- Incest/Taboo
- Hot Daughter
- Page 10
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He chuckled and shrugged, that could have been a logical conclusion up until the last couple of weeks. He hadn't kept his promise to quite but he had cut back considerably. He made poor decisions when drinking, like sleeping in the park. "No, not drunk. I'm just keeping my eye out," and checking his watch.
Every minute with her was to be savored. It had been two weeks and the duffel bag was officially unpacked but it wasn't put away in a closet. She still had no plans and Malcolm thought that the little girl he knew before was always scheming about something. Of course, she wasn't exactly a little girl anymore.
Ashley had come into view. She was across the street in the shade, wearing a white tank top with a hole in the front that showed the red bra underneath. Then there were the jeans that were almost rags and Malcolm shook his head. She dressed like she was homeless, but he couldn't deny that it held its charms. The sight of her like that, with her hair wild and thick eyeliner on, brought back so many memories of longing that his cock felt compelled to respond once again.
Ashley, his little girl, waiting for him. He waved the twenty at Tess, "I've got to go."
The bartender was quick to walk to the window and look to see what had him in such a hurry. A knowing smile spread across Tess's face when she saw the girl in the tank top. "Who's that?" she asked as she took his money.
He'd been trying to figure that out himself for so long. Malcolm smiled and told her, "that's Ashley."
- COMMENTS
ToughSailor3 months agoBeautiful story. Absolutely loved it with a few irrelevant comments. In the first chapter I'd have probably Jap-slapped the little bitch across the kitchen. For a congressman he had just about zero sef control. But, come to think of it though, that actually does not seem to be not that uncommon for politicians being caught with their hand in the cookie jar these days. Keep 'em coming . . . .
Devilbobyalmost 3 years agoI love this story I've read it a few times now still it holds me. I often wished for a relationship like this but it never happened. But I still love her even though I didn't always . 5 stars again.
Anonymousabout 3 years agoI remember when my father and I became lovers six months after my eighteenth birthday, it was during foreplay before my nineteenth birthday, and he told me he had once cum in his pants for me. He told me that was the day he knew we'd be lovers because he'd never cum in his pants over any woman, even when he was a kid. It was the sexiest thing in the world to me. He gave me more story that would be inappropriate to tell here, but even now, years later, he periodically repeats it when we make love, I think he knows I love hearing it. He even told me that he was never ashamed of it, that he actually enjoyed coming in his pants that day, always saying it was proof of his desire even before we fell in love.
Anonymousabout 3 years agoI love the story. I remember when my father and I became lovers six months after my eighteenth birthday, and he admitted that he'd once cum in his pants for me once. He told me that's when he knew we'd eventually become lovers. He told me he'd never cum in his pants over any woman even when he was a kid. It's was the hottest thing in the world.
