It was about 11:30 p.m. and my daughter was settled in her bedroom.
My wife, Michelle, and I were on our bed in our room and I was lying half-on, half-off of her body. Our tongues were working in each other's mouth. My hands had moved down from her breasts to the inside of her panties. My cock was raging inside of my boxer shorts. It had been six months since she first had injured her back and we had not had any sex since. I had been patiently waiting for this night.
One of Michelle's hands was playing with the nipples on my bare chest while the other was working inside of my shorts.
"Ma... ?" a small voice whispered.
There was a shadow in the doorway of our room. It was Jana, our 14-year-old daughter. Michelle and I both froze.
"What's the matter sweetheart?" 'Shell managed to ask as she moved her hand from my swollen pecker and pulled it out of my shorts.
Inwardly I groaned because I already guessed what was about to happen and I was right. Jana had had a 'bad dream' -- Could she come sleep with us? Yeah - okay, blah blah blah. Then my daughter was clambering up into our bed from the bottom and she got under the covers between us.
Michelle whispered over to me, "Sorry... !" and then turned her back on us to go to sleep.
The only trouble with the whole scenario was that I still had a raging hard-on when Jana moved onto the bed. As she settled in I should have turned my back in the opposite direction from my daughter or, at minimal, I should have at least turned onto my back. I did neither. I remained on my side.
Jana laid on her back between her mother and me. Even though it was completely innocent on her part, her bare thigh was next to me and my aroused cock was actually pushing against her, although I'm sure that she did not have any idea.
I should have turned away but, feeling the heat of her young body against me, I couldn't. As I lay in the semi-darkness, my mind became very conscious of my body pressing against the heat of my daughter. The awareness was forcing my cock to remain in its stiff state. I didn't want to pull away!
Tying not to alert Jana to what I was doing I inched my hips into her as much as possible. My cock was actually twitching against her hot leg, yet apparently she wasn't aware. In fact, my daughter simply fell right back to sleep in a matter of minutes.
The silence from Michelle indicated that she too had quickly fallen to sleep.
Still my cock was hard.
I had never ever, even in my wildest dreams, given any thought of having sex with my daughter, but now I found that my aroused cock seemed to be without any conscience. I just wanted to cum. By this time, I was so far gone that I had to get some relief.
My thoughts were scrambled. I couldn't get control over my sexual feelings. Almost instinctively, I moved my hips. After first pressing my body tightly against my daughter's thigh, I suddenly relaxed and then, ever so gently I pulled back, slightly away from her. My inflamed cock was throbbing. Throwing caution to the wind, I again moved into her, tightly, letting my throbbing cock press into the child. After a few seconds of tortuous pleasure, I again moved back slightly. Thus began a steady gentle rhythm, away from and into Jana's thigh.
My cock was building up its juices within and I knew that this pushing, no matter how gentle, was going to culminate in my shooting my load in my boxer shorts unless - My mind was now a mumbo jumbo of hotness. I had stopped thinking logically. I nervously moved my hand down to my shorts, releasing my throbbing prick through the slit, and bringing it out into the open. At this point, I was totally aroused. I pushed into her again. I had to suppress a moan. I held my breath from the excitement as my raw cock touched the flesh of my daughter's hot thigh, just below her pajama panties.
Suddenly I wanted to do more. God forgive me but I wanted to touch her maturing breast, while I quietly and gently fucked her leg.
I moved my hand in two stages; the second after my daughter did not react to the first: First, my arm went over her little body and under her breasts while my hand rested down her other side, touching the mattress. Jana did not move and was obviously in a contented sleep. I gently pulled my hand back up over my baby's body and while I continued to gently fuck against her leg, my fingers nervously rested down over her pajamas at the chest.
Soon my open hand, on top of the pajamas, was actually resting on Jana's budding tit. My cock was twitching wildly as I pushed its flesh against her thigh. I felt the end nearing. I began squeezing so softly on my young daughter's orange-sized tit. My mind was exploding with invisible blasts of light. I could feel the warmth of her taut, rubbery, breast within my hand.
Then my cock began shooting - squirt after squirt - and I pressed my cock tightly against Jana's leg as I was erupting. I suddenly felt her hand move on top of mine as I was squeezing her tit. It rested on mine. She wasn't making any attempt to struggle away. She was probably still asleep I thought. Then I finally finished releasing the last of my juices on her leg.
As I finally began to relax and rest, Jana's head turned to me and, in the dimness of the room, I saw her eyes search deeply into mine. My hand was still on her breast and hers was still on top of mine. Her eyes held on mine for at least two minutes.
I didn't say a word. I was too afraid. I was just waiting for her to react. I was already making up a story in my mind. 'I had had a dream!' Jana would know otherwise but I was sure that 'Shell would believe me.
Still looking into my daughter's eyes I finally soundlessly mouthed the words, "I'm sorry!" and to my amazement Jana half turned, took her hand off of mine, and reached out and placed one of her fingers on my lips. She then silently shushed me.
The next thing that I knew she was moving off the bed and she quickly retreated out of the room. I heard the bathroom door close and realized that she had gone to clean my cum off her body.
Then, the strangest thing of all occurred. Jana quietly returned with a towel in her hand. In the semi-darkness she handed it to me and then she bent over and kissed me on the cheek, whispered, "Good night," and returned to her own bedroom.
I used the towel to wipe off the excess cum that had dripped onto the bed.
In the morning when Jana joined Michelle and me for breakfast, I held my breath, not knowing what my daughter might say about the night before.
She said nothing. To my relief she did not even give me any funny looks. She looked as innocent as on any other day. I thanked my lucky stars. I said a silent prayer of thanks and vowed to myself never to allow anything like that to ever happen again.
Jana seemed to be in the same frame of mind as I was. After that there was no further mention of the incident from either of us and she didn't try to come into our bed anymore.
I don't know if it is just because I'm a man or because I have some sort of an evil perversion in me but, once the initial shame of what I had done began to wear off, I then found myself becoming more aware of my daughter's femininity. Although she was only 14, she was still a female. My curiosity couldn't get past that.
During the ensuing months, I found myself probably much more interested in the way that Jana was physically maturing than how she was mentally maturing. I often found myself looking intently at her little ass, which was shaping up into what could only be described as fantastic. I watched her young hips and young breasts filling out quite nicely. As much as I was taken in by the young femininity of my daughter, I was extra careful making sure that neither she nor my wife Michelle was aware of my growing interest. I was coming to the realization that, like it or not, I had incestuous tendencies hidden within me that were coming to the surface.
Occasionally, Jana caught me running my eyes over her young exciting body. When she did, I would quickly avert looking into her eyes and turn away. Once, a few months after the initial night, Jana happened to sit on my lap. Within seconds, my cock expanded to its full size inside my pants. As it shot up under her, Jana immediately jumped off my lap.
It was more than a year later when the next incident occurred. Jana, who was by then almost 16 years old, was left alone in the living room with her boyfriend, after Michelle and I went upstairs to bed.
I awoke shortly after falling asleep. I had to go to the bathroom. When I finished, I started back to my bed but thinking that Jana's boyfriend had left and that she was safely in bed, I decided to make sure that the front door was securely locked.
As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I started to walk toward the front door. My internal antennae were suddenly raised as I heard a sound from the living room. It sounded like a hum and it sounded like it was feminine. I immediately thought of Jana. It was at this point that I realized that her boyfriend might still be there. Presuming that they were watching television, I crossed the hall quietly, intending to look in and verify their presence, and so as not to embarrass Jana, back away without them seeing me. All that I wanted to do was to make sure that he was still there; because I knew that if he was I would have to recheck the lock on the front door later.
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