Date: Thu, 18 Feb 2010 05:02:09 -0800 (PST)
From: Julian Otero <ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Incest on I-80 part three

    Over a hearty and leisurely breakfast in the morning we looked into
each others eyes and I saw no guilt in hers, nor she in mine. I felt
something warm press into my groin and looked to see her stockinged toes
massaging my balls. We were at an end booth near the back and could talk
privately. And my daughter was not finished with her surprises.
    "Daddy, I lied to you."
    "About?"
    "I didn't do it with Matthew."
    "No? Why'd you say you did?"
    "You sound disappointed" she declared. "Do you want me to?" I made a
noncommittal shrug.
    "I said it `cause I thought you wouldn't... touch me...but...if you
knew he was first...if you knew I'd been, eh, done before, then you'd do it
to me...that I wasn't virgin." Her toes kept working on me. I didn't
entirely buy this confession. I'd fucked a few virgins. Kimmy's pussy was
too easy. At her age she should have been very tight.
    "So why him? Why not some kid at school?"
    "Cause he's family...right?...did we just do incest...right? And, I do
want to. I want to do it with him."
    "Your own brother?" I said in mock surprise. Her toes pressed hard on
me.
    "C'mon Dad, get serious." We finished up the coffee and hit the road.
    About three more hours in our easy BMW X5 with my daughter lay ahead,
but oh how the atmosphere in the car had changed! There wasn't the
slightest barrier or inhibition between us now. She was still a girl and I
her father, but an entirely new dimension had opened between us. We had
claim over each other's body now. I pondered how life for us, the four of
us, would change.
    I stayed in the passing lane above the speed limit, the need to get
home fast kept my foot heavy on the accelerator. Every so often my dear
daughter would lean over and casually caress my cock as if we'd been having
sex for ages. I felt as giddy as when I was fifteen. Down the now dry road
we cruised at 70 and I opened my legs wider. I covered her small hand with
mine and pressed it hard into my groin. She had a big smirk on her face and
I told her she was indeed a little cocktease.
    "You like, huh?" she asked in a conceited way. At about the third grope
she lowered my zipper and moved her head between my legs. This time both of
us were plain about what we wanted, no holding back.
    "That's it baby. Like yesterday under the bridge. I wanted it in your
mouth Kim. Take it out and suck it."
    "Mmmmm. I like your smell."
    "Make daddy feel good Kimmy. Lick all around the head. Taste it good."
As I opened my legs I had opened up the car to 90 and backed off when I
realized the speed. The dark windows of the SUV kept us private from
curious eyes.  I moved over to the granny lane and dropped down to 55.
    Shit! I'm hotter than I was last night in the dark. Here we are out in
the daylight, she's sucking me off, I have one hand on the back of her
jeans, my finger pressing into her ass! She liked that if I read her little
girlish squeals correctly.
    "Daddy, you have such a pretty cock."
    "Let your tongue tell me, baby..." My eyes were on the hiway but I
didn't see much. My balls were tight and full. My right hand rubbed her
warm neck and was ready to hold her onto me. I don't know if she heard over
the hiway noise my excited warning, "In a minute I'm gonna cum in your
mouth honey." Added to the exhilaration, to the danger, was the rushing of
the hiway, the passing cars and trucks, their sounds made me come even
faster. I hadn't done this even with her mother, with anyone.
    A little nibble of her teeth on the head made me erupt so hard I lifted
off the seat and the car fish tailed a little. I think my eyes crossed. I
gave her mouth as much as I'd given her pussy the night before. My jeans
were wet and I could smell my cum but she had obviously swallowed a lot. It
took a few miles for me to come back down to anything like normal calm.
    The next ten miles were slow and quiet.
    When I looked over to tell my daughter we needed gas I saw she'd
loosened her jeans, spread open, and had a hand jammed down the front. She
was playing with herself unhurried, relaxed and dreamy eyed, just toying
with herself like a baby would twirl a lock of hair.
    "Did I do that good?" she smiled. "How do I compare? Compare to other
chicks you've had? Does mom do that to you? Have you ever let a guy suck
you off? Tell me about your first time." I knew now everything between us
had changed forever and I could look forward to many juicy orgasms with my
teenage child.
    Ok, here's a compressed version of what I told her. Yeah, other guys
had sucked me off. I'd even fucked a few in high school. My first time was
with a boy, when I was twelve. With a girl, I was fifteen and we did it in
the back of her father's car while it was in the garage. That is, she
sucked me and I licked her. I fucked her friend when I was sixteen. Yeah,
mom and I like oral sex. During my detailed telling Kim's hand in her jeans
rubbed with more and more vigor until she came with girlish sound effects
just before I turned off for gas.
    After gassing up and I got behind the wheel I asked her to put her
finger, the masturbating one, under my nose. Of course it gave me a hard on
again and I asked to smell it several more times on the way home.
    On the last leg home she dozed until we hit heavy stop-and-go traffic
and she zipped up. Soon we rolled through the toll booth for home. I looked
over to her.
    "I want to watch you two... you and Matthew together. It would be soooo
beautiful to watch my children make love, to fuck each other."



The next part is in the works. Please let me know your reaction to this
part.


Julian    ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com