Date: Mon, 1 Mar 2010 11:12:51 -0800 (PST) From: Julian Otero Subject: Incest on I-80 part one (revised) "Ok," I told myself, "what father hasn't dreamed of fucking his daughter? What man hasn't at least once pictured his daughter's pussy spread by the very dick that made her?" This, because my daughter's face was in my lap. The rain came down in gray sheets making driving impossible. I pulled over cautiously hoping the hazard lights would warn the 18 wheelers behind me, none of which had slowed very much. I rolled us to a stop under a wide overpass and relaxed my grip on the steering wheel. We were heading home after a three day visit to my mother and sister in Ohio. I knew this stretch of I-80 through the Pennsylvania mountains was subject to wild summer storms, but they usually were short lived. My daughter was trembling seriously and my hand on the back of her neck did little good. Kim leaned over against me and I rubbed her back. She snuggled against my body asking if it was ok. I felt bad for her. From the time she was a toddler her mother or I had to hold her tight against terrifying thunder storms. Pressed against me now was no toddler, but a beautiful young girl. It set my mind to wondering... The rain beat down the mountains in torrents but under the bridge it was almost tranquil. Kim tried hard not to show fear--at fourteen she wanted to be brave... Intense lightening strikes around us seemed to increase. A close one lit the car with a yellow flash and terrific boom. My girl, already tight against me, hid her head in my lap and griped me by the waist. I felt the weight of her adolescent body on my groin. Her cheek was pressed against my cock and unless too frightened she must have felt it. I didn't want to reject her, but I shifted my weight away which made her cling more. Under my jeans my cock felt her warmth and began stirring. Poised between childhood and womanhood Kim was just ten days past her 14th birthday growing up and filling out her clothes with a figure of unmistakable sexual appeal. Friends and family noticed with admiring glances how "well her features looked." "Daddy," she said in a small voice, "I can't help it." I tried not to get a hardon as I ignored the image of my daughter sucking my dick. "I know. It'll pass soon. We'll be ok. Nothing's gonna happen... Nothing." I stroked her hair as I said this. But what I thought was: cumming. Cumming in her mouth. Or her ass. Her ass. She had a fine one. Spreading toward pear shape like her mother's, unmistakable in the skin tight jeans she always wore. In an attempt to get more comfortable she turned herself still more and after we both made some adjustment, she lay curled on the seat with her head still in my lap. It seemed provocative. Her mouth was only an inch from my cock. I'd put on boxers innocently that morning for more driving comfort. Surely she could feel my now half hard dick. On that spot of I-80 I made a decision that changed everything, that changed our family permanently. Forever after I was to recall that road fondly as "Incest-80." We were still three hours from home. I called my wife and told her I was tired from not sleeping well the night before--a lie--and given the storm we were going to stop overnight. Janet congratulated me for my concern for safety. Kim was excited by the unexpected adventure and together we picked a triple A, luxury-rated motel. The place had every amenity and our rooms were adjacent to each other. We had a delicious dinner then, after checking around her room, I told her to call me if she needed anything. As I was undressing in my room the phone rang. "What if the thunder starts again?" "Looks like its letting up." "Dad could you come here for a minute?" Kim had dressed for bed and after letting me in she climbed under the covers. In her tight shorty pajama shorts I looked at my daughter's ass and felt fatherly pride--any horny boy would appreciate it. The old white tee shirt of her brother's with the Grateful Dead logo made her nipples noticeable. They seemed hard to me. I pushed a lustful thought out of my mind. The comfortable easy chair nearby was ignored and I sat on her bed. "What's up, hon?" "Could you stay here awhile... tonight?" she asked in a pleading voice. "I'm scared. I know you're next door ok, but...I don't feel safe...like all alone...where are we anyway?" "We're ok, hon. You don't need to feel afraid..." "Dad!" she interrupted and frowned, "do I need to spell it out?" "What?" "Thunder, yeah, that scares me, but I'm a woman. What if someone...comes in?" "You're not a woman..." but that sounded stupid as soon as I said it. Her face took on a hurt expression. I looked away and was silent. Oh, this would be so easy to resist if she was unattractive. Instead nature had given me a daughter whose body turned heads. A girl creature whose sensual delights were more obvious every passing month. I noticed how she walked. I noticed how she lowered herself to sit. The smell of her. My daughter has clear beautiful eyes, long lashes and golden skin! Flawless skin. A small straight nose. Full, tender lips that have lots of erotic promise in them. Straight white teeth. Her boobs are large for her frame, the size of her mother's, which look great in tight tee shirts. Her thighs and hips had rounded out in the last year and stretch her torn and ripped jeans to the point where they seemed ready to burst. Their inseam pulled into her labia and divided the cheeks of my child's ass into two distinct globes. On the beach men look at her and it excites me. "Ok. I guess it'll be alright," and saying this I looked around the room as if to find a place to change modestly. I shut the lamp and dropped my jeans and tossed off my shirt while Kim slid across the queen-sized bed. I was doing something dangerous and I felt a surge between my legs. "Dad?" "Yaah?" "I am a woman." "Ok. I'm sorry. I know." In the dark the first thing I noticed was her smell. It was a tender, flowery delicate scent but with a bit of musk added, and not unfamiliar. I pictured her cunt. A few times I'd discovered one of her thongs in the laundry and smelt it. Her breathing was the only sound in the dark room. Intake and out breath were regular, but heavy, like pumping. Immediately I imagined my dick pumping in and out of her. I was super alert to every sensation: smell, sound, warmth, the feel of my own body, hers. Time passed slowly and I felt my dick grow full length. She turned on her side to face me and propped herself on her elbow. Her knee ever so slightly touched my leg. "I'm not a girl anymore. I'm a woman. I know that." "You know? How?" "Boys at school. The way they look at me. I can tell what they're thinking." "What?" "They look in my eyes...then they check the rest. My tit...breasts...and, you know...down there...crotch." "And butt?" I ventured. "Yes..." "You have a nice one. And how do you feel when they look? You ok with that?" "Yes. That's what I mean...it makes me feel like a woman...not a girl. I feel things. I know I have a good looking ass, I get compliments about it all the time." I liked the way this conversation was going. We'd never talked like this before. My cock was wet, wetter than ever. There was a few minutes of silence then she continued in a low voice, "I think they sometimes get hard, the boys." "You mean you, you're looks, give them erections?" She giggled an affirmative and in doing so pressed against me, her leg moved up on my thigh and her head came closer to mine. I fed her the next line. I was so turned on and wanted us to continue. "You're telling me you're what they call `a cocktease'?" She just made a kind of growling sound that meant yes. A minute passed in silence. In the dark next to my sweet beautiful daughter I pictured all sorts of sexual positions, each one better than the next. Could I do it? I thought. Could I actually fuck my own daughter? Am I that sexually driven? Do I have the balls? Is this what she wants? Keep talking. "So you feel things. What kind of things?" "Well, ok...I guess I can tell you... you know, I get wet down..." "In your pussy?" Saying the word gave her permission. "Oh god, Dad, yeah, in my pussy!...you said `pussy'..." She rather had trouble pronouncing these words and they aroused her. "Are you wet now?" Instead of speaking she moved her knee still closer to my groin, laid her head on my chest and slid her arm across my stomach. "Kim...you know, boys get wet too. Pre-cum. Its happening to me right now." "Daddy...in the car...under the bridge, I was scared...but then I felt your, ah...penis...getting ah, hard against my cheek. I'm a woman if I can get a man hard." "Yes you are honey...yes you are...and a very beautiful, sexy, appealing one." "And a horny one...Daddy...I'm all wet." We lay there in silence for awhile listening to the muffled sounds of the hiway and the now soft rain. Kim whispered to me: "I usually rub myself off at night...I'm..." "Its ok honey," I assured her as I slid my arm behind her and drew her closer, "you can do it...it won't shock me...your age...boys and girls are horny all the time...you need to. I'll relax you...go ahead." She shifted and the arm across my stomach moved away. Presently I felt a small rocking motion. My dick was as hard and straight as when I was her age. My daughter! Masturbating in the dark, in this strange place, in my arms. "I love you Kim," I whispered against her ear. Her body grew warmer, her skin moist, her breath humid. I felt so privileged to witness this. How many fathers have? I smelled her cunt. She withdrew from me and worked on herself for sometime. I wanted to join in. "What are you thinking, Kim? What are you picturing?" I wanted to pry, to know what her sexual imagination was like. "Boys at school?...hot boys that turn you on?" "Yes!" "Boys with big dicks?" "Yes!" "Boys with big hard cocks?" "Yes! Yes." "You suck them!" "Yes, I suck them....No....Daddy No! you... it's you. I suck you...I felt you under the bridge...it made me so hot...I can't stop feeling it... I want your cock, daddy...please!! Yours." She pleaded like a little girl. Yes, my hot little slut. The next part will be posted soon. I hope you will let me know your reactions to this opening part. Please e-mail Julian at ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com