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Subject: Title story: "Something Sweet" Author: Incest Man 65100979
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Date: Wed, 18 Jan 2006 15:57:29 +0000
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Something Sweet "You watch the baby this time! I have to go grocery shopping-
there's nothing in this shithole to eat. Lazy bastard! You could have done this
on your way home!," and Mike's wife slammed out the kitchen door. He felt the
stomach acid churning in his gut. He heard the Bonneville sputter, then catch.
"She'll be gone for a least an hour and a half," he thought. Christ! All he
wanted to do was flop in front of the t.v. and watch some sports forget about
her and her goddamn mouth, and certainly forget about that leaking, noisy bag of
stink sitting opposite him in her highchair. Almost as if Miranda knew her daddy
was thinking mean thoughts, she opened her one and a half year old flap and
started to wail. "Jee-sus Fucking Christ!" he snapped and watched as Miranda
stopped immediately and looked across at him from her highchair. Her big blue
eyes swam with tears streaked down both her chubby pink cheeks. Fussing had made
her warm and sweaty. The golden curls curled even more, sticking out like a
halo. "She really is pretty," he thought. He felt a sudden rush of affection for
his little girl. "Randy? Are you daddy's pretty little angel, honey, huh?"
Miranda smiled and lit up the room. She laughed and he looked at the wet, pink-
YOUNG mouth....so new. So brand new. "I must be losing my fucking mind," he
thought. "What the hell's the matter with me?" The matter was in fact, that Mike
had not had sex with his over-worked, continually depressed wife in two months.
Hell, he'd not seen ANY KIND of a pink hole in.... "Nah! Cut it out, asshole,"
he muttered to himself. "You're not that kind of a freak." And Mike- out of habit-
adjusted his crotch and found to his embarrassment and dismay that he was
sporting a fairly good sized boner. It grew even more uncomfortably hard,
pushing against the mid-seam in his bluejeans as he checked it out, not able to
believe what he was thinking. He got hornier by the second. Hated himself for
it, but felt such a delicious thrill, too. "No one would know." "Who's gonna
tell.... Randy? Shit, if she gets'Da-Da' out, it's a miracle most days..." He
felt his eyes getting that hot, swimmy kind of look. Heard the blood rushing in
his own ears. He rubbed his crotch and leaned back in the chair. Slowly, almost
without really thinking about what he was doing, Mike undid his fly. Quietly. He
reached inside and dug out his swollen cock. Miranda couldn't even see what he
was doing. "God! This feels great," he thought. "Jacking off in my own kitchen
with little...with my.. with my LITTLE DAUGHTER in her baby chair and that feels
even better because...because...." He stood up. Miranda's eyes fell to what her
daddy was doing with his hands. He looked so funny, she laughed and clapped her
little hands over her mouth. "Want something sweet, Randy?," he said and barely
recognized his own voice. She nodded and the golden curls bounced all around her
pretty head. Just for the hell of it, Mike began to sway his hips back and
forth, feeling the weight of his hardon switching back and forth as well. He
kind of.... shimmied for Randy and this time she clapped her hands together and
giggled. He was getting so crazy hot, he hardly knew or cared what he was doing.
He didn't care if that bitch came back right now, and.... The thought of his
wife and her locked down pussy, brushing against him in bed then pushing him
away like he was some kind of ANIMAL.... Now the thoughts of his wife and her
tits and her ass and her mouth got all mixed up with Randy and her soft, pink
little mouth and sweet little baby cunt and the way she was looking with
absolute adoration at him. Even his cock, big old swollen club of a cock.... she
didn't even mind it one bit that he was hard and needing some really, really
bad. Mike went to the refrigerator and looked inside. The cold air felt strange
on his hardon- right there in his own kitchen, with his daughter.... his cock
jumped. It pulsed. It throbbed. He reached in and pulled out a jar of Smuckers
Strawberry jam. He walked over to the microwave and set it for 30 seconds.
Opened the jam lid and put it inside. When the bell rang, he took it out again.
"Watch daddy, baby. Watch what he does to his peepee...." and he stuck his boner
right into the full jar of jam. It was warm. It felt so fucking warm and nice.
He thought about that prissy bitch spreading some of THAT on her next piece of
toast. He moved the jar up and down on his cock. It made slick suction sounds.
Mike set the jar on the table and walked over to Randy. He was holding his now
jam-coated hardon very near her face. He could feel the warm baby breath on the
head. Sticky, as horn-toad as he'd ever be, he stroked it for his baby girl. Up
and down....slow. Slow. "Open your mouth, honey. Taste some of this good
strawberry jam. Ummmmmm...." he crooned to her, thrusting his hips close to her
face. Randy opened her mouth. Mike cupped her little chin and put first, just
the head to her lips. A small, pink tongue darted out and the shock of it's
contact almost sent him sprawling to the floor. "OHHHhhhh.. ummmm. Ummmmmm....
yes, yes baby, ummmmmmmm," as he pushed his cock into her opened mouth.
"Suck it, sweetie," he was nearly whispering now, and so fucking hot he was
ready to shoot. And just as if it were her bottle, she sucked on his meat. Wet,
happy, sucking sounds and little 'mmmmm's' came from her. She licked
instinctively and suddenly, Mike blew his load in her mouth. Randy pulled back
in shock, eyes big and frightened, but Mike grabbed the back of her curly head
and held her face close to his cock as it pulsed and shot the rest of his cum on
her cheeks and hair and lips. She was crying now, scared, but Mike took his
still hard cock and held her face to it, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing his jizz all
over his daughter's howling face. "AAAuuuuughhhh!!! AAAUUuuuuuggghh!!" he
screamed, holding her head like a vise and pulling her into his pelvis. "I
loveyou.... loveyou loveyou loveyou babygirl sweetie oh my sweet sweeeeeeeet
little Randy..." When it was over, he was shaking, his heart pounding like it
might explode. He couldn't wait to mollify her, give her a bath and get her
ready for bed. "That bitch will be so impressed I took care of her and got her
bedded down," he thought to himself. "Silly daddy," he said to Miranda. "That
was a silly game, right?" he said, grinning like an ape, happy for the first
time in months. Randy slowly began to giggle he watched that remarkable thing
kids do when they slide from tears to laughter just as easily as a trombone from
key to key. "Kid are great," he thought. "So fucking resilient."
"Come on, sweetie. Let's get a bath...." The End
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