "Are you sure? I didn't come here to get anything from you. I just want to know who my father is. I'm trying to figure out who I am, what my heritage is." "You won't be 'getting' anything from me; if the job works out, I'll be 'getting' something from you." "Thank you, I really appreciate the offer." "Where are you staying?" "Nowhere at the moment; I'm going to find a motel. I drove over from Oakland this morning. Do you know how many Mark Regans there are? Google your name and see what pops up." "I have a guest room with a private bath, just down the hall. You're welcome to stay there until you can decide what you want to do. It's even got a lock on the door, in case you're a bit leery of staying in a house with strange man." "I don't want to put you out." "You're not putting me out. Besides, I'll enjoy the company." "In that case, thank you again." "Good! Now that you don't have to drive anywhere, you can have another glass of wine." I went down to her car, a Ford Escort that looked to be at least ten years old, and brought her bags up. While she was taking a shower, I did a little on-line research. She came out in her nightwear, an oversized tee shirt and a pair of boxers. From the way her breasts swayed, I could see she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples made two pretty little bumps in the soft cotton cloth. Her legs were long, toned, and very shapely. I'm new at this stuff; is a father supposed to notice things like that? Is he supposed to find it arousing? "I just did some research on paternity tests," I told her. "A blood test will only rule out paternity, it won't confirm it. But there's a lab in the City that will do a one-day DNA test. We can drive there in the morning, let them swab our cheeks, and they'll email us the results tomorrow afternoon." She didn't lock her bedroom door that night. She didn't even close it all the way, but left it slightly ajar. We headed up to the City the first thing in the morning. It was warm, so I put the top down on my BMW Z4. I love this car. Part of the trip goes along the Cabrillo Highway, the old Route 1; it's two lane, with lots of turns and a great ocean view. Kimberly's hair shone in the sunlight as it flew out behind her in the wind. We found the lab with no problem, and sat together on a small couch in the waiting room. "How are you doing?" I asked. "I'm kind of nervous." "Me too." We were sitting with our shoulders touching. I took her hand in mine, intending it to be a reassuring gesture, but it felt like more than that. After we were swabbed, I kept my arm around her waist, as I escorted her back to the car. When we got home, I gave her a tour of the office, and showed her all the computer equipment I had. She was impressed with her workstation; it had a MacPro with a thirty-inch monitor. "I forgot to tell you, this job has a dress code." "Oh?" Her brow wrinkled a bit. "Jeans and a tee shirt, or shorts if you want. Shoes are optional." That was the first time I heard her laugh. Her smile was wide, with pearly white teeth that would look good in a Crest commercial. We were discussing some of the ongoing projects that I wanted her to work on, when the little e-mail bell rang, telling us it was from the lab, with our test results. We were standing behind my desk, and I reached down and clicked the mouse to open it up. We were both holding our breaths, and then stood there in stunned silence when we saw the results were positive. "Is-is it okay if I give you a hug?" she asked in a small voice. "It's more than okay; it's about nineteen years overdue." We wrapped our arms around each other, and held on for the longest time. Her hair smelled wonderful, and I was soon aware of how good her young body felt, pressed against mine; her firm breasts, our hips fused together. I heard her sniffle, looked into her face, and saw tears running down her cheeks. My eyes were pretty misty as well. I held her face in my hands, kissed her on the forehead, kissed her tears away, and then gave her a very chaste peck on the lips. "I'm so glad I found you. I'm so glad it's you." "Me too, sweetie." She plunged into work the next day. Her skill and her competence amazed me. When she wasn't working, she virtually took over the kitchen. She was also an excellent cook. "I want to take you out on the town to celebrate Friday night. We'll go to dinner at the Top of the Mark. You'll love it, it has a view of the whole city." "I take it that's a little fancier than jeans and a tee shirt?" "Yeah, we'll get all spiffed up. Believe it or not, I do own a tie." "I'm afraid that's a bit of a problem for me. Any decent clothes I had are more than four years old, and they don't quite fit anymore. Mom was sick for four years, and I did nothing but go to school and take care of her. I haven't gotten around to buying anything new yet." "Not to worry. Let me call my friend Gloria, and she'll be your personal shopping guide." "I'm afraid right now, I don't have the money. Mom's medical bills ate up everything we had." "Don't worry about it. I didn't get a chance to buy you pretty dresses when you a little girl. I would have been part of your life, you know, if I'd only known about you." "I'll pay you back out of my salary." "No, you won't. Besides, we do have to entertain clients once in awhile, so I'll write it off a business expense." Gloria pulled up in her big SUV. I don't know why she has a four-wheel drive; she's never been off a paved road in her life. Cooter jumped up and put his paws on the door, leaned in the window and gave her a big sloppy dog kiss. She gave his head a rub, and climbed out of her car. Gloria is thirty-five, tall, blonde, and built like a brick shithouse. She's a great friend and, on occasion, we have tumbled between the sheets. She gave me a big hug and a long, passionate kiss. Kimberly was watching, with a look of consternation on her face. I introduced them to each other, and Kim went in the house to get ready. "So, she's your new assistant, huh? God, Mark, she's gorgeous. Have you hit on her yet?" "She's, uh, my daughter." "Say what the fuck?" I told her the whole story. "Those weren't daughterly looks she was giving you, dude. You didn't answer my question; have you hit on her yet?" "She my daughter for Christ's sake." "So? Incest is all right, as long as you keep it in the family," she said with a hearty laugh. "Don't be surprised if she hits on you." They were gone most of the day. When they returned, the whole back end of Gloria's car was filled with bags and packages. "Don't blame her for the excess, Mark. I love shopping! Wait til you see what we got. We did her up from top to bottom, and underneath. She's got one hell of a body; Jesus, I'd kill to have tits like hers." "You have quite a rack yourself, love." "Yeah, they're big enough, but I'll be wearing them in my lap in another ten years, and she'll still look great. I went apeshit buying her sexy undies at Victoria's Secret; wait til you get a load of them." "I doubt that I'll see her underwear, unless it's in the laundry." "Uh huh," she said, giving me a lewd grin. I never would have thought about Kimberly's underwear, until she said that. Then, I couldn't get it out of my mind. Friday came around, and I was getting dressed for the evening. For some reason, I took extra care of my appearance. I put on a pair of tan slacks, a blue chambray shirt with a Jerry Garcia necktie, and a blue blazer. I even trimmed my beard. My grandma always said, "He cleans up nice." I poured myself three fingers of Bushmills Black Bush, dropped in some ice, and waited for Kimberly to get ready. I was stunned speechless when she made her entrance. She was wearing a red cocktail dress with spaghetti straps, that molded to her waist, hit her about mid-thigh, and had a flared skirt. It was low-cut and showed a nice amount of cleavage. Her hair was brushed out, with long auburn ringlets that fell across her breasts. And she was wearing real hose. She was blushing, and obviously not sure of herself. "Wow! You look so beautiful." "Do you like it? I've never had a dress anything like this." "It's absolutely stunning. And so are you, by the way." We drove into the City and rode the elevator up to the Top of the Mark, atop the Mark Hopkins Hotel. It was clear and the view was spectacular. The bar at the Mark boasts 100 different martinis. When I held the chair for her and she sat, I couldn't help but look over her shoulder, down the front of her dress. Her creamy white breasts spilled over the top of her black lace bra. I have a definite underwear fetish, and I wondered if she was wearing matching panties. I felt my penis start to swell. We ordered dinner and a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon. Nobody that looked as good as she did was going to get carded. We chatted amiably over dinner. Besides being smart as a whip, she also has a wonderful sense of humor. We had definitely become comfortable with each other. There were several couples on the dance floor when we had finished eating, and I asked her to dance. The music at the Mark wasn't fast or raucous, it was slow and romantic. Kimberly is an excellent dancer; she told me that her mother had insisted she take ballroom lessons when she was in middle school. We started out in the conventional position, my hand around her waist, hers on my shoulder, holding hands with the other. We did a pretty mean foxtrot, and when I swung her out to twirl, her skirt flared out, revealing sexy lace garters. When we danced to the next slow tune, she pressed her body tight against mine, her firm breasts mashed against my chest. Both her arms went around my neck; mine went around her waist, then moved lower until they rested on the upper swell of her buttocks. We swayed together, cheek to cheek. I could feel her soft hair against my face, and I inhaled the scent of the perfume she was wearing. Her hips pressed firmly against me. I had a full-ledged hard-on, and I knew she could feel it. When we finished the dance, we looked into each other's eyes. I kissed her on the forehead. She pulled my face to hers and kissed me firmly on the lips. Several days later, we were finishing a bottle of wine after dinner. Our conversations were getting more and more personal. "Is Gloria your girlfriend, Dad?" She had graduated from calling me Mark. "No. We have a little history, but we're just friends." "I really like her; she's told me all kinds of interesting things," she said raising her eyebrows. I could swear she was flirting with me. "So, did you leave a boyfriend back home? A girl as gorgeous as you are must have had to beat the guys off with a stick." "No, I haven't even dated since Mom got sick." "I'm sorry to hear that; you missed a lot of good years." "I had a boyfriend when I was fifteen. We just made out a lot, which I really liked, and one time he felt me up, over my clothes, but that's as far as I ever went. I'm still technically a virgin because I've never had sex, but I don't have a hymen; my mother had her gynecologist surgically remove it, right after I started having a period. She said it was totally unnecessary, and one day I'd be glad it was gone. I'm not ignorant about sex; Mom told me a lot, and I've seen some porn. I just haven't had any experience." That was more information than I really wanted to know. Or was it? And why did I find it titillating? The next morning, Kimberly was talking to one of her girlfriends in Pittsburgh. I wasn't eavesdropping, I just was walking by her room, and I heard one side of her conversation. I stood out of sight of her open doorway, and listened. I guess that does make it eavesdropping. I put one foot on Cooter's tail to keep it from thumping on the floor and giving me away. ".....God, Shelly, he's a total hunk.....if he wasn't my father, I'd jump his bones......so what?....... You mean do it anyway? That's what his friend Gloria told me to do......you WHAT?? You've been fucking your father, and you didn't even tell me about it?...... yeah, I guess it would be a secret......I don't know Shel, I'd sure like to......we were dancing together and my panties were all wet......how does he feel?.....I don't know, but when we danced close, he had a hard-on......go for it?.....I'm kinda scared.... maybe I will.....yeah, I'll let you know.....Bye, Shelly." My Daughter's Surprise My mind was in a total turmoil. Here I was, living with one of the most beautiful young women I'd ever seen. She was sexy, sensual, and I was totally attracted to her. And apparently, she was attracted to me. But she's my daughter, the ultimate taboo. But it happens all the time. If it's mutually consensual, the parties are of legal age, and nobody gets hurt? I had lunch with Gloria. "So how's it going with Kimberly, Mark?" "Her work is terrific. She's smart as a whip, totally competent; I've never had an assistant like her before." "So how's it going with Kimberly, Mark?" "I just answered your question." "I wasn't enquiring about her work. I see how you look at her. I see pure animal lust." "Is it that obvious?" "How long have we known each other, Mark?" "A long time." "I know a horndog when I see one. You're practically tripping over your tongue." "But she's my daughter, for Christ's sake. What kind of father would I be if I went after her?" "What if she comes after you? She's in love with you, Mark." "How do you know that?" "Girl talk. We've become pretty good friends." "So you think it's okay?" "It happens all the time. I had a, uh, 'thing' with my dad when I was in high school." "You fucked your father?" "Uh huh." "How come I didn't know that?" "You never asked. It's always been a family secret." "Did your mother know?" "Yeah; she watched." "Holy shit!" I'd been working in the yard. It was a hot day, and all I had on was a pair of cut-off shorts and a pair of sneakers. I was sitting at the kitchen table with an ice-cold bottle of Heinekens. Cooter was at his usual place under the table, hoping I was going to have some snacks with my beer. He'll do anything for Doritos. Kimberly came up behind me and started to massage my shoulders. For having such soft little hands, she's got some amazing strength in them. Her thumbs dug in and softened all the hard knots that hard built up in there. "Ohh, that feels good." "I give a pretty good massage, if I do say so myself. One of these days I'll give you a whole body treatment." When she finished with my shoulders, she reached down to my chest and ran her hands through the mat of black hair I have there. "That's pretty sexy, you know." Then she was gone. I could imagine her running her hands over my body. Then I could imagine myself running my hands all over hers. I could imagine myself doing all kinds of things to her body. We spent the weekend doing all kinds of fun, touristy things. We rode a cable car down to Fisherman's Wharf and had a great seafood lunch at Neptune's Waterfront Grill and Bar, wandered through North Beach by all the topless bars, including the Condor Club, where Carol Doda first made silicone breast implants known to the world. Kimberly was interested in going in to see one, but it was too early in the day; besides, they have bouncers at the door that card everyone. We went to my all-time favorite North Beach landmark, the City Lights Bookstore. I bought her a copy of Lawrence Ferlinghetti's "Coney Island of the Mind," a classic volume of poetry he wrote in 1958. Then we took the ferry across the bay to Sausalito, and wandered the docks looking at all the exotic houseboats in the colony that had originally been put together by the beatniks and hippies in the sixties. On Sunday, she wanted to go to the beach. I decided to take her to Bolinas. Long known for its live-and-let-live attitude (except toward visitors, whom it would just as soon not let live), this spirited community of surfers, poets, artists, writers and aging mavericks is about 30 miles up the coast from San Francisco. For years, every time they put up a roadside sign announcing the town's boundary, someone would chop it down. Bolinas Beach is virtually people-free most of the time. I hate crowds. We spread out a pair of huge beach towels. Jennifer peeled off the cover-up she was wearing, and I just stood there in stunned admiration. (Gloria would say I was standing on my tongue.) She wore a stunning white bikini. It wasn't as brief as a thong, but there was absolutely no doubt about the body that it contained. She looked like she was sculpted out of fine alabaster. Firm, full, round breasts that were displayed high and wide in her top, that made my mouth drool. Trim, tight waist. Flaring hips, and enough of her round ass hanging out to turn my brain to mush. I'm a total tits and ass man, and this was a smorgasbord laid out before me. Whether it was intentional or not, her pose was totally provocative, and she gave me the brightest smile. She is a total goddess, and I helped create her. And I wish I could get that thought out of my mind. I quickly slathered sun block across the front of me, and watched as she did herself, paying special attention when she rubbed it on the goodly portion of her boobs that weren't covered with the small strips of cloth. "Lie down, Daddy, and I'll do your back." We had gone from Dad to Daddy, and I loved it. She told me that she never got a chance to call me that when she was little, and she wanted to make up for it now. I was royally pissed at her mother for denying me my right as her father to have her in my life. Her hands on my back felt wonderful. Her touch was loving and gentle. She handed me the lotion and asked me to untie her bikini top. I applied the sun block on her back and rubbed it in, down her sides, and just matter-of-factly over the sides of her breasts that were exposed. Her skin is soft, without a single blemish. I, very business-like rubbed it on her legs. Then there was this matter of applying it on her butt, most of which was naked to the elements. I took a deep breath and reached for those inviting globes. Again, I was perfunctory; I wanted to linger, to caress, to knead, but I resisted. It was getting hot, and Jennifer decided she wanted to go swimming. I walked down to the water's edge with her; I was slightly behind her because I loved watching her ass move in that bikini. She spotted an incoming wave and dove right into. I stood in ankle-deep water. No way was I getting in that water without a wetsuit. The Pacific Ocean in Northern California is colder than the balls on a brass monkey. "Holy shit that's cold!" she screamed, when she surfaced, then made a beeline for the shore. Her white bikini was almost transparent when it got wet. Her nipples, hardened by the cold water, stuck almost through the thin fabric on her top. I could see through the bottom that her pussy was hairless, and it had drawn up between her lips--a wet, translucent camel toe. She saw me watching her, looked down at her suit, and flashed me a saucy smile. We lay back down on the sand again and Kim, lying face down, untied her top. Cooter had been pursuing his favorite sport, chasing seagulls. A gull would take off flying, and the goofy dog would keep chasing the airborne bird, thinking he could leap twenty feet in the air. This time, he chased one right out into the water, and came back soaking wet. The soggy beast shook himself off, suddenly spraying my dozing daughter with a blast of ice-cold water. Startled, she sat right up, displaying her perfect breasts to my leering eyes; perfect round orbs, firm, with a bit of an uplift, with quarter-sized pink areolas and pert pink nipples capping them off. She blushed, then smiled at me, making no sudden move to cover herself up. My cock was rock hard, pushing out the front of my trunks. We headed back home, and stopped for dinner at Nick's Restaurant, my favorite oceanside restaurant in Pacifica. Actually, it's the only oceanside restaurant in Pacifica, but their Dungeness crab is to die for. Kimberly had her cover-up tied around her waist, with her bikini top and it's gorgeous contents staring at me across the table. A dollop of melted butter from one of the crab legs, dripped onto her chest and ran down into her cleavage. I wanted to go over to her and lick it off. Kim pulled out her scrapbook to show me the pictures of herself growing up; all the things that I missed by not being acknowledged as her father. There were pictures of her as an infant, all naked at fat. Pictures of her in a kiddie pool with just a pair of panties on, her little flesh-colored nipples showing, that would one day adorn a pair of breasts. I got a stab of remembrance when I saw Brenda, her mother, in many of the shots. There were several pages of her school pictures, starting with her smiling baby teeth, the gap toothed ones, and the ones with her permanent teeth that looked too big for her young mouth. I could see her body grow and mature, from a gangly adolescent with little pointy breasts, to the voluptuous young woman she is today. I had missed holding her as a baby, changing her diapers, walking the floor with her at night when she was crying and teething, cuddling with on my lap, all the way through her high school graduation. There was a photo of her in her cap and gown, standing beside her mother; I was horrified to see this gray-faced, emaciated woman, her body ravaged by the disease that killed her. I remembered her when she was young and beautiful. Kimberly missed having me in her life as well. "I wanted a daddy so bad when I was a little girl; most of my friends had daddies, but I didn't. Mom never gave me any explanation that I could understand, until I was much older. I always wanted to crawl up into my daddy's lap and have him hold me. W-would it be okay if I sat in your lap now, Daddy?" "Uh, sure, Kim." All of a sudden, I had this adult woman, this incredibly beautiful adult woman, sitting on my lap with her arms around my neck. She was, again, in her nightwear, an over-sized tee shirt and panties; at least I assumed she was wearing panties. Her head was resting on my shoulder, her soft hair against my cheek; the smell of her hair was intoxicating to me. I also became very aware of this gorgeous round ass pressing into my groin. She wiggled a bit; I don't know if she was just changing position or teasing me. Whichever it was, it had its effect, because my cock was hardening rapidly. I knew she could feel it. She wiggled a little more and gave me a big smile. "Can I kiss you, Daddy?" "Yes." She gave me a gentle peck on the lips. She sat back for a second and then moved in and kissed me again. This time it was a full-blown kiss, and I returned it. It turned passionate and her tongue tentatively slipped between my lips. My tongue found hers and they did a little dance. She ground her ass into my lap, and I was hard as a rock. We kept on kissing; I nibbled on her lower lip. Both of us were breathing heavily as our passion rose. She took my hand and placed it one her breasts. I caressed it, though her tee shirt, and felt her nipple harden under my fingers. I was overcome with lust, but then my conscious hit me like a ton of bricks. "This is wrong, sweetie, I love you, but I AM your father." "I love you too, Daddy, and I really like kissing you." Reluctantly, I lifted her off my lap. There were two wet spots on my shorts; one from my pre-cum, the other from her. In bed, I savaged my cock, the image of Kimberly in my mind. Kim deserted any sense of modesty. One morning, she walked toward the laundry in just her bra and panties, the very brief and sexy stuff she bought with Gloria. She was wearing a black lace half bra that lifted her tits and let a portion of her areolas show over the top. Her matching panties were French cut bikini, not quite a thong, but showing most of her gorgeous ass, with see-through lace barely covering her pubis. She saw me looking at her intensely. "I hope you don't mind me dressed this way, Daddy; after all, you saw more of me in my bikini. I need to get some clothes out of the dryer." Yeah, I did see her in a bikini, but this was different; it was designed to entice a man. And it was doing a great job of it. After a rough day with a particularly obnoxious client, I decided to relax and sit in the hot tub on my back deck. I poured myself three fingers of Bushmills, downed it in one gulp, then poured three more and set it on the ledge beside the tub. I climbed in, turned on the jets and let the swirling water wash the tension away. I finished my whiskey, and looked up, just as Kim came through the sliding doors. She was wearing a short silk robe. "Can I get you another drink, Daddy?" She refilled my glass and stood next to the tub. "Can I join you in the tub?" I took a deep breath and nodded in the affirmative. She undid the tie on her robe. I thought she'd have her bikini on, but she was totally naked. She carefully folded it, turned and walked over to lay it on a chair. Her heart-shaped ass swung provocatively. When she turned and walked back, I was mesmerized, watching her perfect tits jiggle and sway. "I hope it's okay to be nude, Daddy, I can see that you are." I mumbled something incomprehensible and she climbed in. For a moment, her pussy was inches away from my face, and I could see something pink peeking out of her slit. I was sporting a giant erection by that point, but it was hidden under the swirling water. The water covered just the bottom of her boobs; her nipples were floating on the surface. Kim settled down on the seat across from me. That one has the "friendly" jets that blows the water underneath you, and if you turn the controls just right, will send a wonderful stream right between your legs. She sat back, enjoying the other jets that give you a terrific back massage. I casually tuned the jets so the maximum swirl came up under her. She jumped and looked really startled for a moment, the settled back down in her seat. The way the bubbles came to the surface, I knew they were coming up right between her legs. She wiggled around for a minute, then adjusted her butt in just the right place. Her eyelids dropped to half-mast, her breathing deepened, and with every deep breath, her boobs rose higher above the water. Her eyes closed, she threw her head back, and caught her lower lip between her teeth. "Mmm....umph....mmm....umph....umph..." Her hips started to undulate. My cock was hard and throbbing underwater, watching my beautiful daughter approach an orgasm. "OHHH GOD....OH......NNGGGHHH....AHHHH." Still gasping, she blushed when she looked at me. I knew how sensitive her clitoris would be, so I turned that jet off. "Oh Daddy, that was awesome. I never came with anything but my fingers before." "Do you use your fingers a lot?" This was an inappropriate question to ask my daughter, but the Irish whiskey had loosened my tongue. She blushed again. "Well Yeeaah, kinda, I guess. Mom taught me how to masturbate when I was fourteen. She said it's healthy for a girl to do it. Do you masturbate?" "Occasionally." Like every night since she's been there. I sat in the tub long enough for my dick to deflate, then climbed out. Kimberly was right after me, and stood looking at me intently. "Pardon my staring, Daddy, but that's the first live penis I've ever seen. And even in the videos I've never seen a flaccid one before. Can I touch it?" Before I could stammer out an answer, she had it in her hand. It didn't stay flaccid very long. "Oh look, Daddy, it's getting bigger....and bigger. Oh, it's so big and so hard." She ran her fingers all over it, and when she got to the head, it started to twitch. Then it leaked a whole lot of pre-cum. "What's that, Daddy? Is it cum? The only cum in the videos is thick and white and it squirts out." "Uhhhh....hmmmm....it's pre-cum, baby, it's for lubrication, just like the fluid that makes your vagina wet." "Can I make you cum, Daddy? I've never done it, but I know how. I came already in the hot tub, and you didn't get to." Kimberly didn't wait for an answer, she just started stroking me. And once she started, there was no way I could make her stop. Well, I probably could, but I knew I wasn't going to. Everything in my conscience temporarily flew out the window. She was leaning over me, pumping away, her breasts swaying in rhythm with her hand. It took everything I had to keep from reaching out and grabbing one. What the fuck was the matter with me? Here is this gorgeous naked woman jerking me off, and I'm hesitant to feel her tits? Shit, I almost wish she was calling me Mark again instead of Daddy. I reached the point of no return. My cum raced out of my balls, up my shaft, and sprayed her, all over her chest and her tits. She looked, very analytically, at the semen that covered her hand. She touched it, ran her fingers through it, smelled it, and finally licked a bunch off her fingers. "Hmm, that tastes okay; maybe a little salty. I was really wondering, because I've seen the women in the videos take a whole mouthful and swallow it. Do you feel better now, Daddy?" she asked with a big smile. "Oh yeah." "Is it okay if I kiss you goodnight if I've got some of your stuff in mouth?" "Um, okay." Kim gave me a deep passionate kiss, and went off to her room. She didn't bother to put her robe back on, and I sat transfixed, watching her gorgeous round ass sashay across the room. I stood there with a half limp dick, with some cum still dripping out the end of it. I was totally flummoxed. We had already crossed one line of the taboo. How far would it go? I wanted her, all of her, as bad as I've ever wanted anything in my life. I can't even look at her, even with all her clothes on, without my cock starting to swell. Gloria said, "Go for it," so I was blessed by another source. It was obvious she was seducing me, one step at a time, so I decided just to play it out. We were on the couch watching a movie, and as it had become a habit, she was snuggled up to me, casually rubbing my chest. "Daddy?" "Yes?" "Your hands felt so good on me when you put the sunscreen on me; could you give me a massage? When you're done, I'll give you one. I like a whole body massage, front and back." Jeez, here was a chance to put my hands all over that luscious body. Fuck the conscience, I was going to do it. I nodded "yes" to her. She laid a blanket on the floor. She just "happened" to have some wonderfully scented massage oil with her. Kimberly slowly pulled her tee shirt over her head. With her arms over her head, her tits lifted. She held that pose for a moment, and I watched them settle again when her arms came down. That evening, she was wearing a pair of lacy lavender panties. She wiggled her hips as she slowly slithered out of them, then lay face down on the blanket. She pulled her long hair over her head, revealing her graceful neck. I poured some oil on my palm, and rubbed my hands together to warm it. I started at her neck and shoulders, kneading with my hands, digging my thumbs into her muscles. Lower, into the trapezius, then down the strap muscles on both sides of her spine. "Oh, Daddy, that feels soo good." When I got down to her ass, I debated whether to give a quick once-over, or go full-bore. Full bore won. I felt, fondled, stroked, and kneaded. I spread her cheeks apart and ran my hands up and down her ass-crack. Her pink little rosebud winked at me, and I ran my finger around and around the rim, then pressed down on the opening. She started to moan and rock back and forth, and I could smell her arousal wafting up from between her legs. Kim turned over on her back, and her whole luscious body was sprawled out before my admiring eyes. She smiled at me, and looked me straight in the eyes; a look of pure lust, and I'm sure mine mirrored hers. I started again at her shoulders, working my way across her chest, then down to her stomach, avoiding her breasts that were just inviting my touch. Up just under her tits, barely touch the fold between them and her chest, down over her mound, just above her lips. My Daughter's Surprise She was emitting soft little pleasure moans when I covered her firm mounds with my hands. I rubbed the oil all over them; tops, bottoms, and sides, before zeroing in on her nipples--around and around her areolas, and then to her nubs, watching them swell under my hands. "Oh Daddy, oh God, Daddy....I love what you're doing to me." When I left her tits, her breath was coming in gasps, her chest rising and falling. Oiling up her legs, I massaged her calves and up to her thighs. When I got to the top, the backs of my hands brushed against her pussy lips. All of a sudden, she drew her knees up and spread her legs wide apart. "Daddy, please touch me there....make me cum, Daddy...." "Touch you where, sweetheart?" I knew exactly where, but I wanted to hear her say it. "Touch my vagina, Daddy." "Your what?" "My vag-, um, my pussy, Daddy....please touch my pussy and make me cum....please?" I don't know exactly why hearing her use those words turned me on even more, but they did--pussy, cock, tits, fuck.... I started to fondle her outer lips, and watched them swell under my fingers. Her aroma got even stronger, and some milky-white fluid ran out into the crack in her ass. I ran my finger up and down her slit, then spread her lips apart, and spent a moment admiring her inner beauty; her engorged pink lips and swollen clit. God, I love looking at a hot wet pussy. I made a wide V with my fingers, and ran them gently through the crease between both sets of lips. Then I took each slippery wet lip between my thumb and forefinger and massaged the tender petals. She was writhing and gasping for breath. Making a tighter V with my fingers, I ran it down both sides of her clit, using her hood to massage the hard little shaft underneath it. Dipping a finger into her cunt, I drew out some her slippery fluid, and spread it over her little bud. "Oh, Daddy...oh...mmm...it feels so much better when somebody else does it for me." Slipping two fingers in her love tunnel, I ran them in and out, finger-fucking her for all I was worth. I reached a couple inches inside her and found her G-spot. While my fingers danced on that little rough patch, my fingers were a blur over her clit. Her hips started bucking, thrusting her cunt into my working hands. I felt her reach her peak, and tumble over the edge. 'OH GOD, DADDY...OHHHH....OHHHH....NNNGGGHH...UH UH UH....ahhh." Knowing she was too sensitive to touch anymore, I took her face in my hands and kissed her deeply, then sat and stroked her head until she settled down and was breathing normally again. "Okay, it's your turn, Daddy; take off your clothes and lie down." I stripped off my clothes and stood there with a raging erection. She looked at admiringly and ran her hand over it. "I can see this massage is going to need a happy ending," she said, giving me her biggest smile. She didn't put her clothes back on, but decided to massage me in the nude. She straddled me to reach my shoulders, and pressed her still wet pussy into my buttocks. She was an excellent masseuse and quickly relieved all the tension I carried in me. When she started on my legs, she did my feet first. My feet are a total erogenous zone. Kimberly went up my legs the same way I did hers, and spent a long time on my ass. My glutes are another erogenous zone. That night any part of my body was an erogenous zone. When her finger ringed my asshole, I was starting to hump the blanket underneath me. "Turn over, Daddy." When she straddled me again, my hard cock stuck up right between her legs. What was worse--or better, as the case may be-- when she leaned forward to reach me, her breasts, dangled provocatively right in front of me. I wanted to fill my hands with them, but this wasn't the right time. My cock was bisecting her pussy lips, and this was like a Chinese water torture. She massaged the rest of my torso, down my stomach, skirted around my genitals, and did the front of my legs. When she reached the top, she took my balls in her hands and, ever so gently, rolled them around. There was only one part of my anatomy left. I sucked in a huge breath when her hand wrapped around my shaft. She held it straight up and, instead of stroking it as I expected, she bent forward and took the head into her warm, wet mouth. She moved her full, soft lips up and down a couple times, then took it out of her mouth and started running pretty pink tongue up and down my shaft, from the root to the tip. When she got up to the top, she swirled her tongue all around my crown, the stopped and looked at me. "You have to tell me if I'm doing this right, Daddy; I've seen the pictures, but I've never done this before, either." "You're doing just fine, baby," I said, and then showed her that special little place under the head that is so super-sensitive. She licked and sucked and stroked with her mouth, moving her head up and down, pumping my shaft with her hand. She held my balls as my sac tightened, and that wonderful rush started from my toes, through my dick, exploding in her mouth. Her eyes opened in surprise, but she took every spurt and swallowed it down. I shouted her name, along with a variety of other pleasure sounds. "Did I do good, Daddy?" I was too out of breath to talk, so I nodded my head. She leaned down and kissed me, and went off to bed. I took Kimberly out to dinner the following night, to Neptune's Waterfront Grill at Fisherman's Wharf. She wore a stunning blue dress, low cut in front, with a flared skirt that stopped six inches above her knees. When the waiter took our order for drinks, I had a double Bushmills on the rocks and Kimberly had a mojito. I ordered a nice vintage cabernet. She was underage, but nobody paid any attention. We both had fresh salmon. We chatted amiably through the meal, but when she looked at me, her eyes were different; slightly hooded like she was in heat. All the way home, she kept her hand on my thigh, and I clamped my hand over hers. I had a CD of the Beatles love songs playing on the stereo. Her mother and I were big fans when we were together, and Kim said she was raised on their music. It was a clear, warm night when we got home. I poured three fingers of Bushmills and added some ice. She poured herself a glass of wine, and we took our drinks out on the deck to look at the stars; the moon was full. We could hear the ocean waves breaking in the distance. Cooter came out and joined us, putting his feet on the rail, he gave her a sloppy doggy kiss. She stood right next to me, and I put my arm around her waist, holding her close. She turned toward me, put her arm around my neck, and kissed me. "Make love to me, Daddy. I love you so much, and I want you to be my first." I didn't say a word, but took her hand and led her into my bedroom. I dimmed the lights and put some soft jazz on the stereo. I pulled her close to me and found her willing mouth with mine. Our kiss, soft and gentle at first, tasting, feeling, nibbling, intensified as our passion rose. My tongue slipped into her mouth and found hers, and they tangled and danced. My lips moved down her neck, my nose savoring the light flowery perfume she wore. Cooter whined and scratched at the door. He usually slept on a rug at the foot of my bed, the one covered with his long shaggy hair. I yelled at him to shut up and go away. We certainly didn't want his company right then. He'll get on the couch and sulk. I kissed down her chest, and over the soft swell of her breasts that showed over her bodice. Reaching behind her, I unzipped her dress and eased the straps over her shoulders, letting it fall part way down, revealing her lacy black half bra, and the tops of her tits. I kissed all over them and sneaked my tongue under the lace and tickled her nipples. I unsnapped Kimberly's bra and watched as her breasts spilled out. Fastening my lips around her nipple, I sucked, nipped with my lips, and sucked some more. She ran her fingers through my hair, and started to moan. I unzipped her dress the rest of the way and let it pool at her feet. Kneeling before her, I kissed my way down her body until I reached her lacy black garter belt. I released the garter clamps and rolled her hose down one leg at a time. I ran my tongue from calf to thigh, licking the crease between her leg and vulva. "Oh, Daddy....Daddy," she moaned The garter belt was unsnapped and fell to the floor. Putting my mouth over her panties, I blew softly through the lacy thong. When I tugged her panties down, I ran my tongue along slit. She trembled, then grasped my head and pulled me harder between her legs, spreading them open so my tongue could find her clit. I led her over to the bed, and laid her down gently. Her long, auburn hair, spread underneath her, fanning out over the sheet. I took my clothes off and flung them onto a chair. I stood for a moment looking at her beautiful body, just waiting for me. My cock was pointing straight up at the ceiling. Laying down beside her, we started kissing again, and I stroked her entire body, from her throat, across her breasts, down her stomach, her thighs, and back up between her legs. Soon, my lips replaced my hand, kissing and licking her body, sucking her nipples, finally making my way down to her pussy. When I spread her lips apart, and hovered over her, I think she expected to feel my cock dipping into her. Instead, I found her with my mouth, licking each one of her swollen pink lips, dipping my tongue as deep in her cunt as it would go and swirling it around inside her. "Oh, God, Daddy....you're bringing me so close.....mmmm...mmmm." When my tongue found her clit and circled it, she went over the edge, thrusting up into to my face, shuddering and crying out. I took my wet face out of her pussy and, keeping my body between her legs, moved up and kissed her again, letting her taste herself on my mouth. Once she had calmed down, and started breathing normally again, I moved back down and started on her pussy again. She writhed underneath me, and I sucked her clit into my mouth. "Please, Daddy....please, I'm ready for you...." "Ready for what? Tell me what you want." I knew what, I wanted to hear her tell me. "I want you to put your hard cock in my cunt and fuck me, Daddy." I dipped my throbbing cockhead between her lips to get it good and wet, and rubbed it back and forth over her clit. Her breath was coming in gasps, her beautiful breasts rising and falling. "Now, Daddy....please.... don't tease me anymore." I put the tip inside her entrance and pushed slowly. I felt her vagina stretch to take me in. She was so tight, so hot, wet. Slowly, another inch, then another. I know she didn't have a cherry to break, but sometimes stretching that much can cause some pain. "Are you okay, sweetheart?" "I'm okay, Daddy....just go slow, please." As slowly as I could go, I slowly eased my cock into her. I felt myself leak, what felt like a pint, of pre-cum, adding some extra lubrication to my journey. When I finally bottomed out inside, she looked at me, wide-eyed with a small smile on her face. "You feel so good in my pussy, Daddy....you're so big, your cock fills me up...up." I drew back slowly, feeling her tight walls all the way out, and slid slowly back in. And again....and again. After awhile, her hips thrust up to meet me. Her nails dug into my back. Her legs wrapped around me, and I grabbed a cheek of her ass in each hand. I pumped, she bucked up under me, and we set up a slow, sensuous rhythm, that built up in passion and intensity. Her tight hole gripped my entire shaft as I moved within her. She gasped, paused, and I could feel her spasms squeeze me as she started to cum. "DADDY! GOD....OH GOD....AHHHH...AHH....AHH...." I emptied myself at almost the time, my shouts of ecstasy, blending with hers. We held on tightly to each other, kissing and gently basking in the sweet afterglow. "I love you, Daddy." "I love you, too, Kimberly," in a dimension I had never before fathomed. That was three months ago, and we have never slept apart. My daughter, my lover, my love.