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I found myself staring at the alarmclock on my dresser shortly after the escapade with my daughter. Two in the fucking morning gleamed at me from the little black box like a laughing child. Speaking of children, I had just done the most vile thing any parent could ever do just hours before! I had not only conjured up dirty images of her luscious body, but I had openly engaged mine in a mutual masturbation session! How could I live with myself? Had I gone mad with desperation that I lowered myself to an all new low? I sat up in my bed with a cold sweat dripping down my face. My logic had finally taken over and was working up a guilt storm the likes nobody had ever seen. What was I supposed to do now that I had committed the ultimate sin? Elise expected to talk to me when she got home from school, and I couldn’t tell whether I wanted to berate her or fuck her. The mental image of my angel’s nude body popped into my mind, begging me to explore it’s every orifice. It was the worst kind of torture, I was seeking reasoning to stop this madness where it stood and yet couldn’t keep the thought of fornicating with my daughter out of my skull. No matter how hard I tried, I was fighting a losing war. My cock stood at attention and was begging to be drained, and Elise was all that was on my mind. It was wrong, but this wrong felt so right, and the urge to hold back began to subside. Before I knew it I wrapped my hand around my cock and plunged myself into the fantasies of my mind. istanbul travesti I stroked my shaft to the visions of me penetrating my daughter doggy style on the couch. Our bodies thrusting and receiving each other in stunning unison. It was such a vivid picture I accidentally brought myself to a fast climax and came all over myself. I had almost forgotten about Anna’s sleeping form next to me. Her soft snores went unnoticed by me as I pleasured myself, and only now seemed louder than life at my finish. She would be getting up at the same time as me that morning to work her double shift at the hospital. “Not fair of me to wake her.” I whispered out loud to myself as I cleaned myself up before climbing back under the sheets. Tomorrow would be a very easy day to get away with anything with Elise. Her mother would be gone until close to nine at night and I would be home before four, the same time my baby came home. My previous disgust with myself seemed to have disappeared completely, and all for the better. I couldn’t wait to see Elise alone again, the mere thoughts of what could possibly happen were enough to make my choke my chicken a second time before passing out. Beep beep beep beep. The droning sound of my alarm filled my ears, pulling me out of what must have been the greatest dream I ever had. “Damn, seven already?” I groaned in annoyance. I dreaded heading to that factory every day, and felt especially no desire to go there istanbul travestileri now. Beggars can’t be choosers however, and I eventually found my motivation to shower for the day ahead. Anna was already gone by the time I had finished, she was never one to stick around for a goodbye honey kiss. Elise had left too, her girlfriends always picked her up an hour early for school so they could go and grab breakfast together. It was a shame, I had hoped to kiss my daughter before she left. “Oh well I guess, there would always be more opportunities,” I thought to myself as I closed the door to the house behind me. Work was terrible that day. Business meetings almost every hour that I was there, and one accident on the floor had us shut down through lunch. Time itself seemed to have crawled on all fours, delaying me from the return home I had yearned for terribly. I pulled out my cellphone during one of the short breaks I was permitted and to my surprise, I had one text message from my angel. It simply said “I I was home before I knew it, opening the door and moving into the main hallway faster than I had ever before. My body came to a halt when I spotted my daughter sitting on the kitchen table with her legs crossed. She was giving me a cocked eye brow, most likely to the break neck speed I used to enter my own house. “Jesus, dad, did your ass catch on fire?” She smiled before hopping off the table. She was wearing another tight t-shirt travesti today that showed off her love handles and gorgeous tits. The sweatpants she wore were loose, allowing some of her pink thong straps to peak out at her hips. She was turning me on just by standing there, my dick swiftly making a tent in response to her attire. Elise noticed and giggled before grabbing my hand and leading me into the living room. We both stood facing each other in front of the couch for a few moments, our eyes meeting and our hands still held together. “Elise..” I started to say, but she cut me off. “Dad, what happened last night was amazing. I’ve never been so turned on before in my entire life by any guy I’ve been with.” “It was wrong Elise, we shouldn’t have done that. You’re my daughter! I made you with the very sperm I shot all over you.” I interrupted before she said anything else. She closed her mouth for a second to think, but never stopped smiling. “I have always wanted a grown man much older than me, dad. I’ve spent countless nights wishing I could feel what it’s really like to be a woman. Last night when you caught me masturbating I was thinking about you. I had never thought of it before, but something last night made me want you.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing! I had the same thing happen to me! It was almost too good to be true. “Elise, I would be a liar if I said that last night the same thing didn’t happen to me. I noticed your amazing figure in the restaurant and couldn’t stop thinking about you. I still can’t stop thinking about you, but it’s so wrong.” My daughter giggled before guiding me to sit down on the couch next to her. “It’s obvious we both fucking want each other dad. There’s no denying that now, and I want us to continue this.
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