Shush. I am trying to be a certain white-haired s.h.i.+n.o.bi.

Mary didn't seem to notice her dear old daddy since her mind is preoccupied, with wis.h.i.+ng me to paint her face steamily instead of feeding her a creamy breakfast.

I will certainly do that for her, right after I give her a nice creamy breakfast.

Why settle for one or the other, when I can have both?

There is enough in me to probably bath her in my s.p.u.n.k, from head to toe.

That is called a one-man bukkake shower. Hah!

My mind is also preoccupied, scrutinizing her perfect body up and down from behind.

Honestly, my daughter is like a perfect piece of artwork, sculptured to lure me to my o.r.g.a.s.mic rapture.

Her skin is lovely and fair, lightly tanned in some areas.

Her stomach is impressive flat and lean, no extra fat could be seen.

Her huge melons are soft and elastic, filling out my palms very nice.

Her a.s.s is round, tight and firm, all in one, sticking out towards me, asking to be f.u.c.ked.

Her long athletic legs and dainty cute fee hold her entire body up delicately.

Her wavy blond hair frames her perfect face and streams around her slender shoulder.

Her bright blue eyes are as innocent as they come, especially when she looks up at me from below, in her kneeling position.

Her full lips are pink and pouty, wrapping nicely around my hard c.o.c.k in utter earnest.

Her mouth is so f.u.c.king hot and wet, enveloping me and sucking out the delicious venom.

Her throat is tight…

Wait. When did I start stroking myself?

Right here in the bathroom too.

s.h.i.+t. I must have done it automatically by perving at my daughter while she is was.h.i.+ng up.

I could not be helped, considering how alluring she is to me. Her swaying b.u.t.ts is so inviting.

G.o.d. I want to f.u.c.k her for so long, and now, I can.

She is all mine. My lovely little girl.

Marry has already finished cleaning up. She is now unclipping her bra and letting it slides off her arms in an erotic manner. Those solid cups come free, allowing me to capture the perfect twins in full view once more.

They are big, seemingly bigger than yesterday. There is no sag whatsoever in them, as they stand firm and proud with brown nipples.

Wow.

If I didn't grope those t.i.tties yesterday, I would have they are fake.

They are obviously not, they are as natural as they come.

Everything about my daughter is natural, as I had made her many years ago.

My b.i.t.c.h of a wife helps in that regards, but let's not mention her anymore. It is daddy-daughter time.

It is always daddy-daughter time from now on. I will make sure of that.

'Did they get bigger again? I wish they stop growing. It's starting to hurt. I will have to ask mum to help me get some new bra, but she is not here right now. She didn't say when she will be back. Should I ask dad instead? But I'm embarra.s.sed. And dad has too many things on his mind.'

Yes, ask me. Ask me, sweetie.

Daddy will choose a perfect lingerie for you. One that allows me to suck both of your succulent nipples as I spear your c.u.n.t, missionary style. You like playing missionary, don't you?

But instead of spreading the gospel, daddy will spread you instead.

Ah. I am getting ahead of myself.

But this is awesome. Knowing what she is thinking is just too awesome.

It helps me maneuver my words and actions more accurately.

My daughter soon exhales and hangs her undersized bra on the hook nearby.

She takes off her panties next, slowly down her tanned thighs and one long muscular leg at a time, as if she is teasing me, knowing exactly that I am watching.

This is just her natural behavior, not realizing what a c.o.c.k-tease she is.

Therefore, it is torturous to watch her every day for many years, but unable to touch.

Instantly, my eyes become shutter camera, committing everything into my memory, from her b.r.e.a.s.t.s to her tone a.s.s to the pretty blond hair between her thighs as she stands naked before the bathroom's mirror.

Everything!

Oh. The Great Maker!

Stop moaning, whoever that is!

Oh wait. Its me. I really need to shut up and watch the strip show.

It isn't a strip show anymore though.

Po-tto. Po-tah-to.

Mary obviously is not aware of me in the room since I am the great pervert Sage. She hangs her panties alongside with her bra and then takes a good look at herself.

Those beautiful sweet lips of hers form a small smile, complimenting her healthy figure. She should be since her school is very strict about molding each and every of their little religious s.l.u.t into a perfect s.e.x toy for their daddy.

What?

I know the Catholic school doesn't do that, but I still like my version better.

Maybe I should establish a school of my own, just to spread my culture and the only command directly from the maker: Thou shall fornicate.

Hah!

Actually, taking over her all-girl school is a lot more easier, considering I could possess anyone, but to convince all of them blue-b.a.l.l.s priests and hot-s.e.xy nuns is going to be a challenge.

But if I succeed, they in turn will convince all the cute little sheep.

Baram-me. Hah!

'I wish dad would exercise a little bit more. It will make him healthier like me. I am so worry about his health. Now more than ever since daddy has gotten himself bitten by his trouser snake. He is always sweaty and red when I see him. And the venom keeps coming back no matter how much I have sucked it out from his wiener, but if I don't, he will really die. I don't want him to die. And the venom doesn't taste that bad anymore.'

My daughter drops her smile and looks at the blond pubic hair growing between her legs. She touches it lightly and ponders to herself why she has hairs down there.

It wasn't there before, when she was a lot younger.

'Dad has hairs down there too, just above his special area, where his p.e.n.i.s is, so I guess it is normal. It is also blond like me. I wonder if mum also has hair down there? I should stop touching it. It is a sin to touch your own area, but it feels really itchy lately, especially when… ah I should take a shower.'

Mary did not go anywhere near her p.u.s.s.y since touching it is a sin.

Her mother has told her so, often, which is expected.

But it is good to know that my daughter is normal. She is getting aroused when she is sucking my c.o.c.k, even if she doesn't fully understand the reason. That is natural, and if G.o.d didn't want us to fornicate like rabbits, then he shouldn't have made it so pleasurable.

That is logic, b.i.t.c.h. You hear me!?

Honestly, everything to the b.i.t.c.h is a sin. Masturbation is a sin. Eating delicious foods is a sin. Watching television is a sin. Surfing the internet is a sin. Maybe living is also a f.u.c.king sin.

Why don't b.i.t.c.h just kill herself already?

Oh wait. Committing suicide is also a sin.

That is a real sin. I didn't make that up.

Is murder a sin? Yes. d.a.m.n.

I had just thought I would help her stop being sinful and send her straight to h.e.l.l.

In any case, I will help my daughter gets off, one way or another.

Preferably with my huge c.o.c.k, pumping in and out of her p.u.s.s.y. I haven't figure out how to do that as smoothly as possible. The first time is going to be painful.

And I want her to enjoy it as much as I know I will.

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s.e.x is something to be enjoyed by both parties involved.

Once Mary finishes appreciating her body and lets me do the same, she heads to the shower and turns the silvery k.n.o.bs. She adjusts them to allow warm water to rain down from above.

She then gets under the spray as the gla.s.s door to the shower cubicle closes behind her. Waters stream down and around her perfect body, over the lean muscles that she has taxingly built up over the years by partic.i.p.ating in many sport activities at school.

In fact, I think Mary is the captain of the Tennis Club, as I have seen her wearing those cute white skirt and cap with her hair tied up in a pony tail in school on several occasions.

Just remembering my daughter in such an outfit makes my junior tingling.

Wait a second. Isn't there a costume party coming up?

I could get her to wear such costume.

Or I could get her to be a s.l.u.tty nurse.

Unholy f.u.c.k!

I could actually get my daughter to wear anything I want. If she wants to be an angel so much, I might as well let her be one. A lovely angel sucking my c.o.c.k.

Wouldn't that be nice?