“But, Daddy….!” Young Jessica wailed, tears welling up in her eyes. The eighteen year old nymphette was surprised to see me waiting for her.
“Shut the fuck up, you little bitch! I’ve got something right here to stop up that big mouth of yours.” I replied. I quickly hauled her down onto her knees in front of my chair. I yanked my belt open and shoved my trousers and shorts down to my ankles. Grasping my semi-erect prick in one hand, I caught hold of my daughter and pulled her face toward its raunchy, bulbous head. With my hand gripping her behind the neck, I began to stuff my meaty shaft between her pillowy lips.
“Now suck this, you little whore!” I ordered. “You’ve been giving it away for the last month. Now you can apply yourself to a good purpose.”
It had been two months since Jessica’s mother had died. At first, my young daughter had been as depressed and subdued as myself, but within a few weeks she was secretly dating again, and soon after that, she was quite openly going out having a good time, or better yet, giving a good time to all the young college studs, classmates who were drawn to her lush, nubile body. Like mother, like daughter, her mother enjoyed sex so much that even a catastrophe could shut her down only for a few days.