Dawn held my face and kissed my lips. My tongue lapped hungrily into her mouth, finding hers and coaxing it to come out to mesh with mine. My fatherly tongue slipped and slithered against her's, each caressing the other like mating snakes as my daddy dick rested in her drenched little twat. She was so slick and so warm and so narrow.

And then she started to slowly oscillate on my thriving cock, slowly making love to her father rather than fucking. "Oh God, baby," I breathed. The sensations going through me were unbelievable. The taboo of it. The right-feeling wrongness of it. Making love to my lust-filled daughter. And...