Dad and daughter fucking stories

It was a normal Friday and I had just came home from School. I started to walk up the stairs and he came up behind me and dug his face in my ass to get a sniff. I dropped my bag on the floor and flung my shoes across the room, before flopping onto the bed. Just thinking about it was turning me on. I had to do something about it.

But with no one around to assist me and the dog, his willing prick found the wrong hole, unluckily for me. My father was volatile by nature anyway, but after Mom left he started a serious drinking habit and came home raging drunk very often. I could handle that. But if he came home angry, and found something that displeased him like me not putting the dishes away he would sometimes hold me over his knee and spank me. Those occasions were always so awful— my face and asscheeks flushing with the assault while he drooled drunk ramblings about me being a bad little girl, his hard prick poking up at my chest as he would wind his arm up again and again to distribute the smacks against my backside.

My head is still spinning from how quickly the relationship between my 21 year old daughter and myself has changed. Just one short month ago, we hardly knew one another - now, she's the closest friend I've ever had - and so much more. Stephanie walked in the front door of her house, her uniform soaking wet from the rain.

A father's initial molesting of his twelve year old daughter, creates a watershed moment, setting them both on a journey of sexual discovery and romantic love for each other. You want Daddy to be happy don't you sugar? You love me don't you? I held her tight to my chest while she sobbed on my shoulder. Just trust me honey, can you do that?