That was the end of the conversation. We went on like normal, pretending it hadn't happened, but every time I saw my daughter smile, I thought of my cock sliding between those lips. When I saw her cleavage, I remembered her perky tits and perfect little nipples. And how could I stop from remembering that beautiful pussy hidden behind those panties. I admit it. I began masturbating thinking about it. Unfortunately, it just got worse from there. It was a few weeks later, another Sunday, when she dropped the news on me. I should have seen it coming the moment she told me we were having steak for dinner.

"Daddy,"...