My daughter Claire and I - Sex Stories

My daughter Claire and I

... “You're a beautiful handful. In fact you are lots of handfuls; there are your beautiful breasts that have grown to a nice size since you've been sleeping in my bed. Then there are these nice round bum cheeks that feel so smooth. I love all your handfuls.” ~ ~ ~ Then one morning I woke up to discover that Claire was stroking my very-erect cock and I was very close to cumming. The feeling was so wonderful that I did nothing to stop her. Very soon I was squirting my load on her belly, my belly and her hand. Despite myself I pulled her body against mine and kissed her. “Thank you Claire. I have not felt that good in a very long time.” Claire giggled. “I was scared that you would be cross with me, but I had to do it.” “You know that I should be very very cross, but it felt so good. I'm sorry Claire. I'm afraid that I am a very bad Daddy.” “Well, I'm glad that you're a bad Daddy, because you're the sort of Daddy that I need. You're very special to me, and I hope that I'm very special to you too.” “Yes, Claire, you are my very special daughter and friend.” After she had given me that wonderful release a couple more times as I woke up on successive mornings, I admitted to myself that I had to continue with her hand jobs. The next night, as we got into bed I moved her hand to my already-erect cock and kissed her warmly. She took the hint and started stroking me. It only took a few minutes before I was squirting a fresh load between us. I pulled her body against mine. “Thank you ...

... Claire.” Claire giggled again and kissed me, not the way that we usually kissed, but a full lover's kiss on the lips with a little tongue as well. Then she pulled my free hand down to her pussy. “I want you to make me feel as good as I made you.” I was horrified. I could not do that to my little girl! Could I? I had enjoyed the sexual release that Claire had given me. Was it fair to receive and not to give? “Claire. I feel really bad. You made me feel so good but I really have to draw the line somewhere. I just cannot do what you are asking of me. Do you understand?” The look on Claire's face told me that she did not understand, or rather that she understood but did not accept my attempt to put my foot down. “I rather hoped that ...” I hugged her tightly and kissed her again, cutting off her sentence. “Claire, honey, you do realise that if the police ever found out the things that we do together, I could be put in gaol and you would end up in a foster home?” She was crying as she replied, “I know daddy but I'll never tell anyone and neither will you. Please?” I knew how wrong it was and yet – how could I refuse her? My hand slid down her body to her mound. Claire gave me another kiss on my lips. Her tongue slipped between my lips. I was glad that I did not believe in a god that would condemn me to burn in hell for my sins. I slid a finger inside Claire's cunt and stroked her clit with my thumb. She was moaning loudly. To stop her from causing the neighbours any alarm I pressed my ...