Naked Accident – Bruce’s tongue was already out when Silvia slipped and accidentally dropped her mound over his mouth. Silvia squealed as a wet warm tongue sealed over her exposed intercourse. Oh, God! Her daddy’s tongue. “O, Daddy! Oh my God! Daddy, I’m so sorry! I slipped.” Silvia’s mind went blank. She was practically sitting on her daddy’s face. His mouth was between her thighs. Her cherry was creaming, hot and wet and her clitty throbbed with each swipe of his warm wet tongue. Growling from the sweet taste of his daughter’s cream, Bruce grabbed Silvia’s hips and shoved his tongue up her rippling vulva. Now he was inside her forcing his tongue deep. “Daddy!” Silvia squealed. “I think your tongue accidentally slipped inside my cherry. I’m so sorry, daddy. I’m trying to move it.
I promise I never meant for this to happen, but… Oooh, God! That feels so good. I’m mean, no! Oh my God! I’m sorry, daddy. I’m trying not to love it! I promise. But you’re making my cherry wet!” Conflicted, Silvia whined and moaned as she rocked her hips freaking back on her daddy’s tongue. Silvia’s tongue screwed vulva was in heaven. Each wiggle of her hips helped drive Bruce’s lapping, stabbing tongue deeper inside her tender hot hole, not pushing it out. If Silvia weren’t careful, she would be helping her daddy screw her.
Bruce was tired. For the third night in a row, he hadn’t slept well. Bruce had been on edge since he and his wife discussed the possibility of ending their relationship. At forty-seven, Bruce felt his dream of having a child of his own slipping away. He met Estelle, a kind woman with a daughter, seven years ago. They married with the agreement that they both wanted children or, for Estelle, more children. After years of trying, they had to accept that it wasn’t going to happen, not without the aid of a surrogate. Bruce was as fertile as a bull, but Estelle’s doctor and specialist regrettably confirmed that she could no longer carry a child. They were both very sad about the news, but Bruce tried to hide his disappointment when he noticed how the guilt and grief affected his wife. Estelle felt responsible, knowing she would not be able to give him what he always wanted. It was one of the reasons they married.
For two years, that grief, guilt, and disappointment festered until Estelle started talking divorce. Bruce didn’t know if his wife had fallen out of love with him or if she was simply trying to let him off the hook. He was a good-looking guy, strong and fit, and still at an age where having children was possible. He was still fond of Estelle, but Bruce had to admit the years of fertility testing, and pregnancy disappointments put a strain on their marriage and a massive dent in their relationship. The spark was gone, died years ago, and intimacy between them was practically nonexistent. Worse, an eighteen-year-old temptation was walking around the house, haunting Bruce’s filthiest dreams and testing his control. Estelle’s daughter Silvia threatened to be the nail in Bruce’s coffin, which is why his temper flared back to one hundred as soon as he walked through the door. What he did not want was for his libido to be tested, his filthy lustful thoughts about his little girl filling his head, leaving him with a massive throbbing hard-on at the sight of Silvia’s hot body.
After seven years, of course, Bruce cared for the sweet girl, but within the last thirteen months, Bruce was afraid his feelings for Silvia had turned into something else, something more, something not so appropriate. How could they not? Besides being a bit absentminded and adorably naïve, Silvia was one of the kindest, giving people Bruce knew. She was as beautiful as any woman he’d ever seen, with a smile as soothing as a beach sunset and a delicious curvy body that near drove Bruce out of his mind. Straight, Silvia was the first thing he wanted to see when he got home. He wanted her to jump into his arms for a warm tight hug allowing him to caress his big hands over her firm body while stealing a few innocent pecks.
Last time Bruce got away with cupping one of Silvia’s melon breasts and tweaking her pointy papilla, all while caressing soft pecks against her pouty mouth. The entire scene left Bruce hard as a rock. By now, his body couldn’t resist sprouting wood, but he didn’t want to stop. He couldn’t seem to keep his hands off his luscious little stepdaughter.