Then he softly thrust his cock head inside, touching and gently testing the hymen as her moist pussy lips closed around it."OHHHHH! Oh... No! Please..... dad, daddy please... please don't! Think who, what you're doing... don't, daddy, please... Daddy, it's not right. You're my daddy... it's... Oh, daddy don't, please!" It's incest!" he slurred, "Say it... go ahead... it's incest... it's taboo, right?"Then he quickly answered his own question, "Bullshit! Who says? You? Honey, I'll show you it is. She clasped my head to her chest, giving short moans of delight. A rosy flush spreading over her pale skin showed how turned on she was. Kathy leaned in and kissed first me on the cheek and then Bobbie on the lips. She started to undo Bobbie's pants. We all stood for a moment while Bobbie quickly slid her pants down and kicked them off. They both took advantage of the moment by slowly unbuttoning my shirt and sliding it off. Bobbie began to kiss my chest and stomach while Kathy worked my pants. I am not my mother, and I'mnot going to try and become her, so if the only reason you are going tolet me do this is...." Stop that!" Dad's voice cut through the air like a razor sharp knife."Yes! It's true that you look remarkably like your mother, but that isnot the reason I...I wouldn't think of...that's obscene, and I resentit that you would think that I would ever...I mean..." I didn't mean it that way dad! I never thought that!" Yes," he finally said, "I believe you, but if you look like. ” Stephie hobbled up the short run of steps, muttering, “I hate this damned boot.” “That’s OK sweetie,” I murmured. “It’ll be off very soon.” We stepped into the cottage, and I flipped on some lights so we wouldn’t stumble over anything. Stephie pulled off her hoodie and tossed it aside, and tried shaking out her hair. Her voice was low and strained, reflecting the nervousness she certainly felt, when she said, “My hair’s a mess. I must look like a skank.” I slipped my arms around her and.