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Father Daughter Incest Part 3, by Jezebel Rose

I woke up Sunday morning with the sun streaming through the shades. Had I dreamt it all, or did my 18-year-old daughter Kim seduce my last night in my sleep? My pajamas were in a wad at my feet, but that was no proof either way. I rolled on my side and saw them…the wad of yellow cotton on the other pillow that last night were Kim’s panties. Therefore, it was real.

Kim had found a box filled with old erotic letters from my college girlfriend and decided to trick me into helping her act out the erotic stories with her. Kim took on my old girlfriend Penny is every trait: from her short haircut, speech patterns, perfume, and even sexual techniques. My daughter Kim became Penny, going as far as demanding I call HER Penny whenever we were alone. What had I gotten myself into?

As my mind began clearing, I realized that the bed reeked of sex and the brandy she had poured over her naked body last night. I picked up the wadded panties and brought them to my nose. My daughter’s sexual aroma smelled wonderful, and my cock stiffened in response. Last night we both had the most exciting sex of our lives, and I was both scared and excited to think of what was next.

I put on my tee shirt and some sweatpants and headed for the kitchen to make coffee and clear my head. As the sound and aroma of the first pot of coffee filled my senses, I was aware of another sound, the sound of my daughter laughing on the phone down the hall.

“Julie, don’t forget, come over in a couple of hours.” Kim was enthusiastic and talking fast to her cute little Asian friend.

“Yeah, my Dad will be out all afternoon. Yeah, for sure.” She giggled, “Yeah, me too. I do not know. I did not look at it yet. I figured we could be surprised together. Don’t forget, and this is a TOTAL secret.” I was getting curious what she was saying. I grabbed my morning coffee and headed down the hallway towards the den to see what was going on. “OK, I’ll see you then. Have to go, my Dad is coming to say goodbye. He is leaving any minute. YES, we will be alone all day today. See you soon.” I was not going anywhere today and could not understand what she was talking about.

I came to the doorway of the den to find my daughter dressed in a uniform that made her look like a young Catholic pupil. She had a white starched shirt, short grey plaid skirt, white knee socks, and (gulp) penny loafers. Kim smiled at me, her eyes sparkling, and spoke.

“Oh Daddy, you caught me. I’m so sorry; please don’t be mad at me.” I had no idea what she was talking about as she danced about the room acting like a much younger girl. “I invited Julie over this afternoon when I knew you’d be out,” She was confusing me, I wasn’t going anywhere today, but she was seriously distracting me as she twirled about, her little skirt bouncing up and down, occasionally exposing her white panties against her creamy thighs. “When you go out today, Julie and I were going to watch one of your dirty DVDs. Daddy, please don’t be mad, we just wanted to see what a guy’s thing looks like when it’s, you know, hard.” She looked at the floor sheepishly. “Please don’t punish me, Daddy, I’m usually a good girl, please don’t spank me again.” OH… I finally got it. She was role-playing a pupil and wanted me to punish her as she confessed to me last night during hot sex. As to her and Julie, I am sure she had something in mind on that score too.

“Come over here, young lady,” I managed to act as stern as I could without breaking out laughing as I helped her play out her fantasy. “You know better than to get into Daddy’s things. Especially Daddy’s PRIVATE things. Those DVDs are strictly off limits. Now get over here.” She walked towards me kicking her feet, and her head held down until she stopped right in front of me.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I’ve always wanted to see Daddy’s private things,” she said with extra emphasis at the end of the sentence so I would not miss her double entendre. “Please don’t punish me, Daddy, please? I don’t like getting my bottom spanked,” She pouted and rolled her bottom lip. “I’ll be good. I’ll do anything you say, Daddy.” I sat down on the sofa and patted my knee, and she sighed, kicked off her penny loafers and dutifully bent over and lay across my lap. I could feel my hard dick pressing against her stomach through my sweatpants as she shifted her weight around on top of me. “Daddy, I’m sorry, I’ll be good. Very good. Please?” I continued the game with her.

“I’m sorry Kimmy, but you have to be punished,” I said sweetly.

“Daddy,” she growled, “My name is PENNY.”

“Of course it is, Penny dear.” I corrected myself and continued acting out her fantasy. “Now this will hurt me more than it hurts you.”

I reached down and gently ran my fingertips from the top of her white knee socks along with her smooth legs, stopping for a moment as I entered the bottom hem of her skirt, gently touching her soft skin. As I moved my fingertips over her inner thighs, my daughter opened her legs a little and squirmed a bit. “That tickles, Daddy, I thought this was punishment,” she giggled. I slowly lifted her skirt up until I was staring at her plain white cotton panties.

“Don’t be fresh,” I said sternly. “Just for that, I’m going to have to give you a bare bottom spanking.” I reached for the waistband of her panties and very slowly pulled them down, allowing the back of my hand to caress the crack of her ass as I slowly peeled down the thin white cotton from her body. She started squirming and struggling as I held her in place with my left arm and continued pulling her panties down with my right hand, softly rubbing my knuckles against her ass as I went.

“Daddy, don’t. What are you doing? Please don’t.” She pretended to be scared, and it was turning us both on. I got her panties just below her crotch, and I reached just below her ass and touched her softly on her inner thighs in the small space between her pulled down panties and her pussy, which I made sure to avoid touching at all for now, although I could already feel the heat she was generating there. She made a small squeak as I danced my fingertips inside her thighs and she tried to open her legs wider, although the bunched up panties on her thighs restricted her movement. I slowly peeled off each of her knee socks, running my palm along the inside of her legs as I peeled them away.

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