Linnea: Father's Flower

Another half an hour and my jaw was tiring, as well as my hands. I had told my father to close his eyes and think about Tabitha, but when I looked up he was staring at me, drinking me in with his gaze, running his eyes over my different body parts as if he wanted to violate every inch of my being, inside and out.

Against all reason, against all decency, against all common sense, and against all propriety, I stopped sucking his cock, and with a gentle kiss to the tip, I rose and turned my back on my father, giving him a bird's eye view of my butt, which I lowered without an ounce of shame, onto his throbbing cock. We both, simultaneously, moaned as I slid down over his member, taking it all in, repeatedly lifting myself until he was almost free of its confines, only to slide down again, plunging him inside me to the hilt.

I didn't know quite what to make of my feelings at that moment, or how to bring them under control. It made no sense to me that we were doing what we were doing, but it certainly felt like nothing I had ever felt before. He gripped the cheeks of my ass and spread them apart so that he could take in the sight of his cock sliding in and out of his daughter. I began to hump his shaft harder and harder, bringing myself down on him with loud pouncing noises that drowned out the wind beyond the walls of the secluded cabin.

Every time I landed square on his lap, his testicles would fly up and slap my pubic protuberance, kissing my clitoris repeatedly, until I lost all control of myself. My father was no more my father in my excited state. Like a bitch in heat, I cried out for any dog's prick to put out my fire. Fuck the situation. Fuck the consequences. Fuck the fact that I was fucking my nearest relationship. I needed to be filled with a man's meat. I needed to be drenched, inside and out, with a man's cum.

My steady humping soon became a frenzied free for all, as I began to fuck his cock with more force and speed, until every thrust pushed against my diaphragm and expelled the air from my lungs. I had lost all but my elemental and primal senses as I removed his hands from my butt and wrapped them around my nipples, manipulating his fingers to pinch my tits quite hard until they hurt.

Then I came.

I can't quite describe it in words. I know I screamed. Not just some pretended porn-video scream, but something deeply savage and curdling... a primal scream that shook the cabin and contended with the noise of the blizzard outside. I began to shake in a seismic orgasm that would have thrown me off my father's lap had it not been for the fact that he was pressing me against his groin with his bare hands upon my bare flesh... everything bare, everything exposed, everything...

Seconds later his medicated member exploded, flooding my insides with sperm. I couldn't hold it all. There was too much... an overabundance that never seemed to end.

When he was finished I collapsed into a spooning position on the couch, my father moving in tandem so that he never left my pussy. I could not stay awake nestled in his arms, drifting off for hours, to wake in those very same arms in which I fell asleep. He hadn't moved a muscle, not wanting to disturb his baby girl.

"How is my little flower?" he whispered in my ear when I woke.

I didn't need to answer. I just nestled closer in his arms. He was still inside me, only half his fully aroused state, but still sustained by the medication enough to remain inside for a while longer.

...and I was the happiest child on earth.

Chapter Nine

I learned many things about myself that night. I learned that I had a great capacity for self-sacrifice when it came to taking care of the person I love best in this world.

I learned that outward beauty carries with it a selfishness. It is the inward beauty of a person that makes him or her truly attractive through any lens. I learned to call on that inward beauty, while Tabitha, as pretty as she may have seemed, sacrificed a truly caring partner for a big dick and the comfort of her own bed when another needed her.

I learned that my mother, madre mia, was probably one of the most amazing women I had ever had the opportunity to know.

She had once told me to be brave and look after my father.

My father often commented on my bravery, driving through a blizzard and struggling through impossible snow drifts to bring food to him in that isolated spot. I never thought of it as bravery though. It was just how my mother raised me. What else could I have done?

I learned that love conquers all, a cliché that I have never ceased to see as anything but remarkable. I went back to school and received a degree in English Lit, then a master's, then a doctor's, and now I teach at the same university as my father, and I still live in the same home as my father, and I still sleep in the same bed as my father.

We keep our physical relationship to ourselves because, believe it or not, it is illegal for two consenting adults to make love to each other... if they are near relations. We fixed up the cabin so that it is a treasured spot we escape to when we want to get away from it all and be truly uninhibited and alone in the isolated hills of the Ozarks.

And lastly, I learned that true happiness cannot carry a label. It is above all judgment, approval or condemnation, and I truly believe that I am the happiest child on earth.

THE END