My Son James

My seventeen year old daughter sprawled herself on the floor in front of the TV. It was the middle of summer, and a plague of blue-bottle jellyfish had closed the beaches. Nance had been with me for a week, with nowhere to go. I felt bad, as the highlight of her coming to see me had always been the beach. This time, though, we had to make do with the tube. Still, it wasn't all that bad. Usually in the morning, I would take Nance down for a swim, then back to the house to get changed for going shopping. I hated shopping. It must be a male thing, but following a girl (even if it's your daughter) around a number of clothing stores is not on the top of my list.

Today, though, we hadn't even made it to the beach, and Nance didn't look like she was gearing up for an expedition. Although she was in her bathing suit. It was a little blue bikini set. I'd always been against it, because I didn’t like her should be showing that much of herself off in public.

As soon as my mind got onto that track I got hard, and that was another reason to forbid the suit. I mean, if I was getting aroused by it, god help the boys in the beach! Right now though, we weren't on the beach. We were at home, and Nance was laying on the floor. Her dark hair was long, and was playing over the small of her back. I watched the line of her bikini straps, disappearing under her hair, and couldn't help but wonder what it would be like undoing the clasp. Wait... what was I doing? Was I lusting over my own daughter?

I told myself it was just an aberration. Nothing to do with the fact that her hair seemed to be flowing over the rise of her bubble buttocks, and that I could see the small patch of fabric covering her pussy mound... All at once I stopped, my hand half raised, seemingly on its way towards my cock. I took a deep breath and relaxed. Nance looked back at me and smiled. I noticed her wispy pubic hair escaping her bikini bottoms. There was no hiding my arousal. Nance looked back at the tele. As she did she seemed to stretch out her legs, showing me the most unfettered view of her young bikini-clad cunt, she knew that she was exciting me sexually.

I reached out involuntarily and clasped her right ankle. Nance's breath slowed, but she didn't look around. Instead her concentration tightened on the TV. I slid my hand slowly up her right thigh, and heard her breath stop. I moved higher, thinking "my daughter is letting me feel her up her pussy!" Nance just kept watching the TV, as I slid a finger inside her. I started moving it up and down, up and down, lingering each time on her swollen clitoris, and each time Nance seemed to open a little more... Nausea

She was so close, she could feel her daughter's cock stirring. But then it was too late, Nana had already come too far, and I just wanted to get inside of her. So, instead, I decided to take the plunge. I reached out with my hand and grabbed her. We were both fucking up in our heads. I couldn't help but think about the beautiful beach that we were in control of, and how our desire had turned it into a nightmare.

But Nana was already on top of me, and her pubic hair was flying wild over the small of her back. She could see that I wanted to use her, and she knew that if I used her, she would be the one who was fucked. So we both just fucked the rest of the night, like we were trying to make up for lost time.

After a few minutes, I stopped straight away, grabbed Nana, and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." But Nana was already bucking her hips up to meet my downward strokes. She had already reached climax, and she knew that she could not control this. It was like we were fighting for our lives against the tide of nature.

We both just fucked until the morning light hit the sky, leaving us both panting and sweating. We had fought tooth and claw, and it was all over. I couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph, because we had taken down the beach in an hour. Or should I say, in half an hour? It would take us a few more hours to recover from our ordeal.

But most importantly, we had each other. We were flesh and bone, and together we could face any challenge that life threw at us. And so, we lived happily ever after.

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