Incestory: Valentine's Gifts

She looked at her father. His eyes were shut.

She found herself watching his cock twitch as it softened and shrank, somehow admiring the very thing that only a few minutes ago had caused her so much agony.

It was at least twice as thick as Charlie's and nearly twice as long. Her father's testicles were proportionate to his penis and the size of them explained the amount of cum still dripping from her ass.

She couldn't pull her eyes away from it. It was so ... different!

She found herself reaching out for it, gently touching it so that it suddenly reversed course and began to slowly fill with blood again.

"You're not sleeping, are you?" she asked with an exaggerated tone of disappointment in her voice.

"Mmmmmmmmm." Larry moaned at his daughter's light touch.

He was very hairy, but to Linda, his body hair was like a mane - fitting for such a magnificent lion of a penis.

She scooted down the bed until she was eye to eye with it. She needed to get a closer look at it. For some reason she couldn't help but admire it.

It really was a beautiful piece of hardware - specifically designed by the creator for only one thing.

She felt a sting of regret that she hadn't discovered his secret sooner and that thought actually made her jealous of her own mother.

In hind-sight she realized that if he had ever come to her with this thing before she'd moved out ... she'd have been hard pressed to resist him. It actually made her a bit hurt when she wondered why he'd never tried to fuck her when she was still in his home.

She made a decision then.

If this was what he needed, then she would do her best to accommodate him.

She could help him - at least for tonight - at least for Valentine's Day.

"Linda," he mumbled, "That's so nice ..."

Linda startled at the realization that now she was gently stroking him ... helping his cock to grow to its full majesty again.

She felt the slick heat building up between her legs again.

A rational part of her brain fired up then and forced her to consider fleeing, running away and hoping that her father wouldn't remember anything.

She could try to forget everything and return to her former life - and no one would ever know.

Her throbbing wet cunt easily overruled those thoughts and she continued stroking him anyway.

He rolled on to his back pulling her face into his lap.

"I would never hurt you," he reached down and guided his cock and her mouth together. "You know that."

"Mmmmmm Hmmmmmm!" she moaned in acknowledgement as she slipped the head of his penis into her mouth and gently stroked his long thick shaft with her fingers.

"Oh, Linda," he moaned and placed his hand on the back of her head, "So good."

She watched his face and concentrated on running her full lips and tongue around the head of his cock and slowly jerking his shaft with both hands.

"So good ..."

She decided then that she was going to treat him to the best fucking blow job she could manage.

She wanted to do for him what she'd never wanted to do before for any other man - She wanted him to enjoy her mouth.

She licked and sucked it: popped it out of her mouth to run her tongue the length of his shaft as she tugged on him; vulgarly slurped him back into her mouth to suck on the tip as hard as she could while she maniacally bobbed her head, swishing her dark hair side to side to caress his hairy thighs with it.

"Oh Shit!" He cried out.

His body jerked and she could see his balls contract as they prepared to pump his semen.

"Don't stop!" he ordered.

She smiled up at him conspiratorially and did her best take him as deep as she could manage.

"YES!"

He sat up and thrust with a roar and clawed the sheets on either side of him as he grunted and released down her throat.

She whimpered in a high pitched tone at the volume of his seed, the flood of semen threatening to choke her.

She made every effort to swallow as much of him as she could but still managed to only choke down a small portion of it before she had to pull off and jerk the rest between her pursed lips until even that wasn't enough and it flowed out of either side of her mouth to coat her fat white titties and pool between her legs.

When he finally finished he fell back panting and sobbing in laughter at the release.

Linda watched him and the expression on his face ... the look of pleasure and the happiness on his lips was what she'd so desperately needed to see ... and she'd been the one to put it there.

"Take a shower," he said in his certain fatherly way; the way that for some reason, she'd never really had the courage to disobey

"Okay, Dad," she said, surprised out how 'little girl' her voice sounded to herself.

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The scalding water soothed the pain of her abused sphincter and washed away the remnants of her father's cum off of her body.

She grabbed the bar of soap and lathered herself, washing away the evidence of her incestuous deeds - but not the memory of it.

Her husband would never be suspicious of her when she visited her father but she needed the shower to help cleanse her mind a little ... it was the only way she could think of to attempt to separate the last few hours from the rest of her world.

"Oh my God!" She moaned to herself, "What have I done?"

The question was rhetorical ... she knew what she'd done.

It wasn't like she'd actually enjoyed being fucked in the ass ... especially by a man with a cock as big as her own father's.

Suddenly, the thought that she may never get the chance to see his fat cock again hit her like a punch.

"Oh my God!" She gasped again, and realized at that moment that she was fondling herself again.

She was fingering herself and thinking of her dad's penis.

She was sliding the soap in her hand the length of her vulva, her fingertips making small circles around her clit each time she thrust the slippery bar of soap between her legs.

She closed her eyes and imagined her father's giant penis wagging in her face. She imagined what it would feel like to have the massive piece of meat inside her.

She moaned and pinched her nipples with one hand as she nearly forced the bar of soap inside herself in an attempt to fill the void she desperately wanted to be filled with her dad's cock now.

A blast of cool air and the unnatural, high pitched sound of the shower curtain being ripped open startled her so that she dropped the soap into the tub in surprise and covered herself in shame.

He looked her over.

She pouted her lips and looked at him the way she imagined her mother would look at him when she wanted him.

"You are so beautiful," he gushed.

She smiled at him and slowly ran her hands over her breasts and along her navel until both of her hands were between her legs massaging herself again.

"You aint so bad yourself," she replied.

"So beautiful," he murmured again as he leaned into the shower and grabbed the back of her head.

He was completely naked now and Linda couldn't help but look down to see her father's rock solid cock bouncing in the air, nearly filling the distance between them.

She reached down placed one hand under it and petted the top like it was some sort of favored pet. It jerked in her hands and he moaned at her caress.

She pulled on it, gently urging him closer, pulling it to herself and him along with it.

He pulled her into a passionate kiss as he followed the tugging on his manhood and climbed into the shower with her.

"I'm going to fuck you," he promised.

"I know," she sighed.

He lifted her effortlessly by the back of her neck and waist, lifting her up so that she had no choice but to wrap her legs around his large frame.

He pinned her to the shower wall with his body and released her neck to reach between them.

She looked down in fear and sudden mad lust as he positioned his penis to enter her.

"No!" She cried, second guessing herself and suddenly dreading the pain she was sure would follow if he tried to fit his cock inside her. "Wait ...!"

"I need you, Melissa!" He cried. "God, please!"

He sounded so desperate and hurt that her heart nearly tore in her chest and every ounce of reasoning she had, the reasoning that urged her to fight him again, melted away in the sadness and loss he expressed in his distraught pleas.

"Don't leave me again!"

She decided at that moment that she would do whatever it took to make him happy this Valentine's Day.

"No," she whispered to disguise her voice, "I will never leave you again!"

"Promise me!" he sobbed.

She grabbed the sides of his face and kissed him with a passion she'd never kissed her husband with.

He pulled away from her kiss and turned his attention back to trying to manipulate his fat cock into her.

"Oooooooooh!" she moaned as he pressed the giant tip of his cock against her entrance.

He thrust slightly with his hips and the head of his cock forced its way into her. The sheer size of him stretched her farther than she'd been stretched since her last child ... his last grandchild.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow!" she cried as he forced his way into her, inch by torturous inch, until he filled her as far as her body would allow.

He struck rock bottom and was only a little more than half way inside her!

"Melissa!" he cried again as he began to thrust his hips, spearing his daughter to the shower wall as she cried out in agony with each brutal thrust.

His hands were strong; clamped like iron around her thick waist. His teeth and lips along the nape of her neck and the loud hot breaths in her ear were in rhythm with the fluttering pounding of her heart and the roar of the rushing blood in her ears.

"Melissa!" He moaned in her ear, "I love you, Melissa!"

She felt her vagina stretch and flood with liquid as the pain suddenly shifted to a sensation of ecstasy - the feeling a cunt was meant to feel.

Her nipples screamed in pleasure as every nerve in her body fired off simultaneously as he alternately lifted and lowered her onto himself, sliding her up and down the shower wall, sliding her soapy breasts against his giant hairy chest as he filled her with his monstrous penis.

"Larry," Linda moaned in return, hoping that she sounded enough like her mother would when he'd fucked her. "I missed you so much!"

"I need to cum in you, Baby!"

She couldn't resist him any longer.

"Okay," she squeaked.

"I love you!" He grunted and released inside her, his massive spurts of hot cum splashing her insides and coating her uterus.

The sensation of the huge amount of steaming semen he pumped into her sent her into a frenzy of jerks and spasms that culminated in the quivering sort of orgasm she'd only ever read about in magazines.

He held in the air and she clung to him. She seemed tiny in his giant arms, like she'd felt when he'd hold her as a child.

She'd always considered the fatherly love she'd felt when he'd hold her in his arms as a child as the greatest pleasure a man could give ... until now.

Now she felt a pleasure in his arms she could never imagine she'd feel in another man's arms again.

He staggered to his knees in the tub, still holding her tightly, managing to protect her body with his arms and shoulders as he fell despite the amount of alcohol he'd consumed.

He relaxed his grip on her and she slid herself up the wall to turn off the shower before the water went cold.

"I really do miss you, Melissa," He clung to her thighs and sobbed ... his face pressed into her crotch, his tears mingling with the soapy water and semen that still ran down her legs.

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"Linda?" her father mumbled as he fastened the diamond necklace around her neck in the mirror.

"Yes?" The jeans shorts and blouse didn't go with the diamonds but she wasn't going to protest.

"I'm sorry ..." he ran his fingers through her hair gently guiding her face closer to him. "Maybe I need to get myself some kinda professional help?"

"No!" She barked, looking up sharply from the beautiful necklace to catch his eye, "This is our secret now."

Her lust insisted she was the only one who could really help him and a sharp pang of jealousy stung her at the thought of him talking to someone else about his hurt.

"I'm what you need now," What could be so wrong about her comforting a hurting man, even if it was her own father?

No psychologist could ever understand him. They wouldn't understand what he really needed the way she could now.

"Happy Valentine's day, Linda," he said and gently turned her head to kiss her lightly on the lips.

"Happy Valentine's day, Dad," she replied as she reached into his trousers and lowered herself to her knees.

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"She's not coming back," Larry stated in a tone of resignation, "I know but it's just ... Valentine's Day of all days ... why did it have to be on this fucking day?"

He looked at his daughter Linda and she nodded affirmation.

"I'm sorry you felt like you had to come out here tonight; I'm sure Charlie had plans for the two of you ... it is Valentine's day after all."

"He understands," Linda replied, "Really," she insisted, "And if he doesn't, well then he doesn't really understand me."

Larry smiled at her.

"It's got to be tough out here without Mom," she smiled warmly in return, "I know how much you loved her but she'd want you to go on ... you have to know that."

She knew he understood the words on a logical level ... she wasn't confident he understood any of them on an emotional one.

"It's been over two years, Dad," Linda looked out over the deck's railing at the blackness beyond the light's reach.

Two years since she'd died in that horrible car accident.

Linda went to take a sip of her beer but somehow managed to splash it down the front of her blouse, and all over the beautiful diamond drop necklace she wore; the one that had once had been her mother's.

"Shit!" She looked over at her father. "Look what I've gone and done."

She smiled at him and watched his eyes to make sure he was staring at her tits.

"Go change," he said in his certain way; the way that for some reason, she'd never really had the courage to disobey, "Your Ma's clothes are still in her wardrobe."

"Sure, Dad," she said, surprised out how little girl her voice sounded to herself.

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