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Subject: Title story: "Something Sweet" Author: Incest Man 49300504
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Date: Tue, 19 Jul 2005 19:15:11 +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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