“Dad.”
Terrence could hear his daughter, Tamara, calling behind him. As if he didn’t hear her, he walked with a sense of urgency to the backdoor of their house.
The breeze of the starry night somehow relieved his burning face.
“Dad,” he could hear her call once again.
He pulled out his cigarette and lighter from the pocket of his jeans and said, “Go back inside, Tamara. I’m not in the mood.”
However, she wouldn’t listen.
“I miss you, Dad. Don’t you miss me? We haven’t seen each other for months,” she said as she tried to lean her body towards her father.
“Tamara, leave me some space,” he said as he stepped away from her.
She looked at him with pity and said, “But I’m cold, Dad.”
“I told you to go back inside.”
“I want to talk to you.”
“We can talk later,” he answered and puffed out his cigarette.
“Dad, I really miss you,” she pitifully said as her arms hugged her shivering body.
“You barely talked to me earlier.”
Terrence looked at her and couldn’t help himself, but gave in. Her tight lace tank top that barely covered her belly and her cotton shorts were not enough to protect her from the cold.
With his cigarette between his lips, he took off his jacket and handed it over to Tamara with annoyance.
Her face quickly brightened, “I knew you couldn’t resist me, Dad.”
She quickly wore her father’s jacket, which reached to the middle of her thigh, and tried to hug him.
“Tamara, no,” he said.
Continuing to step back, he found himself pinned in the dark corner of their patio and unable to escape her embrace.
Terrence could feel the warmth of her body through his jacket, especially her mounds pressed tightly to his stomach.
“Fuck.”
A curse of frustration left his mouth. He picked the cigarette off his lips to his fingers.
“Tamara-” he tried to push her away.
“Let’s stay for a little while like this, Dad,” she muffled to his chest.
The night breeze once again blew, the scent of his daughter entranced his nose.
“Let’s go back inside, okay? Your mom and your sister are maybe looking for us,” he said.
“No, they have their attention fixed on the movie that they are watching.”
“Still…”
“Shhhh,” Tamara silenced her father.
Terrence could only puff on his cigarette to distract himself.
With his attention only on his cigarette, she let go of him and quickly took it then stepped back and tried to puff on it.
“Tamara!” Terrence warned in a low voice.
What Tamara didn’t expect was how suffocating it was. She coughed and held on to his shoulder for support.
“O-omg.”
“You’re twenty years old, yet you want to try smoking?” Terrence scolded as he patted her back.
“Sorry,” she apologized and coughed, “This is my first time, don’t worry.”
“And your last time.” He pulled the cigarette out of her hand and threw it on the ground, then tampered with his shoes.
“Yes, my last time.”
After stabilizing herself, she looked into her father’s eyes and saw the opportunity to ask, “Why are you avoiding me, Dad?”
Terrence looked away, “I’m not avoiding you.”
“Don’t lie. You’ve been avoiding me ever since our dinner.”
Her father looked at her irately, “You know what you did.”
“So you are avoiding me.”
“I just need space, Tamara. You’re acting very indecent towards me.”
“Then it must be working,” Tamara said bashfully.
“That’s not the point,” he countered. “I mean, no, of course not.”
With her height barely reaching the top of his shoulder, she stepped closer and looked up to his avoiding gaze. Her hands pressed on his hard chest.
“Let’s go back inside,” he said and tried to break into her touch.
“I’ll scream and make a scene. I know Mom will be furious,” she threatened.
“What’s wrong with you?!” he whispered furiously.
“Nothing’s wrong with me, Dad.”
“But your actions are. Trying to hold your father’s dick while your mom was cooking isn’t wrong?”
“I touched it by accident.”
“Then grinding your ass when we were sitting on the couch was also an accident?” he asked sarcastically.
“Yeah? I was about to sit beside you but ended up in your lap,” she said playfully.
Terrence shut his eyes so tight and laughed scornfully.
“What happened to you when I was away from work?”
“What do you mean? I’m still me, Dad.”
Terrence shook his head, as he knew there was no point arguing with her anymore. For another time, he tried to break away from her.
However, Tamara’s hand went down on top of his jeans. As her hand went down on top of his jeans, she could feel his raging boner through her chilly hand.
“Tam-“
“Please, Dad. Let me,” she cut him off.
“This is wrong,” he whispered with conviction, and pulled her hands away from him.
“No, it’s not.”
“You’re my daughter. Blood bonds us. This is incest,” he said as her hands tried to touch him once again.
“Mom will hear us if we keep fighting like this.”
“You still have the audacity to call her Mom, but you can’t think this is wrong when I’m your dad?”
“I want you as a father and as a man.”
“That won’t happen, Tamara.”
“Your dick’s acting otherwise,” she teased.
“We’re outside.”
“Then, we are going to continue inside?” she asked expectedly.
“No,” he whispered, “We will stop now.”
“Then we won’t be going,” she said as she tried to unbutton his jeans.
Terrence was about to stop her, but he didn’t expect his daughter to look up and kiss him on his lips. He froze for a moment.
Tamara took this opportunity to pull out his raging dick from his jeans and boxers. The shape of it glistened with pre-cum in the moonlight.
“You’re so big, Dad,” she whispered.
She was about to kneel, but her father stopped her.
“No, Tamara,” he said, “At least no more than touching, okay?”
Despite her disappointment at not being able to taste her father, her thrill was evident when he finally gave in.
“Thank you, Dad.”
Her arm snaked onto his shoulder and tried to pull him for a kiss. However, he was very firm this time, so she just leaned her body towards him and stroked his dick in a very slow and sensual manner.
Terrence could feel the warmth of her torturous touch.
“Let’s just finish it quickly,” he said, “They are going to look for us if we take so long outside.”
“They are watching an almost three hour long movie. You know they won’t get away from the TV.”
Terrence could only sigh as he looked around to make sure there was no one watching them.
“Dad, help me too,” she suggested as she pulled her father’s hand inside her cottoned short.
“You-“ Terrence took a big gulp before he could even finish his sentence.
“Surprise?” she smirked, “I’m so ready for you, Dad.”
The soaking private part of his daughter sent shivers all throughout his body that he tried to pull his hand away.
Of course, Tamara wouldn’t let that happen. She scooted more towards him so he wouldn’t have more space to move.
“Help me with your fingers, Dad. Don’t pull away. Feel how wet am I right now? This is all because of you.”
Her hips grind onto his fingers, “See?”
She giggled as she looked at his bewildered expression.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.
Terrence felt like his head was about to burst, like his dick. The self-control was no longer strong enough to stop his desires.
“Let’s change our position,” he suggested as he pushed her away for a bit and lean her in the wall.“ You better not tell anyone about this.”
“Of course,” Tamara agreed and snaked her other arms to her father’s shoulder, then reached for a kiss.
This time, Terrence was the one who filled the gap between them.
“We should hurry.”
His daughter moaned in agreement and was about to take off her shorts.
Terrence suddenly said, “I’m not going to fuck you, Tamara.”
“Why?” she asked disappointedly.
“We’re not crossing anything aside from this.”
“Why not? We already kiss and touch each other. Sticking your dick inside me will not make a difference.”
“Watch your mouth, Tamara. If you don’t agree, then we need to stop and forget that this happened.”
“Fine,” she surrendered, “This is fine with me.”
As they both agreed to continue, their hands busied touching each other’s sexes while their tongues intertwined.
“You taste so good, Dad.”
Terrence didn’t answer, but his fingers inside her pussy traveled and explored deeper, making her whine in pleasure.
“Fuck,” she squealed.
“Lower your voice,” he muttered between their kisses.
“Sorry, your fingers just fit nicely inside me,” she said, “I wonder how your dick feels.”
“Don’t try to imagine, I won’t do you, Tamara.”
Tamara just giggled and buried her face to his chest. Her body couldn’t help but tremble as her father’s fingers hit her spot.
“Relax,” Terrence whispered.
“How could I?”
“I waited and wanted this for so long,” she added.
Terrence felt a slight tug inside his chest. Although it was wrong, he felt honored to be desired by a beautiful woman like his daughter.
He raised her chin to share a passionate kiss.
“I love you, Tamara.”
With her eyes tearing up from pleasure, “I love you too, Dad.”
Tamara could feel her knees weakening, so she leaned her body into her father.
“You like that?” her father asked.
“Yes, Dad. It feels so wonderful. But it would be nicer to feel your cock inside me, wouldn’t it?”
Instead of answering, Terrence just kissed his daughter.
“Please, Dad?” she begged.
Terrence sighed and said, “Let me think about it.”
With the pleasure of her father’s fingers and the excitement for their future plans, her pussy tightened and quivered as it released her juices.
“Oh, Dad,” she moaned, “I’m about to go crazy.”
Terrence held her and kept his fingers thrusting back and forth of her pussy.
Her moans were getting louder, so he deepened their kiss to shut her up.
It took a while before Tamara calmed.
“Thank you, Dad. It was a blissful experience,” she whispered.
“I’m glad.”
“Now let me help you, hmm?”
Tamara once again tried to kneel, but like before, her father stopped her.
“No, just let me see you,” he said.
He pulled away from her and began to stroke his dick. The sight of her glistening pussy under the moonlight was incredibly sexy.
“You like what you see, Dad?” she asked playfully and tried to give him a good view of her pussy by pulling her shorts down to her knees, then opening her legs as she leaned on the wall for support.
“Gorgeous,” he whispered.
Tamara gave him a sweet smile and slowly ran her fingers over her soaked pussy.
The sight of his daughter fingering herself was too much of a stimulation for Terrence.
“Fuck, I’m about to cum.”
“Cum into my panties, Dad.”
Tamara hurriedly pulled down her panties and walked in front of him.
Terrence expertly shoot his cum to her clit. It slowly dripped down to the outer lips of her pussy.
“Hmm,” Tamara moaned, “It’s so warm.”
Terrence was about to say something, but they heard a voice coming inside their house.
“Terrence?”
The father and daughter looked at each other and both uttered, “Shit.”
They hurriedly fixed themselves as Terrence answered for his wife’s call.
He quickly went inside and busied her wife.
Terrence’s gaze followed his daughter, as she quickly slid inside the house behind his wife, her hands cupped her pussy. It did not escape his sight that some of his cum dripped down onto her thigh.
He cleared his throat at the scandalous sight and looked at his wife then smile so innocently.
“Let’s sleep?”