Too much green beer, I guess. St. Patrick’s Day might be over, but the morning after can still be celebrated!
“Honey, ohmygod, I’m so sorry.”
“I told you, Pop, I want this. I need it.”
“You can’t be serious. It’s wrong. It’s awful. I’m awful. I’m so sorry. Is it because we let you snuggle into our bed whenever you had nightmares, even into high school?”
“Silly Daddy, I haven’t remembered my dreams for years. The only nightmare I’ve had recently is the fear of not feeling you hard-on poking me in the morning. Speaking of…hello there. Let me just help you with that. Mmmm, it feels so good to be able to grasp this thing firmly. You know for years I’ve gotten such a nervous thrill, stroking it lightly over your shorts, begging you and Mommy not to wake.”
“Sto-, Sweetie, stop it. I’m sorry, this is wrong.”
“Oh Daddy, if you wanted me to stop you would stop me. Or…” she let go, looked down and a realistic crying quaver came into her voice, “…are you saying I’m not attractive? Is that it *sniff* am I too ugly, Daddy? Will anyone *sniff* ever want me? All my friends always say Mommy is a MILF, you know? But me, everyone calls me a leprechaun. Too short, too ginger, *sniff, am I an ugly duckling?”
“Oh no, Sweetie, you’re very attractive. Just as beautiful as your Mommy. More, even.”
*sniff* “You’re just saying that because I’m your little girl.”
“No, Baby, you’re a bombshell. Anyone who can’t see that is an idiot.”
“Do you *sniff* really think I’m hotter than Mommy?”
“You’re my little girl but even I can see that.” You reach out and hug her tight. Her large breasts press against you chest, nipples perky. She shakes a little from crying, not helping the sensation.
*sniff* “How so?”
“Well you have such beautiful, hair. More silky and unique than your Mommy’s brunette bleached blonde hair. Your eyes shine and surpass her dull brown. Your lips are fuller and pouty.” She kisses your collar bone…is she pressing her chest into you, intentionally trying to rub her nipples into yours? “…um- your boobs are very, uh, developed.”
“I’m glad you noticed.” Her voice sounds smoky and seductive. No hint of choked back tears. She looks up into your eyes. Hers aren’t puffy or red or wet. “All those years of wearing thin t-shirts around the house weren’t for nothing. Nor the bikinis or tight sweaters.” She grabs onto you again…down there. “I guess this thing couldn’t lie. You think your daughter is hot, Daddy? heehee”
“G-ah! Umm, I mean.”
“Shh, let your bombshell daughter take over, Daddy. I’ve worked so long for this. Leaning over you in loose tops, bending in short skirts. You looked, naughty Daddy. Now you can touch.”
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