Natural Forces Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Natural Forces Ch. 01

... vacantly until she bent over and put her cup on one of the dishwasher racks. Trish, I suddenly realised, had a fantastic arse; her skin was flawless, thankfully without tatts. Her pj briefs had crept into her crack, like they always do, more like a g-string. I could even make out the mound of her bulging pussy through the little notch at the top of her thighs. The glimpse only lasted a second or two before she straightened and headed off back to her bedroom.

"Catch you later, Daddio," she said smiling.

My erection definitely required some attention now. I made another pot of coffee and took it back to my room. My boner ached. I went into the ensuite. I could see my hard dick pointing skywards in the mirror. I gripped it and rubbed it's length. It looked good and felt better. I thought about my innocent daughter. I thought about her skin, her nipples, her cute arse and her camel-toe cunt as I jacked off, looking at myself in the mirror.

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That first Trish-climax was tremendous. I felt weak in the knees and there was so much cum! I had to lay down and recover afterwards.

I'd never done that while thinking of Trish before. Yes, I'd jacked off thinking about Connie and many of Trish's other young friends, but this was the first time that I'd jacked off thinking about my daughter. It felt kind of dangerous and exciting to imagine touching her tits, how her cunt smelled, how good it would be to f...

I was shocked to realise that my cock was hard and in my hand ...

... again. I should snap myself out of this. I was horny, and to be honest, a little ashamed.

"Once I get used to Trish being around again, this will all settle down," I told myself, but I wasn't convinced.

Best to create a diversion, I thought, so I threw on my cycling gear and went for a ride around the river. I returned home a couple of hours later. I made sure to make plenty of noise. Trish didn't seem to be around, which was good. I drank some water, then grabbed a towel, threw my cycling gear into the wash and jumped in the pool.

Wow, it felt great. I did a few laps, dived and rolled and generally enjoyed the freedom of swimming naked. The back garden was sheltered from neighbouring properties, so I seldom wore swimmers. Even when the whole family lived here we'd usually swim nude, unless, of course, we had guests.

"That looks like a good idea."

I heard a voice. I looked over and sure enough Trish was standing by the edge of pool. I'd been floating on my back so I wondered whether Trish had seen my periscoping dick.

"It's getting hot," I said.

"You were gone for a couple of hours," Trish noted. "Must have been a good ride. Mind if I join you in there?" Trish asked.

"No, not at all," I replied, although I was a little anxious because I was naked again,"make yourself at home."

"I grew up here, Dad."

We laughed.

"Uh, Trish," I said, to warn her, "I'm not wearing my Speedos. I didn't realise that you were here. I'd thought you'd gone out."

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