Natural Forces Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Natural Forces Ch. 01

... will, like she was just someone to be used by me. My head was spinning at the ferocity of my imagination and my cock was throbbing as my cum shot into the pool water.

"You OK, Dad," Trish asked with concern. "You look like you're in pain."

I quickly gathered myself, "Oh, um, yeah. Just a cramp in my foot. It's OK now."

That was close. I needed to be more in control. My cum was cloudy in the water and I swirled it around to help it disperse.

"I might hop in too," Trish said, appraising the warmth of the summer sun.

"Mmm," I thought, "that's it baby girl, come and swim in Daddy's cum." Wisely, I didn't say anything.

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After the swim I went to the shops and bought what I needed for dinner: chicken, spices and some bottles of wine from Din Murky's.

I spent the rest of the afternoon prepping and cooking. The avoid-thinking-about-fucking-my-daughter plan seemed to be working: no erections were recorded while I was absorbed in other activities. I opened one of the now chilled bottles of wine as a reward for myself.

"Fancy a glass of wine, Trish?" I called out.

"Yeah, OK," came the reply from upstairs, "why not!"

I poured a glass for my daughter and took it upstairs. She wasn't in her room.

"I'm in here, Dad," Trish's voice came from the bathroom.

"Oh," I said, not sure if I should enter or not, "I'll put your wine in your room."

"It's OK," she replied, "bring it in here. I can sip it decadently in the bath." She laughed.

I didn't need ...

... much encouragement. I opened the door and went in. Trish was laying back in the bath discreetly covered by bubbles. Her brown hair was tousled and loosely coiled in a chignon on her head. Her legs looked slippery and the light glistened on her wet, soapy skin. All the naughty bits were hidden.

"Uh," I said, "where would should I put it?"

"Here," she said, sitting up, "I'll take it."

Her torso rose from the bathwater. The water and bubbles sluiced sexily down her youthful body. The soft cones of her two small, perfect teats glistened wetly in front of me. My cock rose in a primal, Pavlovian sexual response. I stared, although I tried not to.

"Um, yeah, here you go," I managed to stammer. I shakily handed her the glass which was beaded in condensation from the steamy room.

"Thanks, Dad," she said as she reached a wet hand out to take it from me. She looked unbelievably sexy and sophisticated.

I stood rooted to the spot staring at the lovely wet tits. There was an awkward silence. I could feel the ache in my pants. Then a beep, beep was sounding, but I didn't hear it.

"Dad, what's that?"

"What's what?"

"That beeping?"

"What beeping?"

I collected my wits enough to work it out, "Shit that's the timer! The Jasmine rice!"

I turned reluctantly and sped down stairs. Arriving in the kitchen, I turned the timer and the hot plate off and let the rice rest. My cock was throbbing in my shorts. The idea of doing something to take my mind off fucking Trish ...