Part 1

In the quiet town of Sexton Creek, there was a man named Richard Greyson. He was known to most as a kind-hearted soul, the kind who would mow his neighbor’s lawn without being asked and always had a ready smile for the children playing in the streets. Richard was a simple man, working tirelessly at the local hardware store, his calloused hands a testament to his dedication. His days were filled with the rhythmic sound of hammers and the scent of freshly sawn wood. But there was another side to Richard’s life, one that no one in town could have ever imagined.

For the past three years, ever since his daughter, Sara, had turned sixteen, he had been engaged in an illicit affair with her. It had started as a moment of weakness, a misguided attempt at comfort during a particularly tumultuous time in her life, and had grown into a dark, twisted relationship that neither of them could escape from.

The Greyson’s marriage had always been a façade, a union held together by the glue of societal expectations and the need to maintain a perfect image. Richard’s wife, Margaret, had long ago lost interest in her husband, preferring the company of her books and garden to the touch of a man she no longer knew.

So when she received news of her mother’s passing, and the need to travel out of town for a week-long family gathering, it was almost a relief for both of them. As Margaret packed her suitcase, Sara hovered in the doorway, watching her mother with anticipation. She knew that with Margaret gone, she and her father would have the house to themselves, free from the prying eyes. They helped Margaret load her suitcases into the car, both acutely aware that this was more than just a trip to bid farewell to a loved one; it was the opening of a door that would lead them into a week of unbridled passion and hidden desires.

The moment Margaret’s car disappeared down the road, Richard turned to Sara, his eyes filled with a hunger that was both thrilling and terrifying. He reached out and took her hand, leading her into the living room where they sat down on the couch. The air was electric, charged with the weight of their secret.

They embraced each other into a deep kiss, one that was long overdue and filled with the intensity of all the moments they had stolen in the shadows. Sara’s heart raced as she felt her father’s strong arms encircle her, his calloused hands tracing the contours of her body with a familiar yet forbidden touch. Sara rushed her clothes off, feeling the cool air kiss her skin as each layer fell away, revealing the woman she had become. Richard watched, his eyes devouring her, his own desire reflected in the hunger of his gaze. He did the same, his work clothes discarded hastily onto the floor, revealing a physique that was still muscular despite his advancing years.

Richard wanted no time and dove between Sara’s legs, taking her already wet pussy into his mouth. The sensation of his tongue sliding against her folds sent shivers down her spine as he moaned into her, drinking her wetness like it was a fine wine. Sara’s nails dug into the couch cushions as she threw her head back, her moans muffled by the pillow she clutched in her fists. The taste of her arousal on his tongue was intoxicating, a flavor that had become his guilty obsession. Sara’s hips rocked back and forth as Richard’s tongue danced around her clit, his movements methodical and precise, as if he had spent a lifetime learning the art of pleasing her. He knew every inch of her intimately, and took delight in her reactions—each gasp, each tremble. His thumbs pushed into the soft flesh of her inner thighs, urging her closer to the edge as his tongue circled faster.

The room was filled with the sound of their ragged breaths and the sweet scent of her desire. The taste of her arousal grew stronger, and he could feel the warmth of her body against his face. Sara’s hands found their way into his hair, pulling him closer, guiding his movements with a silent urgency that spoke louder than words.

Her breath hitched as she climbed closer to climax, her body tensing beneath his touch. Richard felt his own cock harden, straining against his boxers, eager to be freed and feel the warm embrace of his daughter’s body. He kissed his way up her torso, his mouth leaving a trail of wetness on her skin as he reached her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue, feeling it harden under his touch as she arched into him with a whimper.

Richard could feel the beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he fought the urge to plunge into her right there, but he wanted to savor this moment. He stood up, lifting her with him, and carried her upstairs to her bedroom, a place where their love had grown and thrived in the dark corners of their minds. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the floor as they lay down on the bed. Their kisses grew more fervent as their bodies intertwined, limbs tangling together. He gently pushed her legs apart, aligning his hips with hers, the tip of his cock brushing against her slick opening. Sara’s eyes were wide with lust, her chest heaving as she felt her father’s hardness press against her. But she didn’t push him away. Instead, she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, whispering, “I’ve missed you.”

With a low growl, Richard thrust into her, filling her completely. Sara’s back arched off the bed, a silent scream escaping her lips as the familiar yet overwhelming sensation of being filled by him swept over her. It was a feeling she had craved for days, weeks, months—ever since the last time they had been alone like this.