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Subject: {ASSM} Family Discovery pt. 4 fM, inc
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Date: Wed, 18 Aug 2004 16:10:04 -0400
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WARNING!
This text file contains sexually explicit
material. If you do not wish to read this
type of literature, or you are under age,
PLEASE LEAVE NOW!!! Incest is very serious. The author
does not condone actual incest. Fantasies about incest
are another thing entirely. 

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Val, Cynthia's mom, was the only one in the house who
slept well that night. Cynthia slept some, but woke to
touch the spots where her fathers semen had dried on
her skin. She masturbated again and went back to sleep
for a little while. Then she had a dream about her
father fucking her and woke to find her fingers
between her legs. She had become insatiable. She
finger fucked herself one more time and drifted back
to sleep for a few more hours.
	
Jeff's dreams were not as relaxing. His were sexual,
but kept coming back to getting caught; fucking
Cynthia when Val would walk in, Cynthia crying to a
teacher about her father, Cynthia pregnant, and he
kept waking to find himself with a throbbing erection
and his heart beating like it was ready to explode.

He finally made it to dawn, got dressed and headed
into work before seeing either his wife or daughter.
It wasn't uncommon for him to leave early, so he knew
it wouldn't be a big issue, but he was still
overwhelmed with guilt and confusion. 

His day at the office was pointless. He tried to
concentrate on the financial reports in front of him.
Billing for the month would need to be done in three
days, but he couldn't follow a column across the rows
to make sure everything balanced. His coworker and
friend, Lewis, knew something was up, and thought Jeff
might be ill. 

"Jeff, are you going to fuck your daughter?"

Jeff stared at Lewis. "What? What did you say?"

Lewis looked back at him with a look of concern on his
face. "I said, do you need a cup of water? Honestly,
you look like you're going to faint. Go home."

Jeff looked back, nodding, and then looking at the
clock. It was only 2 o'clock, but there wasn't any
point in staying there. Had he eaten lunch? He
couldn't remember anything since last night, really. 

He drove in his zombie like state until he got home.
Then he was faced with another dilemma. He checked the
answering machine and heard the message from Val. "Hey
guys, it's mom, I've got another stupid meeting all
afternoon and then I need to get these papers graded.
I could probably do them at home, but I think I'll
just grab some pizza or something and stay here.
Should be home by 9. If you want to bring me pizza,
that would be good too, or one of those chicken fajita
salads from El Comida? Call me."

He was going to be home, alone. Or not really alone.
With Cynthia. His heart was beating too fast again. He
had a headache. He was sweaty. He looked at his watch.
It was 3:30. Monday. Where was Cynthia? Academic
Decathlon day, he thought. Probably another hour
before she'd be home. He wasn't supposed to be home
until 5:30. 

He didn't want to be here when she got home, but he
couldn't figure out where to go. He simultaneously
wanted her to never come home and needed her to come
home now. He wanted to avoid the situation, but wanted
to get it out in the open. 

His mind was not clear, but he made one choice. He
headed for the fridge, got out three beers and headed
for the sofa. He sat down, opened a beer, grabbed the
remote and flipped through about five channels before
he had finished the first beer. The second took a
little longer. He kept taking sidelong glances at the
sofa. Was that a semen spot? He could picture Cynthia,
naked. He could almost feel her hand touching him
again. 

"Shit." He muttered to himself, finishing the second
beer. 


Cynthia had been smiling all day, and giggled
inappropriately. One of her friends accused her of
being high, but it wasn't a very serious accusation.
Everyone knew that Cynthia was a fairly straight
arrow, which was part of the reason she kept giggling
incessantly.

I gave my father a handjob. Cynthia sort of wanted to
shout it out, and was afraid she might. She wondered
what her teacher would have said. Straight A Cynthia
committed incest. What a strange word. It hadn't felt
like incest; it felt like fun. She wanted to do it
again.

She tripped through the school day and her academic
decathlon practice with no incident other than the
occasional raised eyebrow from a friend. She headed on
home, uncertain what would happen next, but looking
forward to it.

When she got home, she was surprised to see that her
father's car was there. She went into the house and
saw him sitting in the living room, flipping channels.
Suddenly, she was nervous. What should she say? How
should she act? She tried to pretend it was any normal
day. 

"Hey dad! What are you doing home early?" she asked,
trying to subdue the slight tremble in her voice. Why
was she nervous now when she had felt so calm before?

As soon as her dad looked at her, Cynthia could tell
that he didn't feel the same way about last night as
she did. He seemed to look through her, then turned
his head and looked back at the tv without speaking to
her.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Cynthia took a step towards him
and stopped, waiting for an answer. 

Jeff finished his third beer, crushed the can and
muttered "Go away."

The blood drained from Cynthia's face and tears formed
in her eyes. She stared at him for a brief second and
then ran straight to her bedroom, slamming her door
and throwing herself down on her bed to sob.

Jeff glared at the television and sighed. He spent a
few minutes thinking about what to do. "Fuck!" he
grunted, then got up and headed to Cynthia's room,
trying to decide what he was going to say. 

He knocked gently on her door. "Cynthia? Can I come
in?"

"No! You go away!" she shouted, trying to cover her
hurt feelings with anger.

"Cynthia, please, I'm sorry, I just..." Jeff was at a
loss. This situation was not in his parenting
handbook. He opened the door and walked in.

Cynthia looked up at her father, her tears still
streaking her face. Her eyes were red though she had
only been crying for a few minutes. She sat up, making
room for her father on her bed.

Jeff wasn't sure this was a good idea, but he knew he
needed to talk to his daughter. He was the parent,
after all, the responsible one, allegedly. He sat
down. He looked Cynthia in the eyes and tried to be as
blunt as possible.

"Cynthia, we can never do what we did last night
again. It was wrong. I was wrong to have done it, and
if we need to go to a counselor, we can. If we need to
tell your mom, we can. It might mean me moving out for
a little while, but..."

Shit, he thought to himself, he was fucking it up
already. He shouldn't put that kind of pressure on
her, making her think that if she told he'd be
leaving. That wasn't what he wanted. 

"Look, Cynthia, I don't want this to be hard on you.
What I did was wrong, but it's not your fault and
we'll do whatever we need to make it right, ok?"

Cynthia stared at her dad. He wasn't making any sense.

"Dad, you didn't do anything. I did. I came into the
living room naked. That was me, you know, me sitting
down and jacking you off."

Jeff's dick stirred in his pants at his daughter's
vulgarity, but he tried to be patient while she spoke
her mind.

"I wanted to Dad, wanted to for a while now I guess,
especially after I saw you and mom..." Cynthia's voice
trailed off, raising suspicion in Jeff's mind.

"After you saw me and mom? What do you mean."

Cynthia looked down at her hands. "I found your
tapes."

"Oh my god, Cynthia, you shouldn't have... I mean, we
should have gotten rid of those, they were private."

"I'm glad you didn't. I liked watching them. I played
with myself you know. I do that a lot now. And I want
you to play with me again too. That was so good. I
won't tell mom, I promise!" Cynthia reached for her
father's hand, but Jeff stood up.

"Cynthia, I.." Jeff wasn't sure where to go now. His
daughter's reaction to this whole event hadn't fallen
in line with what he thought it would. He was
distraught, but she seemed more bothered by his
rejection of her than the actual sexual activity that
had occurred.

"Cynthia, I'm not sure what to think here. I need to
talk to someone, but this really isn't something I can
talk about with anyone."

"Dad, you can talk to me about it. Did you like it?"

"Cynthia, that's not the point, and you know it. I
think I gave you ample evidence that I liked it."

"Yes, daddy you did. I liked having your cum all over
me. Did you like the way it looked? I hated to wash it
off this morning daddy. Can I have some more?"

Jeff moved to the door. "Cynthia, our biological urges
can be controlled. We need to control them. That's
part of what makes us human. I can't just fuck
everyone I see."

Cynthia looked at him for minute and leaned her head
to one side, deciphering what he just said. "Do you
want to fuck me daddy? Is that the problem?" She stood
up and walked over to him. 

She leaned in to him and whispered below his ear. "We
don't have to fuck, daddy, we can just play again."
Her right hand slid down to the front of his pants and
had no trouble finding his erection.

Jeff moaned as he found his daughter's hand rubbing
his dick for the second time in 24 hrs. He should have
stayed in front of the television. Cynthia's hand
unzipped him and slid inside his boxers. He almost
came right away. 

He looked down to see his dick in her young hand. She
was rubbing him against her jeans, his cock already
dripping precum on her pants. She kissed his neck and
her lips felt like fire against him, fire which did
not cool down when she followed kisses with licks. 

Then she looked up at him, released his cock, brought
her hand to her mouth, licked it two or three times
and returned to rubbing his cock. The feel of her
hand, accompanied with the image of her licking it
before stroking him, was enough. He grunted once and
shot cum all over his daughter's hand and jeans, his
knees buckling as he attempted to keep from falling
over. 

Cynthia was uncertain what to do about the cum on her
hand, so she just wiped it off next to the big glob
now dripping down the front of her pants. She then
stripped them off before Jeff could tell her no. 

She sat down on the bed and looked at her clock.
"Daddy, please, before momma comes home." She was
rubbing her pussy through her flowered print panties.
The crotch was soaked, and she was going to rub
herself off if he didn't hurry up.

Jeff could not believe what he was doing. He had just
shot off on his daughters pants. Now she was sitting
on her bed, legs spread, hand playing with her crotch.
And he knew exactly what he was going to do. He was
following his biological urges. 

He got on his knees in front of his daughter and
kissed her legs, her thighs, she was so warm. He could
smell her cunt, he reached up and felt the moisture
seeping through her panties. She was so wet. He looked
up at her and took hold of the waistband of her
panties.

"Daddy?" Cynthia was unsure of herself now. She
expected him to be sitting next to her, fingering her
maybe, but this, what was he going to do? She knew the
answer, but wasn't sure how to feel about it. Then she
was lifting her hips, letting her dad take off her
panties.

And then she was lying back on the bed, and then her
legs were over his shoulders and then they were both
moaning and grabbing and squeezing.

Cynthia could not believe how incredible it felt to
have her father licking her wet pussy. His tongue
seemed to be electric, shocking her whole body as he
licked her with his broad tongue. She began pushing
against him, her hands in his hair, and then when he
slid a finger inside her, she shouted, her body tensed
and she had the best orgasm she had felt in her short
sexual life.

Her father stayed between her legs while she relaxed.
He kissed her pubic hair, her lips, her inner thighs,
breathing and sighing against her. His breath felt
warm and soft against her. He removed his finger from
inside her, causing her to tremble just a bit at the
overwhelming feeling she had experienced.

"Oh daddy, thank you. That was incredible." Cynthia
whispered, her hands rubbing across her belly, up her
body and across her breasts, still clothed in the
shirt she had put on this morning. 

She rubbed her eyes and face, trying to come back to
earth. This changed everything of course. Her father
was someone else to her now. He wasn't just that goofy
guy hanging out and not understanding her and her mom.
He was her lover. She looked at him in this new light.
He was handsome, caring, and gentle, though not too
gentle. 

"We'd better get dressed Daddy, momma could be home
any minute." Cynthia started to get up, but Jeff held
her firmly. 

"No hurry, Cynthia, your mother won't be home until 9
or so. But we do need to get cleaned up."

"What are you going to do now, daddy? I mean, about
momma. Are you going to tell her?"

"I don't know. This isn't right. We shouldn't be doing
this. You know that, right?" Jeff looked at her,
taking in her beautiful body. It wasn't right, but God
it sure was good.

"I can't see why not. I want to, you want to, what's
the big deal?" Cynthia had never considered incest
until recently, but now she wondered why it was
considered to be such a big issue.

"Honey, it's like I said, there's lots of things
people want to do, but we don't. And that's good. Your
mother wouldn't like me cheating on her, regardless of
who it's with, and that's what I'm doing."

Cynthia hadn't thought about that. She wouldn't like
it if she found out her dad was messing around on her
mom, but now she found herself in the role of the
other woman.

"But who's going to teach me about this stuff. I
didn't even know how to masturbate until last week!" 

"Teaching is one thing, Cynthia, having oral sex with
you is another. That's not how you teach."

"But daddy, demonstration is always the best way to
learn something."

"Look, I'm not going to have this conversation right
now. We shouldn't be doing it, it's that simple. And
I'm going to have to figure out what to tell your
mother."

"Don't, daddy. I'll stop, but what good is it going to
do her, unless she would let us keep doing it?"

Jeff shook his head at the thought. It was ridiculous.
"I'll decide what I'm going to do. It's not your
fault, honey. I should be more in control of myself,
but you are so... when did you get so sexy?"

Cynthia blushed. Jeff kissed her on the forehead and
fixed his clothes. "You need to get cleaned up and do
your homework. Fix yourself a hot pocket or
something."

Jeff went to his own room, closed the door and lay
down on his bed, letting out a deep breath. Five
minutes later, he was asleep.















	
		
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