"Daddy."
James Groten flinched.
"Daddy?"
"Yes, Leslie. It's me."
"Oh, silly, I know it's you! Come here and sit on my bed for a minute. I just had a fabulous dream. I want to tell it to you."
Did he dare?
"Leslie, I was going to the bathroom."
"Go, Daddy, but come back, okay?"
"I'll be back, darling."
"Daddy… hurry."
James took a cold shower. Then he shaved, a most unusual gesture at this time of night. As he stared suspiciously into the cabinet mirror, his eyes found other eyes regarding him. The eyes began to speak to each other.
No…
Yes!
No…
Yes… yes.
Drums started beating… pounding.
No.
Maybe… hell… just go in there. Sit down. Do nothing.
No.
Why?
Danger!
What kind of danger? Really, what kind?
He was naked. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. At his penis. At his legs, down to his bare feet. At his face… into his eyes.
Go.
No.
GO!
…Okay!
Leslie was humming one of her little child tunes. She was happy. She knew Jimbo would come to her. She knew he would be all undressed. She knew this.
She pulled the sheet up over her naked body. She stretched. She wiggled her toes. She smiled in the semidarkness. She moved her hand down between her open thighs. She brushed her fingers over her hairy pussy. One finger sank in easily. She was wet. She introduced another finger. In deep. Deeper. She pushed in and out, her fingers sluicing through her pussy hole, in deeper, deeper, then out, curling, twisting, then spiraling in again, this time pumping… pumping, in and out, then out altogether.
She brought her fingers up to her mouth. She smelled them. Smells good. She licked the tips. Then she plunged her fingers into her mouth. She sucked on them. She liked her special taste.
"Daddy, hurry… oh, hurry… I'm waiting!" she whispered.
James splashed some after-shave lotion on his face. It smelled of lime. He touched his penis. It throbbed. He should have his head examined.
When he passed by her door on his way to the kitchen for another drink, he peeped in. He was barefoot and she didn't hear him. Her face was turned to the will. He saw her fingers fumbling under the sheet. He went quickly!
He made the drink. Did he dare?
No!
Yes! No!!
Yessssssssss!!
Old man… old lady.
Fucking.
The longer he thought about it, the more erect his prick became. He would gaze down at his hardening penis. It looked like a stranger's. But it was his! It was hardening. He sipped his drink and stared at his hard cock.
He touched it. His fingers curled around his cock. He began to play with it. How hard it was! How hot!
The eye of his prick leaked a silvery droplet of fluid. He observed it like a scientist. He tasted it, licking his fingers.
Suddenly, he could smell Alice Duerr's pussy.
"Daddy… are you coming to me?"
Her voice shocked him out of his reverie. He was masturbating. He let go of his hot prick. Again it appeared as a stranger to him. It wouldn't go away. He willed it to go away, but it refused. It throbbed. His testicles were expanding and contracting. He suddenly had a desire to emasculate himself. He shivered. He finished the drink in one gulp.
"Daddy…?"
He waited longer. He just couldn't go into her room with a hardon!
"In a minute," he said. His voice was an unexpected whisper.
"Daddy… are you thinking about me?"
"Yes."
"Daddy, I'm thinking about you."
James Groten cleared his throat. "Darling, don't you think it would be a good idea if you went to sleep?"
"I guess so… yes… I guess so."
"Good night, darling."
"Daddy… Daddy?"
"Yes?"
"Come and kiss me sweet dreams, okay?"
His penis was relaxing. "In a minute, dear."
"Daddy?"
He made a new drink for himself. "Daddy's not here, Leslie. Only Jimbo."
"Jimbo?"
"Yes?"
"Would you make me a whiskey sour?"
He made it. Just the way she liked. Just right. He was pleased with himself. He carried it in to her bedroom. She was still under the sheet.
"Hello, Jimbo!"
"Hello."
"Jimbo… Daddy… I'm lonely."
So was he.
"Jimbo, I love you."
She took the glass he handed her and drank from it. "I love you."
"I love you, Leslie."
"Jimbo…"
He swallowed hard. Why did he?
"Why, Jimbo?"
He began to answer but he found himself stuttering, "I… I… don't know… I…"
"Are you feeling sexy, Jimbo?"
Her thoughts were flooded with memories of Mr. Spire's cock. She fought back. "Daddy, I mean… Jimbo…" A long silence. "I am!"
She snuck her bare feet out from under the sheet. She wiggled her naked toes. "Daddy?"
She maneuvered her dancing toes. She scraped her toenails along his thigh. She kept her eyes closed. Her breasts seemed to ripen. She felt itchy all over. "Daddy!"
He held her ankle gently. He guided her foot down between his naked thighs. He guided her toes. They touched his phallus. She tickled his prick with her toes.
"Daddy, can I be your old lady?"
His prick exploded, all over her naked toes.
CHAPTER EIGHT
She just lay there, Leslie just lay there. A profound silence. She could feel her father's warm sperm trickling between her toes. She looked down at her feet. She reached with her fingers. She fondled her toes. She rubbed his creamy juice all over her toes.
"Daddy…"
James Groten was mortified!
His penis was still pumping. His hand was covered, coated with his thick sperm. He was shivering from head to toe. He never felt more naked or embarrassed.
"Daddy…?"
"Leslie…"
"Daddy, Jimbo, would you help me rub myself?"
"Yes."
"Rub me, Jimbo."
It began.
He worried briefly about her menstrual cycle, her fertility. Remembering, he dismissed danger. As he turned, Leslie opened her legs. Wide. She was lying across the bed, legs spread, arms under her head. Eyes open. Staring up at the ceiling.
"Rub me."
It began.
His wet fingers crawled over her pussy hair. He heard her moan softly. His fingertips combed her pussy hair. "I like that!"
His fingers scratched her cunt lips. He rubbed one finger all over her clitoris, up and down, over, around. Then he slid it into her cunt. She squealed.
He pushed it in and out. She was writhing on the bed, her bare feet up on the bed, her hands hanging down to her side, her mouth open, her eyes closed.
"Jimbo… ohoooooooooo, Jimbo, ohooooooo, Jimbo… your fingers… yesassassa, your fingers… oh… ohooo, ohoooooo, ooooooooh, Jimbo!"
INCEST!
He had gone too far! He couldn't help himself. He swiveled around on the rug. He faced her. He thought of Alice Duerr. He leaned toward Leslie. He raised her naked legs up. He placed them on his shoulders. He kissed her open cunt.
"Daddy!" she screamed.
He sucked her pussy. He took her tender flesh between his lips. He cherished it. He worked it. He licked all round, his tongue singing inside. Leslie was hissing through her teeth. Drawing in her breath, her body squirmed as he tongued her virgin cunt.
"Oh, JesssssUS!"
He began biting all around her inner thighs. He took her soft flesh between his teeth. He bit and she howled – in pleasure – and in pain.
"Daddy… Daddy… oh, God, oh help me… oh, I can't… please! Please! Please… oh, no! No! No!"
She had twisted out of his hands. She rolled over on her belly, squirming, rolling, twisting from side to side as her first orgasm ripped her half apart!