Jenny, my daughter, was full of beauty, but she had no clue how beautiful and tempting she was. As her father, I won’t deny that I was more aware of her attraction towards me, the same way I won’t deny I was flattered by her attention. At the age of 19, my daughter was very innocent and socially inept - not in a way a teenager should be. Without a shadow of doubt, my beautiful ex-wife was to be blamed for that! She reared Jenny in a very sheltered environment. The reason behind it, I honestly don’t know, but if I have to take a guess, I would say, it had something to do with her disastrous relationship with her husband. It’s not that I am complaining, in fact, as Jenny’s father, I think my ex-wife did a pretty good job.

Since my divorce with Jenny’s mom, I never remarried. Of course, I had a couple of relationships, which were disastrous. Dating teen females was wonderful, but in time, I came to realize that the male/teen female relationship was somewhat overrated. Yea, the sex was good, better even, erm. But taking away their innocence was the most thrilling thing a man of my age could wish for. But, then why was it disastrous? Urg, teen females are materialistic freaks. So, to avoid unnecessary breakups and makeups, I redirected all of my love and horny feelings to my daughter, Jenny. Well ... well, the parental love. Jenny, my daughter, was petite and 5’2 tall, so to say. She was easy on the eye, and undoubtedly, I found myself watching her more and more. On most occasions, when we were home together, Jenny would wear tight little t-shirts, no bra, and tight hotpants, which clung her to her svelte figure. Indeed.

My relationship with my daughter was somehow atypical; not similar to a normal father-daughter relationship. It was somewhat more or what few dads say, “Special.” Special to realize that my little daughter had a crush on me. And more to realize that I would spend sleepless nights stroking my enormous dick and masturbate on the idea of her beauty and innocence. Time and again, I realize I would fuck my daughter in a heartbeat. That was the type of relationship that my daughter and I had, and why it was special. But as an old man, and a father, I had to constantly remind myself that Jenny was my only daughter.

It was almost dark when I returned home from work. Tired from my day job, I climbed the stairs and smiled to myself knowing that the next day was the day my ex-wife, Joana, was coming to spend a day or two with us. Walking to my daughter’s room, Jenna shrieked and threw herself at me with a wonderful hug. And then, she showered me with kisses. I don’t know what came over me, whether it was kisses to my cheeks, collar bone, neck, or her body rubbing up to mine but I was overpowered with the urge to go further.

I maneuvered my mouth over hers, and then kissed her, pushing my tongue against hers. My daughter’s opened her mouth allowing my tongue into her mouth. We kissed for ages, my daughter pushed herself onto my body, and then moaned softly.

I breathed heavily. She also breathed heavily. To say the truth, that passionate kiss was magical. It was magical enough to make an old man let out a soft manly low moan. Magical enough for my daughter to moan loudly. It was a kiss that no father and daughter should have. Unexpectedly, my hand reached out to her B cup breast, which made her snuggle closer and closer to me. After a few minutes, I stopped abruptly. I realized what I was doing was so wrong.

I moved to one of the chairs in her room and perched on it, to contain my feelings, which I desperately wanted to act upon them. My daughter reached out to me, with unspoken words, it was okay to continue. I decided to go for it. I leaned forward and kissed her beautiful skin. Jenny, my daughter, smelled divine. Kissing her again, she took hold of my hand and smoothed it firmly to her breast.

I kneaded it through her t-shirt while kissing her. I broke the kiss and freed her right breast from the confines of her t-shirt. I rubbed my daughter’s nipple and looked at her questioningly. She blinked in approval, and gradually I lowered my head and I felt my breath ghost over her nipple. It was taking all of my willpower to not lose control. I opened my mouth to engulf the erect nipple.