How I fucked my virgin daughter in her bedroom she was crying out, "I love it, I love it Oh it feels sooooo goood, please go deeper and longer strokes, I love it." "Breathe. Breathe. That's it! Don't push too hard
How I fucked my virgin daughter in her bedroom she was crying out, "I love it, I love it Oh it feels sooooo goood, please go deeper and longer strokes, I love it." "Breathe. Breathe. That's it! Don't push too hard
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How I fucked my virgin daughter in her bedroom she was crying out, "I love it, I love it Oh it feels sooooo goood, please go deeper and longer strokes, I love it." "Breathe. Breathe. That's it! Don't push too hard

How I fucked my virgin daughter in her bedroom she was crying out, "I love it, I love it Oh it feels sooooo goood, please go deeper and longer strokes, I love it." "Breathe. Breathe. That's it! Don't push too hard," came the instructions in the delivery room as Erin was bringing her first baby into the world.  "What am I doing here?" I thought to myself. "A woman's husband or mother should be here. Not a father." I grabbed my daughter's hand and squeezed it, "Baby, you're doing really well, I'm so proud of you," I encouraged my only daughter who was close to presenting me with my third grandchild. Erin had moved in with me shortly after her divorce.  My mind was racing, "Why didn't you marry a normal guy? Why did James wait until you got pregnant to tell you he wanted to live with his male lover and your marriage was a mistake?" These thoughts blitzed through my mind as this precious daughter was working so hard to deliver life into this world.  It broke my heart having my daughter crying night after night about her failure as a woman and a wife. This time did form a bond between the two of us. We spent the second and third trimesters of her pregnancy together. Night after night I would rub lotion onto her expanding belly to help keep her skin soft and pliable. So many times I would feel my grandchild kick at my hand in protest. These were moments of precious intimacy. It was the cure I needed for my loneliness and hurt.  "I see hair," announced one of the nurses, "Grandpa, come over here and see your latest grandchild."  I dropped Erin's hand and went to view this new entry into the world with Erin's legs spread apart in the stirrups, certainly not a modest view for a woman to be in. She was clean shaven so the little red hairs were certainly not hers. I thought I had a strong constitution, but this was really a messy sight and I was feeling very light headed. And soon the baby came out in a gush, so fast that the doctors had to reach quickly to catch it.  "It's a girl!"  I looked at this new entry into the world and scrutinized it carefully. I thought, "yes, they're right. It is a girl, she has female plumbing." It's ridiculous what stupid thoughts come into your mind when you're stressed out.  Tears came to my eyes, "Marty why did you have to die. The little granddaughter we had wanted for so long was now here. A little girl needs to be held by her grandmother." These were the thoughts that went through my mind as I starred at my daughter's anatomy on display in such a non sexual manner.  "Buffy."  "What did you say Erin?" I asked.  "I want to call her Buffy. Buffy Marie Wilson. Buffy."  I went to my daughter's face and kissed her. She knew that was my mother's name and how I loved it. "Thank you Erin. It means so much to me."  "Daddy having you here means so much to me. I was so frightened that I would have to face this all alone. Thank you."  "This is the greatest thrill I could ever have. Seeing little Buffy come into the world." The nurse laid Buffy across Erin's chest so this new mother could see her first child immediately. Buffy already had light red hair on her head. "I guess there's no doubt she's mine is there," said Erin with a very content smile on her face.  "No baby. She has your hair. And I can already see you in her."  I was asked to go into a waiting room while they finished up in the delivery room. Later I was sent to Erin's room in the hospital to wait for her. She arrived, looking very exhausted, but very thrilled.  "Daddy, thank you for being here when I needed you the most. And thank you for letting Buffy and me come live with you... I was so anxious about where I was going to go, what I was going to do."  She had stayed in her apartment after James left her. All through her pregnancy it was just the two of us. Her apartment had a rule against children and she was forced to move. Her mother had died a year ago after a long bout with cancer. And I had this big four bedroom home that was too much for one very lonely man to live in. I had resorted to talking to the furniture, looking at Marty's pictures and spent hours crying in my loneliness. "No Erin, thank you for coming to live with me. I need someone in the house so very badly. I'm hurting. You and Buffy are the medicine I need."  I couldn't wait for them to come home. I took the next two days off and stayed at the hospital. I would just spend hours looking in the nursery at Buffy, to a point that the nurses knew my name the moment I walked into the viewing area, and would rush her crib to the window for me. "God, she's beautiful," I thought. My trips to Erin's room were filled with hugs and kisses. I guess I did over do it with flowers and cards. But she was all I had. Her older brother was gone. Killed in an auto accident. My daughter in law had remarried and my two grandsons had been adopted. Except for a card on my birthday, I never heard from them. My wife was gone. I had no brothers or sisters. so it was just the three of us for all practical purposes. So why shouldn't I give her a room filled with flowers, and Hallmark could always print more cards. When not at the hospital, I moved all of Erin's belongings into the house, repainted her room, bought her some new furniture, and of course the best crib I could find for my new pride and joy. Why not, this was for my granddaughter, only the best. I bought every supply I thought might be needed. Everything was ready for my new, welcomed house guest and her mother. I was thrilled.  Not only was I thrilled to have Erin here, but Erin was tickled pink to be here. I made it clear that this was her home and she was not a guest. This was the beginning of a new depth to our relationship. One that would take some very strange twists. Buffy was only four days old. Erin had just been home her first full day. I got home from work and she was in the living room with the TV on watching the news. As I stepped into the room she smiled and said "Hello." She was bare from the waist up and was nursing Buffy. Her breasts had always been large, but they were positively enormous now, and swollen as if they were going to burst at any moment.  "Erin, don't you think you should cover up?" I suggested trying to hide my embarrassment.  "Dad, these are the same breasts you saw in the hospital. Don't be embarrassed."  "Well, this is different."  "How? They're the same breasts. And now they're being used for one of their intended purposes." The tag on her bra was sticking out, and it read, "G-cup." And she was overflowing that!  "I know, I know but," I protested half heartedly. I am still a man, and there will always be that fascination with the female breast. They were so much larger than I had realized, and quite full.  "Daddy, when you bought the supplies for Erin did you buy a breast pump? I'm really swollen and lactating a lot more than I expected. I'm expressing every time I even touch or bump my breasts and I'm like a fountain, see?" She gently squeezed her immense left breast and a faucet of milk sprayed several feet in front of her onto the floor.  "My god, Erin, that's... that's... amazing!"  "Maybe, but it's painful if I don't keep them drained. Maybe you could help me with that when the baby's asleep later?"  "Sure, I guess, if you need me to," not knowing exactly what she had mind.  "Anyway, I need that breast pump as soon as possible. Did you get it?"  "A what?"  "I guess you didn't. Buffy is falling asleep and she won't be going to my other breast. I need to expel the milk out of my other breast. I need a breast pump to do that. My breast will keep producing milk and it's already getting a little tender."  "I'm sorry Erin, I didn't know anything about that."  She looked me in the eye and without a smile said, "I want you to relieve the pressure."  "I'm sorry, I don't think I understood you."  "I need you to come over here and take care of the milk in my breast."  "Erin, I don't think a father needs to get that intimate with his daughter, and besides it will make a mess with me squeezing it out."  "I wasn't thinking about you squeezing it out with your hands."  "What then were you thinking about?"  "I want you to use your mouth and nurse it out."  "Wait a minute, that's not proper. I mean I'm your father not your husband. No I can't do a thing like that."  Tears were starting to come to her eyes. "Daddy, I'm starting to get really uncomfortable. I'm asking for your help. If I cut my finger you would be the first one to get a bandage, wouldn't you. Well I need your help right now. Please!"  "But...."  "Didn't you ever taste mother's breast milk when she had the two of us?"  "Well no, your mother couldn't nurse so she never produced any. But what you are suggesting young lady, it's not right?"  Now the tears were really flowing. "Please!! Mom used to tell me how great and kinky you were as a lover. I can't believe that drinking some of my milk is such a damning thing. Besides, there is no one else on this planet that I would want to taste my milk other than you and Buffy. I want you to try it. Please... for me...."  I took great pride that even as Erin was growing up, I never so much as touched her, not that she wasn't as beautiful to me as her mother was. I did have a great sense of decency and I wanted her to always remember me as a clean, decent father. One that she could remember with pride and love. Not a molester or pervert. Yet her breasts were larger than normal now that they were making milk. And they were so beautiful. I was so lucky that she had become such a beautiful woman. Erin looked very statuesque with her 5'10" frame, her gentle soft curves, bright red hair, and soft blue eyes. Her nipples were very erect. And I did envy Buffy. Marty's illness had deprived us from expressing our physical love for over a year. Her death had become a blessing she had suffered so much for so long. I indeed was horny. I had been so depressed I didn't even masturbate all this time. Passion was driving completely through my body. "Okay Erin. But it isn't because I'm perverted or anything. I'll try it."  "Daddy, you're not perverted. You're a healthy man with all the passions of a man. You're the only man in my life now and I need your help."  I slowly moved my mouth over her left nipple and began to suck lightly, I was so afraid of hurting her nipple or breast.  "Buffy sucks harder than that Daddy."  I soon felt the milk coming into my mouth. I was shocked at how sweet it tasted. It reminded me of "Eagle Brand Milk" we used to have when I was a kid. My stimulation seemed to be so pleasing to Erin. She closed her eyes and literally purred at my sucking. I could feel my cock getting hard and really tried to disguise it.  "Well how does it taste?"  "The truth?"  "Yes, the truth."  "Wonderful. Sweet and light. And...."  "Enjoyable?"  I blushed, "Yes," I said with a very subdued tone, "Very enjoyable, very enjoyable indeed."  What a time of intimate delight this was. I was soon nursing like a 50-year old infant. Enjoying the taste and sensations. I closed my eyes and my mind got lost in the reality of whose breast I was nursing at. After a while I felt Erin gently kiss my forehead. And soon she let me know her breast was sufficiently drained.  "Thank you Daddy. That was such a wonderful feeling. I can't tell you how close it made me feel to you just then."  I got a little bolder in my reactions. "Hey with breast as beautiful as yours, what real man wouldn't want to nurse on them. Erin you're such a beautiful woman. I'm so lucky to have you as my daughter."  "How did you really feel about it? Was it sexual, or what?"  "No, there was nothing sexual about it. It was, well, intimate. Sensual in many ways, but not sexual."  "Not sexual? I guess that's my lot in life. A companion. But never a sexy one."  "I didn't say that. Speaking as a man and not your father, you are an enormously sensual lady. No you're down right sexy. You have it all. If you weren't my daughter and 25 years younger than me, I'd have a hard time leaving you alone."  I didn't realize how much Erin needed to hear those words until she really started to open up. "I needed your validation, Daddy. I needed to hear you admit that I was a sexual turn on. It's important to me."  This was the first hint that I had that Erin had not enjoyed a full rich sex life.  Over the next few weeks it became a habit that when I was around and Buffy was finished, I got to drink the leftovers. I got to a point that I really enjoyed the taste and knew that some day it would be gone so I needed to enjoy it while I could. I still was not having trouble with my cock getting hard. But the idea of having Erin around constantly was starting to get into my thinking. I had found Erin's body a very exciting and stimulating thing. Everything I had said to her was true, she was sensual, and sexually stimulating. I was able to control my urges to rip her clothes off because of a deep sense of what I was taught as being right and wrong. And incest was wrong. But oh my she was all woman and I was getting so attached to the feel of her body during these very intimate times.  Erin had been in the house for two months when a new incident happened. My house was large. It had four bedrooms, a family room, den, living room and three bathrooms. The two upstairs bathrooms were the ones we used. But the shower in my bathroom was big and luxurious. Most of it had been custom made years before. This was a day that I had gotten off early. I was the Marketing Manager for a large industrial firm, and we had just finished the details on a big new venture. I wanted to go home and take my two ladies out to dinner to celebrate this event. I went into the house and up the stairs to shower and change clothes. I didn't even look for Erin. I went into my bedroom and removed most of my clothes just down to my undershorts. I went into the bathroom to turn on the shower when I came to a screeching halt. There was Erin, totally nude and drying herself off, having finished a shower herself. Her pubic hair was starting to fill out now. It was the same red color as her mothers. She was like a dream standing there.  "Oops, Oh my God, Erin I'm sorry, I didn't even think... Wow, I'm sorry darling." I said as I regained my composure and realized what had happened. I was embarrassed not for what I had seen, but for invading her privacy.  "Daddy! What's wrong?"  "I had no idea you would be in the shower. I would have knocked to let you know I was home. Please forgive me."  "For what? Coming into your own bathroom. That's silly"  "Well you're... I mean you aren't...."  She looked down at her body and then looked at me, "you mean I don't have clothes on?"  "Well yes, that's exactly what I mean. I want you to have all the privacy you need. And I've burst in on you like this." She knew how embarrassed I was.  Then she started to laugh. "I was in the delivery room, my legs up in the air, spread apart, with who knows how many strangers staring at every private part of me. There isn't anything I have on or in my body that you didn't see and now your flustered at seeing me nude. I can't believe it. I'm not ashamed or bothered. You're the man in my life, you should be able to look."  "I'm your father. The grandfather of Buffy." I remarked as I sat on the edge of the bed half stunned by this conversation and the events that were taking place.  "And the only man in my life who has ever really loved me."  I couldn't believe that my own daughter's body was so exciting to me. I could feel my nine-inch cock getting harder by the second. I couldn't hide it, there was no place to turn, no place to run to. Erin saw it right away.  "I turn you on don't I?" she said as she sat next to me on the edge of my bed. She continued to dry her hair with the towel.  I was stumped. I couldn't lie. "I'm sorry baby, it's just a reaction. Yes you are more than sexy. But I haven't allowed myself to feel turned on for so long. I mean it's been so long since I had the chance to see such a beautiful sight. I did everything I could to honor your mother. I stayed away from every temptation on earth to be totally faithful while she was sick.  "You never masturbated?"  "No. I wanted to be faithful in thought as well as deed, so I tried to turn my attention away from any thinking that would give me problems."  "Not even after mother was gone?"  "I was too depressed. I loved her so deeply, I was so empty. You and Buffy have given me so much of a reason to live."  Erin set the towel next to her and looked me straight in the eye. "When you looked at me and got turned on, that was the most thrilling feeling I have had in over a year."  "What makes you think I got turned on?"  "Your body gave you away."  I got very uncomfortable. What was she thinking of me. Getting a hard on at seeing my own daughter nude.  " I was a virgin up until my junior year in college," she continued I was too busy with school, studies, and work to get involved with a man. I had two quick romances, but while there was sex involved they were very unsatisfactory. I met James and his love for the arts became a common ground for us. But he never made me feel like a woman. His lovemaking was very clumsy and unromantic. He had no idea what fore play meant. The only way I ever got an orgasm was after he was asleep, I could masturbate. So, when you looked at me and admired my body, I felt validated as a pure sexy female. That's all I ever wanted from James or any man. That was a very thrilling moment for me. And it came from you." I had no idea where this was leading. But I got a hint when her hand move over the top of my under shorts and she began to gently stroke my still hardened cock beneath them. I tried to back off, but I was so horny and it had been such a long time. My prejudice dropped immediately. Oh I tried to protest, "this is wrong Erin. This is very wrong. It's against God and the Bible."  "Oh. So Adam didn't have sex with his daughters? Where did the wives of his sons come from? No Daddy this is not wrong. You mean so much to me, I love you more than I can express."  She fumbled to remove my briefs and finally I relented and removed them. She was as strong willed as an adult as she had been as a child, so when her mind was made up, don't fight it, just give in. My cock was at full mast now. It was sticking straight out. Erin took it into her hand and admired it. She cupped my balls and said, "These produced the sperm that made me."  I looked down rather sheepishly and smiled at her and said, "I never replaced them."  We both giggled at my preposterous remark. She looked at them and at my cock with great wonder. "It is kind of thrilling to me to know that this is the place that part of me was formed." She stroked my cock lightly. "Mom always bragged to me about this."  "She didn't. Did she?"  "When I went to college, she and I talked a lot about sex. She enjoyed everything the two of you did. She was so proud of you and what a lover you were. And kinky."  I looked up to the ceiling as if looking into heaven and said, "Marty you could never keep anything private."  "Daddy, I always wanted a man to satisfy me the way mother was so satisfied. I never found him. Please lay down next to me and let's talk some more. I need to talk."  We laid down next to each other, her hand was still stroking my cock gently, but not enough to make me explode. Then she removed her hand and placed her hand on mine and guided it to her mons. She pressed my hand firmly against her pubic hair which was now starting to grow back. She closed her eyes and let out a sound of contentment like a dove's coo. "Please feel me," she said, "I need your touch so desperately now. Please." With this she parted her legs to give my hand complete access to her very wet slit. My brain was now disconnected and I was running on lust power. I rolled over on my side facing her and my finger traced around her entire pussy. It had been so long since I felt this. I had forgotten how wonderful it felt. Erin saw it in my face. "I am sexy to you," she said half asking.  "Oh my dear baby, you are the sexiest woman alive in the world today." She knew half of this was lust talking, but a big part of this was my heart talking. She was sexy. I perceived her as being of incredible beauty and she felt it. My finger found her clit. I toyed with it, giving it sincere promises of even more attention. My touch of her clit sent her body into a complete spin. It was like turning on a light that illuminated her entire soul. Her pussy was now literally dripping it's juices. I really wanted to lean down and drink this feminine nectar. But instead I wanted her to call the shots. This was her body and I wanted her to orchestrate my moves. She raised her hips and asked me to put my fingers inside. I love the feel inside a woman's vagina. It is soft, wet and warm. And it is full of sensations for me. Hers was as wonderful as I remember her mother's being. My fingers were getting very slippery from all her lubrication. I was sensitive to how brutal childbirth had been to her pussy and didn't want to hurt her or bring any kind of discomfort to her. Soon I was rubbing from deep inside to up and across her clit. Each time bringing up more of her internal juice to bath her now swollen clit. With each stroke her body responded. I picked up my speed a little and her butt started bouncing on the bed in response to my stroking. I rolled over and was partially on top of her. Her right breast was pressed against my chest. Soon she was shaking with pleasure, her breast was lactating slightly against my chest. She was dripping between her legs and from her chest. Her entire body became flush and soon she was crying out, "I love it, I love it Oh it feels sooooo goood, please go deeper and longer strokes, I love it."  I plunged my thick prick deeper and made my stokes glide more rapidly along it's path each time circling her clit rubbing all of it's surface I could. With a loud moan of joy, Erin crashed into a gigantic orgasm. Her skin was flushed completely red, making her look completely sunburned. Her eyes were shut with floods of tears streaming from their corners. Her lips were trembling trying to hold back her crying. As she started to lose some of her flush, I asked her if she was okay. I just knew that she was a victim of guilt now and it was all my fault. "I'm sorry baby, we just went too far."  She opened her eyes and rolled up to embrace me tightly. "Oh no Daddy, we haven't gone too far. I have never had an orgasm that strong in all my life. Mother was right. You are wonderful. I love you so much," She kissed me not as though I was her father, but as a lover. "Thank you for that I needed that so very much. That's everything I've wanted sex to be. That's the feeling I have dreamed about. I love you."  Her tears brought tears to my eyes. "The feel of your pussy was so wonderful. I had forgotten just how wonderful it was. I have missed it so much more than I have admitted to myself. I love you Erin. Your being here in my..., no our house means everything to me. And you were outstanding just now."  She looked down at my cock which was half erect now. "Please let me show you how much I love you now. I want to suck you."  I was so melted now I couldn't protest at all. I laid back and let her work on me. She showed signs of some practice, I had learned that James insisted on blow jobs over intercourse. But then that figured to be the case knowing his orientation. Because of this, Erin became very skilled. She manipulated my cock with her fingers as carefully as a craftsman making a real work of art. With her mouth she used lips, tongue and teeth with a deftness of a surgeon. I wasn't going to hold back at all. I could feel myself getting ready to shoot a year of pent up frustration. I wasn't sure what she was going to do. But as I exploded, she moved her head away and tried to catch my semen in her hand. "I just want to see it this time," she said I want to swallow it next time."  Next time!!! I still hadn't gotten over the shock of the first time.  "Why do you want to see it," I asked.  "Daddy, it's this very semen that went into Mother and made me. It's corny, but it's important for me to see it."  She scooped it up, looked at it like a scientist, and then rubbed it against her body. Finally she leaned down and wrapped her mouth around my now somewhat flaccid cock and sucked the last drops of semen into her mouth... She smiled very approvingly when she looked up at me. And then with a very quick change in mood, she asked, "just why are you home so early anyway?"  "Well I just finished our new marketing campaign and got the owners to approve it. So I wanted to take my two favorite ladies to dinner."  "Well let me wash off again and feed Buffy, and then let's go. In the meanwhile you can take your shower and get ready."  Erin was not a woman to argue with. She was very bright. She could have majored in anything in college and done well. When she had her mind made up, she could move mountains. I had resigned myself to the fact that my daughter was going to call the shots. It was actually okay, because I didn't have to explain our actions to anyone in the world. The only other living relatives I had were three sisters, and they all lived miles away and never visited. So it really was just the three of us. All we had in the world was each other.  We did keep separate rooms still. And the shower incident was now a week or so past. Having the two ladies in the house had started to make my life brighten up considerably. I had remembered how nice Erin's pussy felt. I would lay in bed at night trying to remember the feeling and slowly masturbating myself to relief. It was a struggle for me. The temptation was too real. Too close.  One night everything was starting to get to me. The total frustration of what was happening inside me and in the house was taking a toll on my nerves. I came home one afternoon and just sat in a chair. Erin was upstairs in her room. When she came downstairs, she saw me, half asleep shivering and yet perspiring.  "Daddy, you don't look too good. Maybe you better go to bed. I'll help you." She helped me up the stairs, got me undressed and into bed.  As the evening progressed I didn't seem to improve. Chills racked my body. Erin really started to become concerned. She laid on top of the bed covers next to me and read while I tried to sleep. I finally fell asleep, and when I woke up, my hand touched Erin's body there in bed under the covers with me. The chills had subsided by now and my head was clearing up. "What the dickens," I thought. "What is Erin doing in bed with me? And with no clothes on? This is wrong. Really perverted." And with that I fell back asleep. When I got up the next morning. She had been up for some time and I could hear that she was now in the kitchen. I showered and got dressed. As I went into the kitchen, I looked at her with a look of shock.  "Good morning Daddy. You look so much better this morning. I was really worried for a while last night."  "You spent the whole night in bed with me?"  "Of course I did. You were ill."  "Erin, that's too dangerous."  "I didn't think what you had was infectious."  "That's not what I mean. I don't know how I kept myself from you."  "Always promises, never action."  I was stunned by her blatant remark. "No, you're not playing games. I might not be a 25-year old buck, but I still have a sex drive, and it's hard enough with me nursing on your breasts, seeing you coming out of the shower and that one afternoon. It's just too dangerous."  "What danger? You mean we might do something that we both would like?"  "Father, I want to move into your bedroom with you. That was the best night of sleep I have had in months. Just having someone next to me was so wonderful."  "Erin, that just wouldn't be right. I couldn't handle the situation."  "I have made up my mind and I don't want to argue."  Only a fool would argue with a woman who has their mind made up. Erin would not budge, and I was really not in a mind to try to argue her out of her decision. I would have to 'let the chips fly and lay where they would'.  I went to work and tried not to think about this new sleeping arrangement. I felt like every female who came into my office that day was looking at me as being the consummate 'dirty old man'. It was really bothering me. I guess partially because I knew deep down inside that Erin and I were going to go further in our sexual relationship. Before leaving from work I called Erin and told her we would be going out to dinner. Somehow I guess I thought that would ease me out of my anxiety.  When I got home, Erin was on the couch nursing eve. "I moved my things into 'our' room today. But I left you room for your things." Moving her "things" into my bedroom was kind of a joke anyway. She already was using my bathroom and had all her stuff in there. She had been using her mother's closet, so except for her body being next to me in bed, she was already moved into my room. I showered and was standing in the living room in my one button suit, calling a nice restaurant while my daughter was sitting nude on the couch nursing Buffy. Actually Buffy had more clothes on than either of the adults did. When she finished feeding Buffy, Erin handed her to me and told me to change her diaper and get her ready while she got ready.  I undid Buffy's wet diaper and looked at her in all her purity and innocence. I looked at that tiny slit and thought to myself how that would someday be a great attraction to some man. "At least you will never have to worry about having your father in this kind of a situation." I said to Buffy as she cooed. I looked at her perfect little body, and again at her little slit and just shook my head, "that little tiny slit gets more people in trouble when it gets mature. But now it's just a source of inconvenience for the adults around. I chuckled as I powdered her bottom and wrapped her up tightly in a dry diaper. "Do you understand what's happening here Buffy? I'm not sure I do. If you do ever find out and you probably will, please understand and love me and your mother. We love you so very much."  Dinner was wonderful. Erin and I talked from our hearts. We talked about so many things. I would sit back and just marvel at the intelligence of my daughter. Tears started in my eyes.  "What's wrong Daddy?"  "A few months ago I felt so alone. And now I have everything. I've seen the looks of the men who walk by. They notice what a beauty you are. But none of them knows just how bright you are. You could have been anything in this world. I guess I'm just the luckiest man in the world. You're everything a man could want. And you love me."  "Wow. For once I'm speechless. How can I possibly respond?" she grabbed my hand and with a gentle squeeze she said, "Father, you're wrong. We are so lucky to have each other." (When I heard her use the term 'Father' I knew this was from her heart.)  Our dinner went very well. And as we drove home, Erin couldn't have sat closer to me unless she sat on my lap to drive. We put Buffy down for the night in the crib which I moved in with us and got ready for bed ourselves. I have always been one who believed that pajamas were to be used only in case of a fire. Erin was the same way.  She laid on the top of the covers and asked me to rub some lotion on her small stretch marks. What an unfair price women pay to give life. I did this with great relish, and love for her. She was lucky that they weren't really noticeable. But I didn't care. I had seen them on her mother's body and respected them as the reminder of a sacrifice made for me and our children. I loved the feel of Erin's skin. So youthful, so smooth. I closed my eyes to let my fingers tell my brain what a wonderful sensation they were feeling. All too soon I had finished. It was time for the two of us to call it a night.  She got up and went into the bathroom and I heard her pee. Even the sound of a woman peeing had been missing in my life. That hissing sound as the amber fluid rushes past her inner and outer lips is so distinctive. I have often thought that the word 'piss' was designed to emulate this sound. I laid there and listened to it like it was music.  Erin crawled into bed with me and immediately embraced me. Her young smooth body with that youthful soft skin felt so nice. Our relationship to each other soon became a non issue. We didn't immediately jump on each other, but instead we talked.  Erin started with, "Mother and I used to talk a lot about sex after I went to college. She used to tell me everything about the sexual relations the two of you enjoyed."  "Everything!?"  "Yes Daddy, everything."  I snorted at the idea. Marty wouldn't give away all our little fun things. Erin just got some things, not everything. "Erin I doubt she said too much."  Erin started to giggle, "well let's see. She said you were kinky. The two of you used to play pee games in the shower. You used to love to hear her pee. That's why I left the door open. I knew you liked to hear it."  I groaned.  "You hate to cum first. You had to know that Mother had an orgasm before you tried to have one. She told me how she would sometimes fake hers just to have you cum first."  "She never did. I would have known she was acting."  "She did that because she used to love to then have you masturbate her with your fingers getting your cum all over your fingers and rubbing her clit with it. It was a real turn on for her because she knew you really didn't care to do it, but she could get you horny enough."  "She did, did she? And...."  "She said that the most exciting about sex with you was that it was fun. She said you made sex play and not just sex."  "Well that's true. I have always felt it was such a pleasure that it had to be fun. I never use the word 'fuck' when it comes to sex because it sounds like something you're doing to someone and not with. I don't always use the term 'lovemaking' because it sounds like you're having to work at it. I love the concept of fore play, because sex isn't serious, it's play. Victorian wives made it work, making babies makes it work, but it was given to us to have fun with. To play."  "That's what I have always wanted. To get enjoyment from sex to make it fun."  "It is fun Erin. Didn't we have fun that one afternoon? Was there any work involved? And don't get exercise confused with work."  "It was wonderful! I have never enjoyed it so much in my life."  "It was wonderful because it didn't have a purpose to it. We just got caught up with each other. We played."  "Mother used to say that she was so inexperienced about sex before the two of you were married. She didn't know if your cock was bigger than normal or smaller. She just knew it was hard and wonderful."  "I've never measured it. But someday I'll get a yardstick and see how big it is. Sex is 25% equipment, 75% attitude. If my cock is tired, my tongue will never be tired."  "Mother said you used to love to eat her and lick her butt hole."  I looked to the ceiling and said, "Marty wasn't anything sacred?"  Erin continued on going into details I thought would never escape my bedroom. I was caught somewhere between being embarrassed and happy with my reminiscing of the way things were. "Your mother and I did have a wonderful sex life. We could laugh at any time and not destroy our moods. I loved her with all my heart and never even was tempted to cheat on her because she was such a complete partner. She would try anything and look for ways to enjoy it."  "Daddy, I'm the very image of my mother. Put your prejudice about our relationship away, and just let's enjoy our lives together. Please."  I hugged and kissed Erin for all I was worth. My hand felt her tight round butt as her head snuggled against my shoulder.  "Erin, I'd like to play now, but Buffy will be waking you in a couple of hours for a feeding and I have to get up at five. I'll be home between three and three thirty tomorrow. We have the entire weekend together. Let's put both cars in the garage, unplug the phone and just be together. We can sunbathe in the yard, go skinny dipping, do anything you want. Let's have the whole weekend just being with each other and with Buffy."  Erin didn't say anything. She just squeezed my arm tighter and was soon asleep.  Five o'clock seemed to come a couple of hours early. I had heard Buffy cry at two and heard Erin get her, bring her to bed and feed her. While the sounds of her nursing weren't really sexy, I loved hearing them. I knew that Erin would have let me finish off her milk if I wanted to, but I wanted her to rest. When I got up and showered I tried not to disturb her. But as I walked back into the bedroom to get dressed she started to get up. "No you stay in bed and rest Erin. You didn't get much sleep last night." She just purred and melted back under the covers with a thank you.  My day went really well. Everyone seemed to notice that I looked happier than I have in a couple of years. I told them that having my daughter with me, and the joy of being able to hold my little granddaughter has made me feel alive again. I was alive again. The tune from the play "Erin" kept ringing in my ears. You know, "Erin, Erin, things are all coming now....." But my life was coming back into happiness now.  I got home about 3p. I parked the car in the garage. I noticed that Erin had already parked her car there. I shut and locked the door and went into the house to be greeted by this gorgeous red headed woman wearing her birthday suit and a big smile. "Well are you hungry or horny?" she asked.  "Well I did work through lunch and haven't eaten," I said jokingly, "what about you?"  She didn't say a word. She came over to me and removed my tie, unbuttoned my shirt and removed it, undid my belt and zipper on my pants, letting them drop to the floor, and slid off my undershorts letting them all stand in a pile on the floor. She only paused in between items to kiss me. There we were in the kitchen. I had my clothes laying on the floor dressed only in shoes and socks and this hot horny doll who was 25 years younger than me was standing there admiring my 50-year old body. "If I'm dreaming, don't wake me up," I thought.  "You're going to have to do your shoes and socks, I'm going upstairs."  I put all my clothes in their proper place and ran up stairs. I heard the shower running. When I got into the bedroom Erin wasn't there. "I'm in here," she said calling from the shower.  I went into the shower with her. "Sit down," she instructed. I followed her request which was a request and not a command. She waited for me to get comfortable and then she straddled my thighs and spread her cunt lips exposing her urethra. Slowly pee started to come out. "This is harder to do than I thought," she said. But soon she was relaxed and allowed a warm full stream to splash against my chest and run down my stomach running down either side of my balls and over my thighs. She went for a long time. When she was finished. She just looked at me with a big smile on her face, like she did the day when she had first ridden her bicycle. She had accomplished something new. "Well did you enjoy my surprise?"  "Do we have any more ice tea in the house? I didn't think you were going to stop. Sweetie, it was just wonderful. Yes I enjoyed it."  "Was it as good as Mother's?"  "You're certainly her daughter. When you said she told you everything, I didn't realize she blabbed about technique. Yes you're every bit as fun as she was." I got up and kissed Erin. Now our kisses were becoming more meaningful. Our tongues were intertwining and dancing against each other. I felt bad not because this was my daughter, but because she deserved someone more her age. She is far too good to be wasted on a man my age. Yet I was going to grab the moment and enjoy it.  We continued on until she asked, "well aren't you going to return the favor?" I hugged her tightly and then with one hand held my cock pointing it upward and peed a stream between us, then lowered it to finish on her pubic hair which was really starting to fill out. "Hmmm," she said, "it does feel so warm and really nice. It was nicer than I thought it would be, and fun."  I took the bar of soap and started to apply soap all over her body. paying special attention to the area between her legs. I was intent on having fun and so was she. When she turned around to rinse, I soaped her back and ran the soap and then my well soaped hand between her ass cheeks and along her crack. I paid a great deal of attention to her ass. When her turn came, she followed my example. She had me completely lathered and worked up. Her slender fingers felt so good on my body. "How in the Hell could James prefer some hairy legged guy over this?" I thought. I didn't hate or resent him, just didn't understand and felt sorry for him. I could never be gay or bi. I haven't gotten my fill of the female body yet.  By the time we had showered and shampooed, I was so worked up that the next touch of my cock was going to pump cream to the ceiling. Erin had manipulated me with such great skill which was from instinct more than practice.  We dried each other and immediately went to the bed which was already turned down. My daughter had this all planned out how she wanted it. I was thrilled. We kissed and caressed. Soon I found myself on my back with her on all fours straddling my head with her legs. She slowly lowered her pussy closer and closer to my mouth. Yes she had remembered her mother telling her how much I loved to eat pussy. And she was going to get this for herself now. My tongue played with her pussy tasting the outer lips and then the inner lips, running down along their sides and across their tops. I purposely stayed away from the clit for now. I have no preference of being on top when eating pussy, or being beneath. Being beneath does allow the woman more freedom to control the location and pressure of my mouth and tongue. Erin was taking full control of this now. She was really enjoying the attention my mouth was giving her. I learned later that she had only had oral sex three or four times before. But she was really enjoying everything and anything I was doing. I guess this was partly because she was determined to get all the enjoyment she could. And that was what I really wanted for her. I wanted any experience with me to be fun and filled with pleasure for her because at this time, she was the most valuable person in my life, she was my everything. But now it was time for heightened enjoyment. I pushed my tongue toward her clit, and she responded by angling her hips so that I had full access to her clit. She had really started to flow by now and her entire crotch was soaking wet with her juices and my saliva. I captured as much of her internal juice in my mouth and enjoyed its wonderful taste. My tongue whipped around her clit in little incoherent circles. And soon it was stroking it. My hands played with her whole vaginal area. I didn't want to play with her ass yet for fear that if she was not used to it her momentum would be broken and her pleasure would be spoiled. She had been receiving so much pleasure now that she had forgotten about my cock. That was fine because I was already at an explosive level and anything she would do would just make me ejaculate too soon. Soon I could feel her start to tremble. The inner lips of her vagina were firm and standing straight out. Her internal fountain was flowing out of control. She was breathing at a very irregular rate. Her body was pressing even harder against my mouth. Soon she was wiggling her hips and shaking all over. She was crying with loud moans of passion. She was crying out words, but because my ears were being pressed against by her legs I had a difficult time understanding her, but I didn't care. I was in heaven. I had this wonderful pussy in my mouth and was enjoying it. to the fullest.  Erin crashed into an enormous orgasm. Her entire body shook with pleasure wave after pleasure wave. Soon she was subsiding. She rolled off of me and collapsed in a puddle of Jello. She was still shaking slightly, her breath was still a little irregular. She had never experienced an orgasm with the intensity of this one. She had absolutely no idea that she could ever have this degree of pleasure. I rolled over and lifted myself up on my elbows. Again tears were streaming from her closed eyes. I was getting a little smarter about my baby's reactions by now and asked, "It was that good?"  She nodded her head and with her eyes still closed said, "I had no idea that I could be so out of control with pleasure. I thought I was going to pass out it was so intense. I didn't want to miss a single feeling. It went beyond wonderful. I love you so much. I don't ever want to leave you."  Guilt hit me between the eyes. "No Erin, some day you need to find a man your age. One who will grow old with you. Not me."  "Daddy when you're 75-years old, I'll be 50. When you're 85 I'll be 60. If I can have 10, 20 or more years of happiness my life will be complete."  "I love you Erin. But I love you too much to deprive you of anything."  "Then show me how much you love me and stop arguing."  "Okay. But if someone comes along please take him. For me. For Buffy. Please."  She didn't answer. She rolled over and pressed her lips against mine. Our tongues again melded together as I sucked her breath into my lungs. We broke from this so that I could go to her very firm milk filled breasts. She had spilled milk out of them during her orgasm which had dripped onto my lower body. I saw tiny drops on her nipples and drank deeply from them as my mouth covered first her left breast then her right. She had plenty of it for both Buffy and me. Her body was healthy and she was producing a lot of milk.  "I think it's time to see if Mother was exaggerating about how hard you got inside her."  I guess I could have considered everything to this point as not being incestuous. But intercourse was the final part that would bring it to it's full meaning. It's hard to believe but I was starting to feel reluctant. Soon Erin was pleading with me, encouraging me to do it. "I want you inside me. I really need to feel you. Please do it for me. Please." I got up and between her legs, lowering my body slowly as my cock sought it's destination. She reached her hand down to guide it. I closed my eyes waiting for the wrath of Hell to engulf my soul. I felt the tip of my cock touch her wet pussy. Soon it was inside. With Erin pleading, I pushed further and soon rested with the tip of my cock resting against her cervix. I stopped and opened my eyes. Her face looked so angelic. She was so pleased that any reservations I had were going to disappear for ever. I was giving this daughter of mine something that no one had ever given her and no one would be able to give her at this time.  She opened her eyes and said, "Thank you. You feel wonderful inside of me."  "You feel wonderful too." I bent down and kissed her with more appreciation than passion. "I just want to stay right where I am to enjoy it as much as I can." I rested deep inside her to feel her vaginal walls pulse against my cock. I slowly pulled back letting my cock enjoy it's surroundings. Erin's vaginal walls responded by gripping at it. She let out a small gasp of joy and her face was covered with a joy that I can't describe. She was doing just what she wanted to do, she was receiving just what she felt she needed.  I started to move down and deep inside her and almost all the way out again, each time with her reacting in pleasure and with each reaction she had I responded with a similar reaction. Soon her hips were thrusting upward to catch my downward thrusts almost as if she were trying to gain every single inch of my cock inside her now very wet pussy. We worked together as a well timed piece of machinery complimenting each other's movements, both of us finding an extreme pleasure in each other. Soon I could feel the changes in her body as she began to stiffen and tremble, she was getting closer to her full release. The anticipation of this was getting to me as I picked up the tempo feeling my explosion building up deep inside.  Erin crashed with pleasure. Her whole body feeling the affects of the joy her pussy was getting. Her moaning and cries of joy became more intense and spurred me into my final approach to my eruption. Five, ten, fiften... twenty ropes of my semen streamed into her deepest parts flooding an already full womb. I could feel it extrude along the sides of my cock as it continued to piston in and out of Erin. Finally my movements became erratic as I slowed down to regain my composure. Both of us were breathing heavily and somewhat under labor. Both of us has smiles demonstrating the pleasure we had both received.  "Oh Daddy, god, you cum so much it's unbelievable. I should have lots of babies with you filling me up like that a lot. That was wonderful!"  "Baby, you were wonderful. More so than I can describe, and certainly more wonderful than I deserve. I love emptying my loads into your sweet, fertile womb."  I stayed as deeply inside her as I could for as long as I could. But soon my shrinking cock let me know it could no longer stay and I felt it slipping out of Erin. As it did, I rolled over to her side and embraced her giving her as many kisses as I could. This woman was enough for the most virile of men not an old man like me. She could wear me out with her sexuality. She was more than wonderful and I knew it instantly. We laid there for a few moments when she grabbed my hand and pushed it down towards her very wet and full pussy. "I need one more," she said, as she was going to emulate her mother's favorite trick. I knew what she was up to and couldn't resist her at all. Soon my fingers were dipping deep inside her pussy and bringing up small traces of my semen and then bathing her clit with it. With each trip of my fingers she would respond. We were soon in a deep kiss with my fingers bathing her clit with this mixture of my semen and her secretions. Her body was trembling even harder now. And soon her kisses lost their intensity as she went into yet another orgasm. Soon she was crying out how much she loved this attention her clit was getting. When she subsided, the two of us lay there neither one with the energy to move. This rest ended with the demanding cries of a very hungry Buffy.  Erin looked at me with a slight disappointed look. "I'm sorry dear, but I'm not built to do anything for her," I said.  Erin smiled and got up to get Buffy. She scooped her up and told me she was going to take her downstairs to feed her. I got up and followed.  As Erin started down the stairs she called back with, "Dad you'll need to bring a washcloth and diaper. Make that two wash cloths, I can feel you leaking out all over the inside of my legs. How much did you put in me anyway?"  At this we both laughed. I fetched the necessary items and went downstairs. I stopped to see this beautiful scene of my very pretty daughter sitting nude on the sofa nursing my equally pretty granddaughter. The light of dusk hi-lighted the stark beauty of this scene. I stood there almost breathless realizing just how lucky I was.  As Erin finished feeding Buffy, she looked to me and said, "I think I need to do more than just wipe off. Let me go take a quick shower. And Dad, Buffy needs some big time repairs so you better plan on using both towels on her." With this Erin handed me Buffy and bounced up the stairs.  She was right. Buffy's bottom was a complete disaster. But I had seen just as bad years ago with Erin. And it did take both towels to repair the mess. But with her bottom clean and powdered I again marveled at how perfect this little body was. I didn't put another diaper on right away, but took her out onto my back patio. There the two of us sat. Me completely nude and her little nude body pressed against my chest.  Erin came down to see this sight and laughed, "you're asking for an accident to happen. Buffy never gives a warning when she's ready to unload." And with that I felt a small warm stream splash against my chest.  "Well, that's the third generation to pee on this chest. I guess that's some kind of a record."  Erin grabbed Buffy and diapered her, smiling while she felt the same sense of contentment I had felt earlier. The three of us were going to be all the company we would need. After awhile all was settled down. I had barbecued dinner, we had finished and all was cleaned up. All three of us were sitting outside on the patio. I had built the backyard for privacy, so the fact that only Buffy had clothing on made for a relaxed atmosphere.  Erin moved closer to me and grabbed my hand to give it a warm squeeze. "This is so much more than just shelter for me Daddy. This is like a dream. One that I don't ever want to end. I have never felt so secure and loved since I left here to go to college. You are the first man to make me feel like a woman. And it doesn't hurt that you're hung like a horse, either!" she giggled.  I passed that off as a slight exaggeration. But Erin quickly noted my reaction.  "I have been told never tell all. Because it can be used against you someday. But I need to tell you what happened in my life."  I sat there with mixed emotions. "Let's go into the house and let me put Buffy in her crib. She's fallen asleep. We'll just sit together without lights on and just talk."  I put Buffy down in her crib and joined Erin on the couch with the only light coming from the moon and the reflection of street lights in the neighborhood. We sat there quietly with Erin slightly facing me, holding both of my hands in hers.  "I was a virgin went I went to college. All through highschool I didn't want to get involved with sex. But about the middle of my sophomore year at college, I met Howard. We spent some time alone together in the chemistry lab. He was a sweet guy, a little on the nerd side, but I didn't mind that. We became friends because he could trust me and felt I wouldn't laugh at him. I started to date Howard and soon discovered that he was the 'American Rarity' a male virgin in college. This fact made me even more relaxed around him. He was a terrible kisser, but an all around nice guy. The first night he felt my breasts, he just left his hand there and didn't move it. I guess he thought that would make me excited. The night we both lost our cherries was a circus. He had been as nervous as you can get buying condoms. He said he felt everyone in the drug store looking at him. He could almost hear his mother scold him. He said he walked out of the store without looking at anyone, and left his change on the counter. The two of us had a terrible time putting it over his penis. When he finally got up the nerve to try to penetrate me, we were both scared. He slowly pushed into me and ripped my hymen with a big push that hurt worse than I thought would be possible. I remember thinking that if this was sex, I was in for a long life. When he was through he was so full of guilt that he immediately got up and cleaned himself off, leaving me just laying there."  "Our next few times were not all that much better except that I was feeling a little more enjoyment, but nothing very exciting. That summer is when I talked to mother. I told her about my experience and she talked about the two of you. It was because of our chats that summer that I felt there was more to sex than I had gotten from it."  "That fall I met Chuck. He was a jock. He was experienced and he was exciting. He knew all the right words to say. He made all the right moves. And before I knew what was going on, I was in bed with him. He was good. He brought me so much physical pleasure. He was the first person to 'eat my pussy' and he loved it. He introduced me to sucking his cock and the taste of cum. He was smooth, but he couldn't be true to one woman. He had to be screwing several different ones. I found out about a couple of them and felt there was no future with this and I dumped him."  "I went through a period of celibacy until I met James. He was kind. It was my senior year and he was a graduate student. We both had a love for classical music and both sang in a community choir near the campus. James and I became good friends and started dating on a regular basis. He never pushed for sex and was always a gentleman. When we did have sex it was very soft and he was always concerned about me getting hurt or feeling pain. He preferred me performing oral sex on him over intercourse. He never performed oral sex on me. I thought this might change over time. He got engaged and then married. His sexuality with me never changed. He loved me playing with his ass and he even seemed to get off more having anal intercourse with me. But he never seemed to have his heart into touching my pussy or even my breasts. After I got pregnant he got even further from being intimate with me. The only orgasms I got were the ones I masturbated myself to. I was three months pregnant when he disclosed that he was gay. In some ways I was relieved that it wasn't me he was rejecting and in other ways I was furious that he married me without telling me first. He claimed he didn't realize it until he had an encounter with one of the male students at the university. He said that was his first sexual encounter ever with another man and that was what he needed in his life. Well you know the rest. I left him partially because there would be no hope for a normal future and partially out of misunderstanding."  "I tried to make a go of it alone. I had a nice job, but I didn't know how it would work out with Buffy. That's when I called you for help. You never once lectured me. You took me in and treated me like a queen immediately. I wanted to stay here because I felt secure and loved. That day you saw me nurse Buffy for the first time. That was totally an accident. I had tried to be discrete before than. I didn't realize you were home. After you saw my bare breast, I just out of impulse wanted you to try my milk. The feel of you sucking my milk out of my breast was so comforting to me that it was, well, downright sexy to me. I struggled at first with how far I was willing to go with you. But the more I thought about how lonely you were, how good mother said you were, how desperate I was for love and comfort, the more I was making up my mind that I didn't want to go looking for love anywhere else when you were what I wanted all along. I know that this is pure and simple incest, but it is my life and I'm responsible for my own happiness. You're everything mother said you were. You love me and Buffy more than anything in the world. I love you more than any man I have ever met."  She continued. "Then when you caught me in the shower, it gave me the boost I needed to go through with what I wanted to do. I heard you come into the house. So I stayed in the shower a little longer. It was all planned from that moment. I'm sorry Daddy, I didn't mean to trick you into it. I just needed you at that moment. It just worked out that way."  Erin paused from her story and brought her face next to mine. I could feel her breath brush across my lips. "Daddy, I need you more than I need life. I love you so very dearly and don't want or need anyone else in this world." And with that she kissed me.  My heart was melted. I was totally without resistance. She had presented a case I couldn't refute. "Okay Erin. If that's what you really want. We'll do it that way. You have to realize that it won't be always easy. You need a man your age. There will always be the big age gap, not to mention our relationship. But I promise to be the best person in your life. And I promise that the first time you find someone else I will encourage you to take him. I don't know how we'll explain things to Buffy, but we have time to figure that out."  With those words, Erin was all over me. She jumped onto my lap and straddled my thighs with her legs. Her kisses covered every inch of my face. There was that wonderful feeling of "flesh to flesh" as I felt her bare breasts press against my chest. I would be a father, lover, husband and friend to her. I could feel her pubic hair which was starting to get fuller now brush against my cock. It made me really hard in no time. Erin wasted no time at all and reached down to insert my now swollen member into her very wet pussy. My mind was starting to buzz. Forget about the incest stuff, how am I going to keep up with this kid. She was either going to kill me with a heart attack or wear my cock to a stump. Erin did all the work. I just sat back while her youthful pussy massaged my cock. Up and down she pumped on it. I could hear her getting closer to an orgasm and deep inside I could feel that familiar feeling starting in me. Soon she was flailing out almost incoherently. And shortly I was again shooting my cum deep inside her. She finally slowed down to some very small quiet moves and then came to a stop with my still somewhat hard cock deep inside her, the tip of my penis kissing her cervix.  As I slipped out of her, she purred in my ear just how happy and in love she was. Love. Poets have written about it, songs have been sung about it, yet no one really understands it completely. But this was love I was receiving. It was without conditions. It was just there for me to enjoy. "Oh Erin, I will never know why you love me. And I guess I shouldn't worry about the 'why' and just enjoy the fact.  "Why?" she asked, "why not. You make me feel so feminine. You appreciate every part of me. You want to protect me at your expense. Why shouldn't I love you? I won't find a man like you."  I knew she was wrong, they're out there. I also knew that pre-made families intimidated some men. I would only let my Erin go to someone who was worthy of her. She was all I had. The rest of the evening was spent in the most intimate of situations `shared solitude'. We didn't turn on the television, or radio. We both sat on the sofa and read. Erin with her head on a pillow on my lap. We read for an hour without a sound until Buffy again announced she was hungry. So the three of us went upstairs to call it a night. Buffy and I got a late night snack of milk.  The next morning came all too quickly. Yet it came very nicely. Erin and I had been sleeping together for some time now, but last night was the first time we had had intercourse and so this was the first 'morning after'. It did indeed feel different than the previous mornings. The bird's songs seemed to be prettier the sun seemed to shine brighter, everything seemed sweeter. I rolled over and felt Erin's rear end. It even felt nicer (not that it hadn't felt wonderful before now). My touch woke her up. "I'm sorry," I whispered, "I didn't want to waken you." She said nothing but rolled over and hugged me. Her eyes were so warm and beautiful to me. Erin was that kind of person who wakes up in the morning with a sweet disposition.  "Why don't you feed Buffy when she wakes up and then I can sleep."  I looked at my chest and then hers, "I don't think she'll go for it."  Erin smiled and said, "I guess you're right."  "Now that you've had a night to sleep on it, do you have any regrets Erin? I mean about what we're doing?"  She rose up and wrapped herself around me, "regrets? Yes I do. I wasted some valuable time. Last night should have happened a few weeks earlier."  "I'm never going to get you to admit that I'm not the best you can do, am I?"  "Sorry, I just can't lie. You are all I want or need."  "So you used to finger old James's ass."  "He loved it."  "What about you?"  Erin smiled a sheepish little grin, "I kind of liked it too. It was like I was doing something to him that gave him pleasure. Inside his ass was the softest skin I have ever felt."  "I imagine all rectums are as soft. Your mother's was the only one I felt and it was soft also."  "She never played with your ass?"  "She would have told you if she did."  "I guess that's true."  "Roll over on your tummy," with that Erin removed a tube of KY gel she had in the drawer of her night stand. She applied some to her fingers and slowly worked one of them into my hole. I had had the doctor stick a finger up there in the past to check my prostate, but never had I had someone put a finger up there as a part of giving me pleasure. At first I jumped a little. Then Erin showed she knew exactly what to do as she manipulated her finger in and out of my ass.  "That does feel nice. You have such a gentle touch."  "Do you want to do it to me?" and before I could answer she maneuvered herself around where she had access to my ass and I had an unobstructed access to hers. I applied some of the KY gel to my finger and gently worked it in and out of her. We were like kids exploring each other. Her tight ass was so inviting. I wanted to eat it, suck it, feel it and push my cock into it. But this was hers to orchestrate not mine. After some time I noticed her breathing changing. I had learned now that she was going into her preliminary steps towards a nice good morning orgasm. I never knew a woman could orgasm with her ass being invaded. And then I realized that Erin needed her pussy attended to so she could finish her explosion. She dislodged her digit from me and allowed me to slip down with my head between her legs. With just a few trips by my tongue around her clit she was reeling into ecstasy.  Her chest was rising and falling with waves of pleasure as I continued to lick her. Soon she made it to the peak and spilled over into bliss. As she slowly came down from her height, I ceased the attention on her clit and started to suck on her pubic hair.  "I have waited all this time to wake up like that. It was so good. Thank you dear heart," smiled Erin.  We probably would have gotten even more involved with each other except for this little redhead in her crib making some beginning noises to let us know she had waken and was hungry and wet. I got Buffy and brought her to Erin. "Feed her first and then you can shower. I'll shower while you're feeding her."  "No. Don't shower until we can together. Besides I have enough to feed both of you."  I watched and chatted with Erin while Buffy was busy on Erin's left breast. We talked about when she felt she would feel ready to return to work. Her job was still waiting for her. She was a research chemist and very much in demand. We decided that there was no hurry but she should return when she felt ready. It wasn't a matter of finances. I had planned very well for retirement some day and with all my investments and my current earnings five Erin's and ten Buffys could be supported. But she needed to be around people. We both decided that she would return when she felt like it and not before. Buffy and I came first in her life and she wanted to be there when she was needed by either of us. With that she switched Buffy to the other breast and invited me to finish what Buffy had left. I was going to miss this someday so I wanted to take full advantage of her milk. With Buffy back in her crib Erin and I both went into the bathroom and I started the shower. I stood there while the water was heating up just admiring this beautiful creature with all her youth. She was such an image of her mother I thought to myself. She steals my heart every time I look at her.  Erin sensed somehow what I was feeling. She looked at me and said, "You really loved mother, didn't you."  I looked at her and wanted to cry. "She was everything to me. A piece of me lies in the ground with her. You are the closest thing on this earth to being her. But I don't want you to think that that infatuation is what draws me so close to you, because while you resemble her so strongly, you have a uniqueness she didn't have. And she was some things you will not ever be. Does that make sense, or am I just an old man blubbering?"  "I understand what you mean."  We both jumped into the shower and played like two little kids soaping each other down and sliding our slippery bodies against each other. Nothing sexual, just two people in love feeling the life in each other. Yes I was falling in love with this daughter in a new deeper sense. She was now my mate as strange as it seems. I stopped and just admired her body. And with that she caught my eye. There was fire in her hazel eyes. She was flushed with anger.  "Father!" she said sternly (she never addressed me as father unless she was ready to make a statement which I had better listen to), "I have been really patient with you and this bullshit about the age difference and our relationship. I am a 25-year old woman, who has been married, who has a child. I am not a 12-year old who is being molested by her father. I have made a conscious decision to have you as my lover. An adult, premeditated decision. I have let you mope and stammer over my decision long enough. I do not want to hear one more word about age, relationship, the future or what other people will think. Quite frankly my dear, I don't give a damn. If I hear you ever mention any of those again. I will take Buffy and all I have here and we will move out of your life completely. So do I have your promise to stay off of those topics?"  I find it hard to imagine any man in this world standing in the shower with his adult daughter, both completely nude and covered with soap having his ass chewed out by her like I got. She was as sincere as I had ever seen her. I looked down like a little boy who just got scolded by his mother. Then I looked up at Erin and said, "I would rather die than to lose you and Buffy. You have made the decision, I am the one who is getting all the benefits from it. You are gaining nothing because everything material I have is already yours. But I do respect your maturity and will never mention any of those subjects ever again."  This was sealed with a hug that cracked both our backs and a kiss that seemed to last for hours. We had made a pact and it was now official. It would be the three of us from here on out. We would deal with Buffy's questions as she got older. We would live our lives one day at a time. No matter what happened to me, these two ladies were guaranteed a secure future. I was now the wealthiest, happiest man in the world.  -
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