I don't think that every father wants to fuck his daughter, and I don't think that every daughter wants to fuck her father. I just think that it comes...down to the idea of having that kind of relationship with somebody. A relationship that never truly loses love and affection. I mean, Even when I'm fifty, I'll still be his little girl.”As she finished there was a knock at the door, “Come in.” she called, her father poked his head around and smiled. “Women of my life, any idea what you want for. His clothing were like mine except mine were for girls obviously. My short, short, SHORT shorts were riped and torn and showed quite a bit of my dark violet lace thong. My shirt was pure purple with pictures of wings onthe back. It was also torn to show my matching bra. My choker was different. His thorns that were dimond shape face out wards mine faced inwards meaning I was looking for a master. His eyes shone in the moon light, showing that he was a sinister man, but I could see deep into. " I said to him as i reached between his legs and grabbed his hard cock and returned the favor. There we were , tangled up, hands crossed over eachother , face to face as we stroked eachothers slippery wet cocks. The sounds of our cocks sounded so good as we worked eachother off. "Fuck that's so good..... that feels so fucking good..." he said looking at me. After stroking eachother for a while we ended up letting go of eachothers cocks and we went on to stroke our selves again. That wasn't the. This was really happening, this wasn't a dream, there was nothing I could imagine writing that would come close to the excitement and pleasure that I was feeling right now. I felt my self cumming and my mother seemed to know it also, so she stopped.I fell back on my bed to catch my breath, but my mother, being the lustful fallen angel that she was, straddled me. She took a hold of my throbbing cock, positioned its wet head at the entrance of her wet pussy and slid down on top of me. Without.