(This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.)

(Additional note for this series: EACH CHAPTER IN THIS SERIES CAN BE READ ON ITS OWN. Each chapter is self-contained, but if you do read the whole thing, some of the specific details will become clearer and more fleshed-out. Enjoy)

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(Chapter 9)

(December 25th)

For Dan Carroll, all things considered, this Christmas was going pretty well so far.

Now, don't get him wrong, he still didn't particularly enjoy Christmas all that much anymore. He stopped really getting jazzed up for the holiday back when he was a kid, so there was a ceiling to his level of enjoyment he could reach on the big day. But compared to other Christmases, this one was going pretty good so far. The snow was falling, giving them a storybook White Christmas. All the family was around in a busy, bustling holiday morning. They all got a nice haul as far as gifts go. Breakfast was good. No one got in any fights, and everyone seemed happy with their presents. All in all, not a bad Christmas. Not at all.

So why was he the only one that seemed to be having a good time?

He fully expected to be the wet blanket, and he promised himself to at least act like he was enjoying it. And he actually was enjoying himself. Sure, he wasn't exactly full of Christmas spirit, as that ship had long set sail, but this morning was low stress and relatively relaxing, so it cleared his low bar. Yet, there just seemed to be a strange vibe with everyone.

Tim, who was normally always excited on Christmas morning, was very muted, almost withdrawn. Frank seemed a bit in his own head as well, looking around, as if something was off that he couldn't quite place. Max seemed to be in his own world, off to the side once his part of the holiday was done, texting with his girlfriend. Christiana was having a good time at least, running around, excited for all her new toys. She was driving Denise crazy trying to keep up. Connie was already on to the next thing on her schedule, getting ready to head out with some of the others for this church event they always did. Dan's mom was going too, as were some of the others.

The only one of them that seemed to be actually enjoying themselves was Gwen, Dan's 18-year-old daughter. She was happy with her gifts, she was doting on her cousin Christiana, and every so often, she'd look up and give Dan a warm smile, filling him with pride for the good job he'd done with her.

His attention drifting away from Gwen, Dan sat back on the couch, relaxing. His mom had cooked up treats for breakfast, and once that was done, he indulged in some sweets, savoring the really delicious candy cane that had ended up in his stocking. The only thing that was interrupting his comfortable morning was the fact that, for some reason, he was a bit, uh... hot under the collar. He didn't know why he was randomly so freaking hard, but it did cause him to have to shift around a few times in his seat so his current state wasn't too evident. With focus and some stealthy rearranging, he was able to cool down a bit and not be too obvious with his current distress. But that dull pressure from his groin wasn't going away, and if it didn't, he would have to start to consider his options to take care of his current state and relieve that pressure. He really didn't want to have to jack off in his old bedroom. He'd done that too many times when he was a teenager. Then again, what was one more to the count?

Other than that, he was having a good morning, sitting back and watching the chaos. He was dressed comfortably in some relaxing clothes, a simple t-shirt and some thin, comfortable lounge pants. It was Christmas morning, who was he trying to impress? But not everyone was as relaxed as he was. His wife, Connie, was fully dressed and ready to go out. He always tried to tell her to just relax sometimes and enjoy the slow moments, but she didn't have that gear. There was always something that needed to be done. Some task on her schedule.

This morning, she had this big Church thing. Admittedly, this was something they did every year, at least the ones they spent here in Deerberg. The local church did this thing after Christmas services where they would give people sacks of cheap, nice little gifts, and they would go around the neighborhoods, dropping these gifts off on people's doorsteps. It was a nice thing to do, sure, but it was a bit of work. Dan was ambivalent to the whole church thing anyways, and the addition of work to the mix didn't endear it to him. He stopped going to regular services when he was younger. For one, he had stopped believing in that kind of stuff long ago, preferring to believe in things that were more tangible, so he had kind of soured to showing up all the time for something he didn't believe in. Plus, there was the whole thing where his Dad ran off with the preacher's daughter and left his mom and his brothers to themselves. So, yeah, that didn't exactly endear him to the Church either. So, he never went beyond the bare minimum in terms of helping out his wife with Church things. He had never participated in this specific event, despite Connie's urgings. Hey, he did his time and showed up at the services the day prior. He'd had his fill.

The thing about Connie was that she was truly a good person. Better than he, Dan would fully admit, but he did his best. When he met her in college, she was part of some event to raise money for a cure to a disease he'd never heard of. But she explained it so passionately that he was taken in, both donating to the cause and asking for her number. The rest was history.

Connie was always the first to help out when someone needed it. Maybe she was too loyal to certain people, giving them way too much space to take advantage of her kindness, but that didn't stop her. When there would be some crisis, either locally, or from some major event across the country, she'd be the first to figure out what her and her Church group could do to help. Raise money or supplies, or even send people to help. Once a year, she and a group of people from the Church would fly out to some area that needed help and would help in any way they could. It was amazing. She was always so incredibly kind and empathetic, a quality he greatly admired. Even though she had gotten a bit devoted to the Church, a thing that really didn't resonate for him, her passion almost convinced him otherwise. If more people at the Church were like her, he'd be there every Sunday.

He still remembered how pretty she was when they met. That bright smile. Her dark hair. Her bright, intelligent eyes. Her slim, fit body. That image never left him. Sure, she wasn't as fit as she used to be, but she was a mom. That comes with the territory, right? But compared to some other people her age, she was fine. She looked like a wholesome mom, and he still found her very pretty. This was the woman who had birthed his children. He loved her with all his heart.

That said, she could be a handful sometimes, always moving, always doing something. Sometimes, he wanted her to just slow down and breathe. He had brought up the idea of doing something together once Gwen left for college and they became empty nesters, but she had plans and events filling her schedule. That was the one thing Dan wished of her, that they could have a bit more time together and just... live a little. He just wanted her to slow down a bit so they could have a temporary escape from their normal life.

But this was not a day she would even consider slowing down on. Christmas meant a lot to her, and she knew that it meant a lot to other people too, so she vowed to help out others, even if it meant taking time away from her own family to do so. It was something that did, admittedly, slightly annoy Dan. But she was doing some real good, so he didn't complain too much.

Connie was always able to get others to go with her to the big Church event this morning. His mom always went, but she was too old to walk the neighborhoods anymore, so she helped out at the church. But this year, she got Frank and Denise to go too. Max and Gwen always loved doing this when they were younger, but Gwen had opted out this time, preferring to just hang out and relax at the house. Max was still willing to help, but Dan suspected he would spend most of his time on his phone with his girlfriend as he handed out gifts. Tim and Viv were sticking around the house, and they would be watching Christiana while her parents were out. Other than that, Dan and Gwen were the only others sticking around the homestead, and Dan was planning on enjoying a bit of a calmer atmosphere.

As everyone got dressed and ready to go, Gwen sauntered over to him, barely concealing a grin. He smiled lightly up at her as he played with one of his new gifts, a brand-new tablet. He had always been leery of going to a tablet, as his laptop suited his needs just fine. Now that he was given the gift, he was gonna try it out and see how it felt. He was still setting it up as she took a seat next to him on the couch. She was dressed comfortably, just like he was, wearing a pair of thin lemon colored pajama pants and a slim t-shirt, hugging her form.

Even dressed down like this, Dan was struck by what a beautiful young woman Gwen had become. Sure, she'd had a few awkward, gawky years, as all teens do. But now that she had reached 18, it had all come together. She was no longer a kid. She'd become a stunning young lady. Smooth, dark hair, cascading down between her shoulder blades. A smooth, even tan, giving her skin a warm, easy glow that made her even more attractive. Bright, shining, mischievous green eyes. Plump, soft lips and a perfect set of white teeth, giving her a smile that could light up a room.

She was taller than average, standing taller than her mother, although she still had to look up to Dan. She was slim and fit and taut in a way only an 18-year-old could be. That being said, she had curves where it mattered, curves in places that it's a father's duty to ignore. And Dan, for the most part, was a good dad in that sense, beyond a few accidental glances. But he was probably one of the few men not to take every chance they could to gawk at his daughter's assets. Obviously, Dan was her father, so he didn't have the inclination to stare at her in that way. And besides... there was so much more to admire her for than just her looks.

Beyond just being fit and slim, she possessed a natural, graceful athleticism, which she had used to her advantage for a few years in track. She did it mostly for fitness rather than any great drive for competition, but she possessed a natural affinity for it that made her very good at it. And her almost liquid like motion on the track was mesmerizing, even ignoring her beauty. She was simply a natural at such things, and that was impossible to ignore. Still, she wasn't feeling any great loss at the prospect of leaving it behind once the school year was over.

Dan returned his attention to the tablet in his hands. As he did so, Gwen simply sat on the couch near him, silent. As Connie and the rest of the group talked over their plans loudly at the edge of the living room, Gwen leaned towards her father and spoke.

"Hey..." she said quietly, getting his attention, almost looking a bit nervous.

"Yeah?" he replied, not looking up.

"I just wanted to tell you..." she began. "I REALLY loved the gift YOU gave me!" she said, grinning wide.

"Oh yeah, which one?" Dan said casually, glancing at his daughter.

"You know which one..." she said knowingly, looking up at him as if they were sharing a secret. To be honest, Frank let his wife handle most of the gift buying, as she was more tapped into that kind of thing, so he couldn't really remember what they'd gotten Gwen.

"Oh, uh, yeah..." Dan said, acting like he knew what she was talking about.

"I mean, you should know, you snuck it up to my room personally. Like, I woke up and it was there on my dresser," she said, grinning. At this, he looked at her curiously. Now, he was more confused. He definitely hadn't delivered anything to her. Maybe Connie did something like this. She occasionally did something creative with gift giving, but if she had mentioned doing something special here, he didn't recall it in the slightest.

"Right..." he replied, trying to sound like he knew what she was talking about. He was still wondering what he'd gotten her that had her so excited, so he tried to be subtle about it. "So, where is it?" he asked. At this, she gave him a curious look.

"Where do you think?" she asked with a knowing grin, as if the answer was obvious.

"Oh, uh, right..." he said, shaking his head and smiling. What was she talking about? What the hell had he given her? He tried to figure it out as he watched his wife and the others leaving the house, packing into a couple of cars as they headed to the church. Once they were all gone, Gwen spoke up again.

"Well..." she began cautiously. "I can show it to you... I mean... if you want..." she offered, looking up at him, chewing on her lower lip, weirdly nervous.

"Uh... yeah, sure," he stated simply, looking to get to the bottom of this mystery.

"Really?" she asked, surprised. Surprised, but excited at the same time.

"Yeah, sure," Dan stated simply. "That's why I bought it for you, right?" he asked casually. Again, he still didn't know what she was talking about. He was just bluffing his way until he knew for sure.

"Oh, uh, yeah. Totally!" she said, smiling nervously while giving him an odd look, as if she was surprised he had just come out and said this. She looked around, seeing Tim and Viv and Christiana all tied up with each other. They had just turned on the stereo, playing some Christmas music that filled the room, and the couple were smiling as Christiana danced. Seeing that the others were wrapped up in their own business together, Gwen turned to her father and worked up the nerve to ask her next question. "Okay, so... I can show you it right now, then. I mean, if you want?"

"Alright," Dan said, simply. "This thing's still getting set-up anyways..." he added, setting his tablet down on the table.

"Okay, yeah, let's go..." Gwen said, standing up, her tone still somewhat surprised. For a second, she looked like she didn't know where she was going, then regaining her focus, she began walking towards the stairs. As she led him upstairs, he kept racking his brain, trying to figure out what this mystery gift was. Connie handled all the clothes and make-up and girly stuff like that. Dan was a bit more knowledgeable about tech stuff, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember them getting her anything like that. What was he missing here?

As Dan stepped up the stairs following his daughter, his mind lost in his thoughts as he tried to figure out what this mystery gift was, he realized that he had been inadvertently staring at his daughter's butt.

He looked away quickly, ashamed. What was he doing? This was his daughter! Dan had done it without thought, obviously, as he'd been in his own head, not realizing he had been staring at Gwen's rear end. In truth, part of him acknowledged the fact that he couldn't be blamed. Her lemon colored pajama pants were made of a very thin, loose cotton. And as she moved, the thin material would drape across her rear end and almost mold to it, exposing its full, round shape for just an instant. Any other man would eagerly stare at her perky butt, but Dan... he shouldn't. Obviously. He was her father. Even if he knew this act on his part was an accident, which it was, he... he should be better than that. He tried to shake his head clear of this inadvertent action. What the hell was he doing? Man, his current state of being weirdly turned on was affecting him more than he realized for him to do something like that. He'd had to focus to calm himself down, but even now, he could feel the blood pumping again. Dan had to stamp that stuff down quickly. He shook his head, trying to clear away these disobedient thoughts.

Every so often nowadays, despite his best efforts, he was confronted with the fact that his daughter was very much a woman now in ways he wished he hadn't noticed. She had filled out in all the ways women do, and in some ways, more than most women do. A LOT more. Like seriously, in this case, it was her butt that caught his attention, but don't even get him started on her boobs. Those suckers were built to cause a father like him plenty of discomfort, and sometimes, it seemed like they were impossible not to notice. But, uh, anyways... seeing how beautiful she was, and how developed she had become, Connie had tried her best to keep Gwen as chaste and innocent as possible, but Gwen's hormones were too powerful to be contained. And while she was just as kind and nice and friendly as ever, there was a certain devilishness to her now that really set her apart from the Church girl image her mother tried to keep her in. Even though she still lived within her mother's rules, she had added a certain sway to her walk, shaking her well-shaped butt whenever she walked. And while she wasn't ever allowed to show too much skin, she liked to showcase her body however she could, wearing slim, tight, figure-hugging tops, like she was now, showcasing her large boobs whenever she got the chance. Dan was fully aware of the woman she'd become, and every so often he saw more than he wanted to. But otherwise, he did a good job of noting this fact without having to look and be confronted by it.

As they reached the landing to the second floor, he could see out of his periphery her booty-shaking walk, but he didn't actually look at her butt again. Seeking a distraction from her seemingly magnetic rear end, he spoke up.

"Did you have a good Christmas?" he asked.

"Yeah!" she said, looking back at him and smiling. "Not a bad haul. Can't really complain there. It was fun. I mean, it's Christmas..." she said with a strange tone, and in that moment, Dan wondered if she had become jaded to the holiday in the same way he had. After a while, Christmas stopped being the be-all-end-all event of the year for him. He just never got that excited for it anymore, for a myriad of reasons. Nothing ever filled him with that same joy that it used to, and Dan realized that maybe Gwen had arrived at that same point, just like he had. For a moment, he felt sad that something she used to enjoy so much was lost to the past, but her tone changed quickly into one more mischievous. "And I mean it... your gift was, like, the BEST one! It made my, like... year!" she said, smiling in approval. "If I knew what you were getting me, I would have gotten you something A LOT different..." she added, laughing and turning away.

He was still completely confused by the whole thing. He kept racking his brain, trying to figure out what the hell he'd gotten her that made her so happy. It wouldn't be the first time he'd inadvertently gotten the right thing, but he just wished he knew what it was. He was happy enough with what Gwen had gotten him. She went splitsies with the others on one of those in-house AI assistant things, and beyond that, a couple of movies and a book he was excited to read. 'Boring Dad Stuff', true to her promise from a few days prior. But apparently, this mystery gift he'd gotten her made her think that none of that was enough. What could it be?
Dan looked up as they approached the far staircase leading up to the third floor. Although, it being the third floor was kind of a misnomer, as it was mainly an attic. The staircase led up to a landing with two doors. On one side was the attic, which took up most of this level of the house. To the right was a small little room. In his younger years, Dan's mom used it as a room for crafts and projects, stuff like that. But as time went on, and the Carroll family grew larger, she realized that it might make more sense to convert it into a small guestroom. And honestly, at her age, she wasn't going up all those stairs if she didn't have to, so it made sense to throw in a couple of beds and use it for that. Gwen and Max were camped out there while staying here, and since Max was out at the Church with the rest of them, they would have the room to themselves.

Dan's disobedient gaze was kept in check this time, looking down as they reached the staircase. He wasn't gonna make that mistake again. Gwen jogged up the stairs in front of him, and he followed at a leisurely pace. The Christmas music from the living room faded into nothingness, which made sense as they were literally at the furthest point of the house away from there. With no distractions, Dan again racked his brain, trying to figure what this mystery gift was. He followed her up to third floor as she stepped into her room. He stepped in and glanced around.

The room was... cozy. Narrow, with two beds nearly traversing its width, and a big old dresser on the opposite side, it could be a bit tough to move through. Especially adding in the luggage Gwen and Max brought along with them, you had to watch your step. Other than that, the room was pretty no frills. Hardwood floors with a few small rugs. There was a mirror on top of the big dresser, which he recalled it being heavier than shit when him and Frank had to carry it up here. There was also a small window on the far end of the room, but it was a small one, it was high up, and it didn't give you much of a view, so all it was really good for was seeing what the weather was like.

"Close the door," Gwen said, glancing backwards at her father as he stepped into the room. She moved towards her bed, her back still to him, no doubt ready to reveal the mystery gift from wherever she had stashed it. Dan didn't think twice as he turned around and complied, closing the door. He was still lost in his own thoughts as he did so, and he didn't really think twice as he turned back to face her.

That was when Gwen tugged down her pajama pants and revealed her nearly bare, thong-clad ass to her father.

"WHAT...!" he called out, eyes wide but trying not to look. Dan jumped back in shock, colliding with the door. "What are you doing?"

"Showing off my gift..." she said calmly, wiggling her butt ever so slightly. "What do you... think?" she asked, drawing out her words as she reached back and run her fingers under the hem of the teeny tiny strap of her thong. She tugged it away from her slim waist ever so slightly before letting it snap back into place, punctuating the final word of her sentence.

His eyes couldn't help but be drawn downwards at the view Gwen was presenting him. Standing up straight with her knees against the bed, her back facing him, her thin pants pulled down beneath her ass, stretched out between her thighs, she was giving him a view a father wasn't supposed to see. But he was seeing it now, and the brief, accidental glimpses he'd had of his daughter's rear end didn't do it justice.

Her ass was, quite simply, incredible.

Damn... it was amazing. Perfectly shaped, full and round and firm, the skin smooth and golden tanned, it was just... wow. Gwen possessed a mouth-watering heart-shaped ass, juicy and perky, vaulting out from her slim frame. Exposed like this, he couldn't imagine being able to not stare at such an immaculate butt. Each cheek was full and round and perfectly formed, with that little crease underneath each cheek, and a mouth-watering crevasse in between. This display was a showcase to her dedication for working out and keeping her body as taut and ripe as possible.

And the thong only made it better.

The tiny little black garment framed it perfectly, putting her ass on display and highlighting its perfect shape. The two tiny little bands rode along the upper ridge of her jutting ass, framing her excellent rear end. These tiny little strings followed the curves of her ass-cheeks before delving inwards towards the cleft in between, and it was at the top of her ass-crack where the two thin bands collided in a tiny little triangle of material. It was there that the string that delved into her ass-crack began its journey, being visible at the top of her ass-crack before disappearing between the two full, round cheeks. It was only once it reached the bottom of her ass-crack that it emerged again, spreading out to a small triangle of material that covered her, uh... nether regions.

It was at this point that Dan pulled himself out from his momentary hypnosis, realizing what he was doing. He was looking at his own daughter's nearly bare, thong-clad ass, at her request. He shouldn't be doing this! What was happening here?

"Gwen! Don't... what are you..." he stammered nervously, unable to pull his eyes from her ass despite knowing better. It would be a lot easier not to look if his daughter's ass wasn't so fucking perfect!

"You don't have to pretend, Dad," she cooed, her back still to him as she glanced back over her shoulder at him with a smirk. "There's no one else here." She reached down behind herself and palmed her ass with both hands, jiggling the cheeks, allowing her father, for a few split-seconds, to see the entirety of the length of the band threading between her ass-cheeks, and a peek at what was beyond.

"You shouldn't be showing me this!" he stated, barely able to meet her gaze with her nearly-bare ass exposed to him. At this statement, she gave him an almost annoyed look.

"Dad, you bought this for me!" she stated with a smile. "You don't have to act all innocent."

"I... I... I... I didn't buy you that!" he stated. Again, Gwen looked annoyed with his refusal to own up to buying this for her. He might not remember every gift he and Connie bought her for Christmas, but he was positive he didn't get his own daughter a thong for Christmas. One, she was his daughter! And two... Connie would flip if he knew Gwen was wearing something like this.

"Dad, you wrote a note..." she said, smiling as she nodded at an open package on the dresser. Making sure to keep standing at about a five foot radius away from her, with his eyes still glued to her thong-clad ass, he moved towards the open package that the thong came in. It was a tiny, textured black package, and nearby was a small, unfolded note, written on nice looking stationary. Dan grabbed the note, pulled it fully open, and read it.

'I saw this and couldn't help but think how good it would look on you.

Love,

Dad'

Dan's eyes went wide at this. This was his handwriting. No mistaking it. But he had zero memory of writing this. Could someone have imitated his handwriting? Who would do that? Obviously, he wouldn't buy his daughter a thong for Christmas, but all the evidence sure made it look like he did. Either there was a lapse in his memory where he went lingerie shopping for Gwen, or... or what? He couldn't say for sure. There was no reasonable explanation as to how this had happened. Maybe it was a prank? But... no one would do a prank so messed up. Tim wasn't above pranks, but nothing to this level. His were far more playful. He wouldn't do anything like this for sure. And Frank wasn't a prank kinda guy. Dan couldn't think of anyone who would do anything like this. How could this have happened? What was going on here?

"You see?" Gwen said. Dan looked up at her, still confused. "Dad, don't worry! It's like I said... I LOVE this!" she said, glancing down at the thong. "It's exactly what I wanted!"

Dan realized that, with all the evidence she had, there would be no doubt her father had bought this for her. He had claimed to it in the note, and it was his handwriting, which she had to have recognized. All the evidence seemed undeniable, and the only thing Dan could do, despite all this overwhelming evidence, was deny, deny, deny. Yet, he didn't have leg to stand on. All the evidence pointed to him, and any denials he made would look weak when compared with the evidence. Dan knew he didn't do this, but he had no way to prove his innocence.

But the weirdest thing was... she was totally cool with this. She was happy that Dan had bought this wicked garment for her. She didn't seem bothered in the slightest that her own father had bought her slutty underwear for Christmas. She didn't seem weirded out in the slightest at the idea that her father had snuck her a gift when no one was looking that was very sexual in nature. What was happening here?

"I... I..." Dan stammered, walking back over near the door and standing in the spot he had vacated moments prior, standing near the door, the note still in his hands. He didn't know what to say, so he said the first words that came to mind. "You... you like it?" he asked, confused.

"YES! I love it!" she said effusively, grinning. "It's perfect! It's exactly what I wanted!" She ran her fingers underneath the small band going around her waist. "Like, all my friends wear thongs, like, every single day! All of them! And the boys love them! I feel like a fucking nun in comparison with the boring shit Mom makes me wear. Like, seriously, I mentioned wanting to get something like this, and she, like, flipped her shit! I mean, I bought some, like, booty short type panties when I was shopping with my friends, and they were nice and lace and sexy and not too slutty. And Mom found them and tossed them out. Even that was too much for her, let alone a thong! She said only sluts wear something thongs! And I mean, like... yeah, sure, that's probably true. But, like... my ass looks amazing in this! This ass is built for thongs, right?"

"Uh, I, um..." he stammered again, as he felt sweat forming on his brow. What should he say? What could he say? He was totally unprepared for what was happening here, and he had no idea what to do.

"I mean, you probably agree that my ass is built for thongs, considering you bought this for me," she said, answering her own question as she looked down and admired her own backside. She then bent over slightly and arched her back, really pushing her ass outwards. She then lightly bounced her ass up and down, gently twerking, each of the firm, full cheeks jiggling ever so slightly. "God damn..." she said under her breath, admiring her own ass as she did this.

Dan, despite his best efforts, was letting his eyes admire it as well. Her firm, fleshy ass, each shapely cheek, the way they jiggled, that thong! It was just... damn...

"Oh, and look! I don't know if you noticed when you bought it," she said, spinning around. To give him a better look, she pulled her slim top up ever so slightly, exposing her trim midriff and navel to him. For the first time, he got a look at this garment from the front. The small little triangle of black material seemed almost microscopic, scooped very low to show as much skin as possible, covering up what it needed to cover and nothing else. "If you look close, it's see-through!" she said excitedly, pointing at her thong-covered vagina. Unable to look away, he followed her direction, looking close at the thin black material. And... yeah. It was see-through. Holy shit! Just like that, Dan could see his daughter's vagina. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't look away. He could see the puffy lips. He could see the thin landing strip of dark hair above it. He could see... everything.

"You see?" she asked, grinning, knowing the answer. "This is exactly what I wanted! Something super tiny and super slutty! Me and you are totally on the same page here, Dad. I mean, this thong is SO sexy! Right?" she asked, before looking down at it again. She then looked up at him again, beaming.

All he could do was nervously smile. He was still speechless. He wasn't about to talk about how sexy the thong was on her. Not to say it was sexy, but, uh, like, it was so tiny, and it showed everything, and her ass looked fantastic in it. But no, he couldn't actually say any of that. Finally finding some shred of a fatherly tone, he found his words.

"Pull up your pants, Gwen," he said calmly, way calmer than he felt. Smiling mischievously, she nevertheless complied, yanking her pants back up to her waist. But she wasn't done with her fun just yet. She reached down and hooked the straps of her thong around her fingers and yanked them up, pulling them up so they were riding high over her hips.

"How does this look?" she asked, grinning wickedly, this look making it clear that she was wearing such wicked underwear even with her pants in place. "I know it's, like... super trashy, but I don't know... it kinda works for me." She spun around again, turning her back to him and looked over her shoulder at him. This allowed him to appraise this look from behind. With her smooth midriff still exposed, the straps of the thong emerged from beneath her thin yellow pajama pants and stood out proudly, hooked around her hips. The tiny triangle of the thong emerged ever so slightly above the hem of her pants. "I think I can rock the whale-tail. What do you think? Do you like this look, Dad? I bet you do..."

She was right. About everything. Yes, this look was super trashy. It reminded him of the girl's in college at parties, the ones who were, frankly... very slutty, and this look was one of the signifiers that they were ready for some nasty fun. Dan had been dating Connie during most of his time in college, so he'd never indulged in that kinda thing, but that didn't mean such a brazen display of wickedness didn't get his blood pumping, at least slightly. After his dad had left the family by cheating with a much younger woman, Dan had vowed not to follow in the same tracks, but that didn't mean such lustful displays didn't resonate with him on a raw, animal level. Probably more than he ever let on, staying cool and calm and controlled, because he knew the damage going down that path could yield. But he wasn't blind to it, and some girls could work it better than others. And Gwen, despite being his daughter... she could work it well.

Gwen looked damn good like this, rocking a whale-tail.

It just looked right. He couldn't deny it. She looked fantastic adorned like this. Like, really, really good. And most importantly, it looked natural. After years of her mother keeping her dressed conservatively, her true, natural form was coming up to the surface, and it couldn't be denied. He didn't want to come out and admit that he liked seeing her like this, but it certainly didn't bother him as much as he would have expected. He could appreciate it a lot more than he ever thought possible, seeing as this was his daughter. Despite being able to acknowledge that she had become a very beautiful young woman, he'd never fully expected her to blossom into something like this, something so raw and blatantly sexual. But seeing it in front of him, seeing this display first-hand... it made perfect sense. It just fit her. Dan wondered if this is a look she'd be sporting every day as soon as she left for college. And with how good she looked, Dan wouldn't even hold it against her. Her mother would, of course, and that thought brought a response to his lips that wasn't just effusive praise.

"I don't think your mother would approve..." he croaked, making as safe of a statement as he could in regard to his daughter's thong. At this, she rolled her eyes.

"Dad, Mom would be happy if I dressed in a potato sack," she said with a smile, turning back to face him, and Dan couldn't help but agree. Connie had gotten more and more conservative, and she'd really imposed these beliefs on Gwen and Max. It was never to an insane degree, which Dan most certainly would have pushed back against, but it was pervasive enough to be a mild annoyance. Dan usually just went along with it, stifling his irritation as best he could. Max never seemed to mind, as he took to these beliefs in the same way his mother had. But Gwen had been pushing back these last few years, testing how far she could push things without breaking the rules, wanting to be more like her friends and have some fun. And that had culminated here, with her sporting a thong for her own father. "Dad, I love Mom, but I don't really care what she thinks anymore. She is, like... super boring and, like, no fun, and I think you agree. She wouldn't understand how amazing of a gift this would be, but you're a man, so you get it. You know that guys REALLY like girls in thongs, and the fact that you have the guts to give one to your own daughter... you're like the best dad ever!" she gushed, gesturing excitedly with her arms, making her large boobs shake.

Dan couldn't help but look up from her prominently displayed whale-tail to her chest to watch her boobs in motion. Things were so off-center that he couldn't help but to take a glance, even knowing his daughter was watching him. He couldn't even begin to guess their size, but her boobs were absolutely massive. He didn't know where she got them, because Connie's boobs were much, much smaller, maybe on the small side of b-cups on a good day. But for Gwen, every day was a good day, with some even better than others, and today seemed like one of those days. They had never looked bigger, massive and round and ripe. Her thin top, while not obscene, was very slim, allowing him to admire their amazing size and perfect round shape. Damn, they were so plump and firm, the thin material of her top clinging to them. And with how smooth her boobs looked stretching her top, and by seeing the slight indents caused by her nipples... it was clear she wasn't wearing a bra. Dan looked away quickly, taking in this full image in what was really a few seconds. But Gwen was attuned enough to note this fact, a fact that made her smile. Dan saw this and looked away, knowing he'd been caught.

"I... I should go," Dan said nervously, certainly not feeling like the best dad ever at this point as he admired his daughter's body more and more.

"Wait, hold on..." she said, and before he could say or do anything, she yanked her pajama pants back down to her thighs, exposing her thong to his eyes again. He tried to look away, but his eyes kept getting pulled back to the black see-through material covering up her nether regions. "You never told me... do you think this thong is sexy? Do you think it makes me look sexy?"

Dan didn't know what to say. Okay, yes, she looked very, very attractive in such a skimpy garment, but he couldn't actually tell her that. He was her father. Dads don't go around telling their daughters how sexy they look. He'd made it a point not to notice how attractive she had become. And seeing her like this was very sexy. But what could he say, with her expecting a concrete answer from him?

For her part, with all the evidence she had, she should expect an easy answer. Her own father had gifted her a thong. He would only do this if he had an opinion about her sexiness. She just wanted to hear it. The problem was he didn't buy this for her. But the other thing... why didn't any of this seem to bother her? Her own father had gotten her skimpy underwear. In most cases, she should be rightfully skeeved out. Yet, with Gwen... she seemed excited by it. She was practically over the moon that her own Dad had crossed this first line. Did she like that things between them had gotten a bit more, uh... explicit?

Dan looked into his daughter's eyes. He couldn't say anything. He couldn't bring himself to confirm or deny the answer to her question. Sensing he needed a bit more of a push, she continued talking.
"So, you must really be a really big fan of my ass to have bought me a thong," she began, letting her pants fall to her feet, leaving her standing in just her thong and her tight top. She then turned around to show off her heart-shaped ass to him again. "I can't blame you. I mean, Mom's butt has gotten so gross and fat and saggy, and mine is perfect and firm and squeezable. It must be torture being around me and my perfect ass all day..." she sighed, bouncing her ass ever so slightly, making the perfect cheeks jiggle in just the right way again. Damn... her ass was fucking perfect. Dan did his best to never look at his daughter's hot body, but now that she had given him permission to stare, he couldn't look away. He didn't know how he could ever stop staring from this day on, this image of Gwen's thong-clad ass burned into his memory. The perfect, round, tight cheeks. The sexy thong, framing her rear end, the string disappearing in between. Damn, it was just perfect. She was right. Her butt was so much better than her mother's, for the reasons she described. He'd never looked at his wife's ass with the heat and passion he was now looking at his daughter's.

"I bet when Mom was telling me to cover up, you were wanting me to wear less... right? To show more skin..." she teased, smiling, bending over slightly to show off her perfect ass even more. He had never specifically thought the way she said, but he did always think Connie was too conservative about such things. So indirectly, it was true. Part of him didn't mind his daughter wearing skimpier clothing, not to this degree, obviously. Although... deep down, he probably didn't really mind here in this case either.

"I mean, just because Mom never had a good body doesn't mean I shouldn't get to show mine off..." she purred. It was true. Gwen's body was out of this world, her athletics combined with her natural gifts and copious curves in all the right places... her body was a 15/10. Connie... she had never had a body like this, even in college, and she hadn't put in the work to keep things in place, spending more time at the Church than exercising and dieting. And for Gwen, that work she put into herself had paid off. She deserved to show it off.

Gwen then climbed onto the bed, crawling onto all fours for a moment, jutting her ass out, her rear end pointed right at him. Then, she bent over, face down, ass up, making her father's eyes go wide.

"Oh my God!" Dan sighed. Bent over like this, her firm, juicy ass-cheeks parted naturally, allowing him to see the entirety of the valley between the cheeks. He admired the way the full, round cheeks turned inward artfully till they met in the middle, forming her ass-crack. And it was in that valley where he could see the full length of the tiny string of her thong, traversing the valley until it met the triangle covering her vagina. She was so spread apart, and the string of her thong was so tiny, that he could literally see Gwen's asshole, barely obscured by the thong. Dan's eyes were wide, and his mouth was watering by this lewd sight. It didn't even matter that this was his daughter. This view was undeniably wicked and sexy.

"So, Dad..." Gwen asked, raising her head so she was up on all fours, looking back at him. "Do you think it's sexy?"

Frozen in place, looking down at his lewdly posed daughter, staring at her thong-clad ass, sweat on his brow, he looked her in the eyes, communicating the answer that his mouth couldn't. But just to confirm it, she glanced downwards, lower on his body, before grinning wide.

"Oh my!" she began, giggling. "I think I have my answer!" Dan glanced down at himself, and to his horror, he realized his dick was now absolutely throbbing, a fact very evident through his lounge pants. He'd been fighting these erections all morning, and earlier he had maneuvered it so that it was pointing up towards his hip, to hide its girth as he cooled down. But after seeing all of this, his daughter presenting herself so lewdly, there was no holding back the lust coursing through his veins. His cock was throbbing hard, so hard it was visible through his pants, the bulge caused by his lengthy meat outlined and showcased for his daughter to see. She could see his impressive length and thickness as his clothed, straining meat pointed up towards his hip. If anything, in an attempt to hide his bulge earlier was allowing his daughter a better view of him now. At the revelation that he was very obviously hard, he brought his hands down, trying to cover his bulge, but the damage was done.

"I... I need to go, Gwen," he began, taking a step back.

"Hold on," she said softly, getting up on her knees and stepping down onto the floor. As she got to her feet, a move that caused her boobs to jiggle, Dan knew he had to get out of there. His daughter's body was affecting him in ways he couldn't control, and he had to get out of her room before doing something he'd really regret. He reached back to rest his hand on the doorknob, but she spoke up first. "Wait, wait, wait!" she said, stepping over to him quickly. She grabbed her father by the arms and pulled him back, guiding him back into the room towards the bed. "You can't go out there like that, Dad."

"I... I'm sorry. I shouldn't be reacting like this," Dan said, his mind in turmoil, apologizing as she pushed him onto the bed in a seated position.

"Dad?" she interjected.

"I don't know what's going on," Dan said, his mind a flurry of disjointed thoughts. "I mean, I didn't even get you the..."

"Dad!" she said again, looking down at him.

"I'm your father! I should be controlling myself, I'm sorry..." he said again.

"DAD!" Gwen said loudly, pulling his focus away from his inner turmoil, making him look up into her eyes. At this, she smiled down at him warmly, looking down at him she kept her hands on his arms. "Dad. Trust me... don't worry about it! Honestly... it's what I wanted. I mean, especially from a guy like you, who's so kind and friendly and well-built and good looking... trust me, it's a compliment. Especially, because, you know... you're my dad, and you're married. Haha! No one would blame you though. I mean, obviously, Mom's no fun anymore, and you're a red blooded man that has needs she's not meeting, clearly. And with me around... no one would blame you, especially when I'm dressed like this!" she said, looking down at herself and giggling.

"I... I still shouldn't be reacting this way!" he replied, registering every word she said as truth. Connie, she was great, and he did love her, and she was such a big-hearted woman. But she had become conservative in all ways, and their sex life had gone down to near zero. He honestly did still love her, and they did have a lot of fun together. But he still did have desires that weren't being met, and most of the time, it wasn't an issue, but here... it was causing problems.

"Like I said, don't worry about it," she said, smiling. "I won't tell anyone that you got a giant erection over your own daughter, and I also won't tell them you got me a super sexy, super slutty thong for Christmas!" she said, grinning. "It'll be our little secret!" He glanced up to her, slightly shaking his head. He could still just come clean about not being the one who'd bought the thong for her, but it felt like things had gone so far beyond that fact that it felt like it didn't even matter anymore. That would only make things more confusing, and she seemed to be so excited by getting this gift from him that telling her the truth would diminish that excitement.

"But I will say..." she began, pulling her hands from his arms and standing back up, standing up straight in front of him. "If you ever want to go the same route with a gift like this, you should really get me a matching bra." At this, she turned to the side and walked over towards her bag, digging through it, going through her clothes, and Dan could only watch in silence. "I mean, this makes all my bras look like crap in comparison," she said, pulling out some plain, functional bras. From this angle, her side was facing him as she kneeled down to go through her bag, and this allowed him to see nearly the entire side of her ass-cheek as well as the rest of her bare leg. There was something oddly thrilling about seeing her doing something normal while wearing such wicked underwear. "I mean, this, like... totally outweighs the boring old gifts I bought you. So I was thinking, like... if I had a nice bra, I'd give you a good show right now. Give you something to remember when Mom leaves you hanging, you know?" She said this all offhand, in effect telling her father that she wanted to give him some prime material to his spank bank, a fact that made his head spin. How could she be so cavalier about this whole thing? He was her father!

"Yeah, I got nothing here..." she said to herself, looking into her bag, shaking her head. At this, she stood up straight, before padding back over to him, standing right in front of him again, her large boobs bouncing in her tight top as she came to a stop. He looked up at her as she drove the action, far more in control of this crazy situation than her befuddled father. "Well..." she began, smiling, clearly very energized by this whole insane situation. "I'm trying to come up with something to give you as a 'thanks' for this amazing gift, something that's as good for you that this is for me," she said, pointing down at her thong-covered crotch. Dan was unsure where this was going, but he was about to find out. "So... I'm just gonna give you the gifts you deserve the most..."

Then, with her father watching, Gwen reached down, hooked her fingers beneath the hem of her shirt, and lifted her tight top up quickly, tugging it upwards until her massive bare breasts cascaded out of it, exposed to Dan for the very first time.

"Holy shit!" Dan couldn't help but say, his eyes wide, staring at Gwen's giant boobs. They were absolutely massive. Jesus... these suckers just vaulted off her chest, mammoth and round and smooth. They were the size of melons and just as ripe. Her boobs were perky and firm, with literally zero sag. Damn. They were so fucking big that they could probably be seen from behind her, and they were so full they formed a chasm of cleavage in the middle. Encased in silky, golden skin, flesh so smooth and perky it yearned for your touch. They were begging to be squeezed. And each massive melon was capped with a perfectly sized, mouth-watering pink nipple, sticking out, hard as can be, surrounded by a round pink areola.

For years, Dan had been a good dad and never looked at his daughter in any other way than a daughter, even as she filled out in all the right ways. Lesser fathers would let themselves sneak a peek from time to time, indulging in a forbidden glimpse for a single loaded moment. But not Dan. He was better than that, catching himself whenever an opportunity to look presented itself. It was only situations like the one earlier when they were going up the stairs where he would notice such things. Where he'd accidentally look, doing it without thinking, doing it with no dark desire. And when he did happen to notice such things about his daughter's body, such as her firm, upturned, juicy behind, or the fact that she had massive tits, he would simply note this fact and file it away. He would not give it further thought, not let himself get any enjoyment out of it. He had worked hard to keep the specifics about his daughter's body vague and unknown, and the fact that her mother did her best to keep Gwen dressed conservatively certainly helped out there. Overall, Dan had done a good job, better than a lot of men would. In all metrics, but especially this one, Dan was a good father.

And look where all that hard work got him.

Not only was Dan laying eyes on his own daughter's massive bare breasts, this was a sight that was being offered to him. Gwen was eagerly showing her own dad her huge naked boobs, showing her father a sight few are ever permitted to see. He'd worked so hard to never stare and ever be anything less than an upstanding father, and his reward for that was a long peek of the goods. He knew he shouldn't be looking, but with her asking him to gaze upon her big naked tits, he just couldn't look away. His eyes were locked on Gwen's giant boobs, studying every inch and burning the image into memory. This was a sight he would never forget, and frankly, a sight he'd never want to forget.

"What do you think?" Gwen asked girlishly, smiling wickedly as she let go of her top, leaving it clumped up near her neck, her boobs just hanging out for him to stare at.

"What are you doing?" he asked, clinging to a fatherly tone despite eagerly staring at her exposed melons.

"Well..." she began. "You're such a good dad. Not just because you bought me this killer thong, but, like, seriously. I mean... you work hard, and you care about your family more than anything. You deserve to be rewarded. Mom means well, but she's gotten so boring and, uh... churchy. I understand how men think, and what they need, and... and you deserve so much better than what Mom gives you. You're the best dad ever, and you deserve the best!" she said, smiling wickedly, her huge boobs quaking with this excited statement. Damn, the way the smooth, heavy flesh quivered was intoxicating. "And you understand how girls think, better than Mom does, obviously. She's a boring old stick in the mud who wants everyone to be dressed up like it's the fifties. You know better. You understand that girls like me want to dress sexy and show some skin and wear extra slutty underwear! You bought me this amazing gift that I'm gonna wear every chance I get. I'm gonna get even more attention from now on thanks to you, cause the guys will just know that I am up for anything! And it's all thanks to you! So that's why I'm showing you my tits, Dad. Because a guy like you deserves to see tits this big every chance he gets."

Dan heard her words and registered them, but he was so lost in his breast-induced daze to really respond. Like, it all made sense. There was a twisted logic to her words. Despite her better qualities, Connie had become a stick in the mud, and because of that, she'd become really boring. In truth, examining his marriage, the fact was that even though he still loved his wife, he stopped being attracted to her years ago. He hadn't been titillated in this way in a long time, possibly ever.

On some level, he recognized that he was a better husband to Connie than she was a wife to him. He'd kept himself in good shape and had stayed openminded as he had gotten older. She hadn't done as much work staying in shape, and she'd become far more narrowminded than she used to. She had become more focused on the things she was interested in than the things her husband liked. Sure, the things she did were good, and they bettered the world in so many ways, but at times, their marriage was put on the back burner. And to be honest, Connie was behind the times, in all the ways Gwen had explained. She'd gotten a bit prudish and restrictive about things in a way Dan could never fully agree with. That being said, Dan probably wasn't as openminded as Gwen might think. Seriously, he would never have actually bought his daughter a thong, no matter how much she wanted it, but the gift had been given to her anyways, signed with his name and written in his handwriting. He could point that fact out now, plead his innocence, and be done with this now, but... damn, her boobs were just absolutely massive!

"They're so big..." he said softly, eyes locked on his daughter's breasts, not even realizing he was saying this out loud.

"I know, right!" she said with a wicked smirk. "These are fat fucking double E-cups, by the way, but I think in a few months, they'll be F's. So, if you want to get me a bra, now you know my size. Haha," she said, laughing, before reaching up and cupping her own boobs between her fingers. "Mom wants to keep the girls covered up, taped down, and, like... hidden from the world. She'd be happy if, like... no one ever got to see them ever. I'm not surprised you didn't know how big they were, with the way Mom makes me cover up. But these shouldn't be covered up, right? You and I agree that I should be wearing tight, low-cut tops and show off my cleavage. I should be showing off my boobs to everyone, including you... right? Especially you, almost. I mean, I think so. These bitches need to breathe! Haha!" she giggled, making her heavy, fleshy tits jiggle. "You're a man, and you get that. Boobs this big and perfect need to be shown off, right? Everyone likes boobs. Who would complain about seeing more of them? You're a good, solid, upfront man, married to a boring, churchy wife who probably stopped wanting to have sex years ago. You work hard and support your family. The one joy a man like you probably gets is whenever you get lucky enough to get a glimpse at a pair of undeniably massive tits. And you're stuck with Mom, and her boobs are, like, nothing compared to mine. It must be torture for a man like you, who knows deep down he deserves to be with a girl with tits like mine, to have me around the house, driving you crazy. Right? You deserve to experience a pair of big, soft, succulent melons like this, don't you? I think you do. I want you to! So, you... you can touch them if you want?" she offered, still cupping her massive tits, offering them to him.

"What?" he croaked out. Was... was she serious? Was she seriously saying he could put his hands on her breasts? No. No... she must be joking. And besides, he was her father. He couldn't actually put his hands on Gwen's breasts, despite how massive and soft and smooth and perfect and squeezable they looked. God, they were amazing, though. He'd never seen a pair of tits this big, let alone get his hands on them. She was bouncing them in her palms, making them bounce, the rippling flesh damn near hypnotic. Her nipples dancing in the air. Calling to him. No. NO! Part of him wanted to put his hands on her tits and go wild, but the father in him knew better. He couldn't. He couldn't cross that line, despite how perfect her boobs were. And they were perfect. And massive. And they looked so sinfully soft...

"No..." he said, both to himself and to Gwen.

"Why not?" she asked, playing dumb, as if the answer wasn't obvious.

"Gwen... you're my daughter..." he said, so overwhelmed he could barely think straight. His body was alight with energy, heat coursing through his veins, affecting his state of mind. But he clung to that last shred of decency, even if every fiber in his being wanted to surrender to the raw, lustful desires encouraging him to give in to his daughter's request. He was right on the edge and about to fall over the precipice. But at the moment of truth, he was pulling back. He just couldn't do it.

Gwen smiled at her dazed father, but inwardly, she rolled her eyes in annoyance. How could he be bold and confident enough to give her that tiny, slutty thong, but be so stubborn and resistant about this? She thought they were on the same page here. She could see his straining bulge through his pants. It was obvious that he was thoroughly enjoying this delicious, daughterly temptation. But... but maybe to him, there was something about gifting her the thong and them sharing a sexy little secret together that was different than actually getting physical with her. Yeah, that sounded right. Her dad was such a kind, good hearted, decent man. When all her friends joked about their dads getting some action on the side, she could never relate. Her dad was such a stand-up guy, and without knowing any specifics, she could just tell he was the type of guy who would never cheat on his wife. He was a loyal man all the way through. So... so maybe he couldn't make the decision to cross that line himself.
Maybe this was the type of decision someone had to make for him.

In his consternation, he raised his hands up to run them through his hair, trying to calm himself down. And in this motion, Gwen saw an opportunity. As he pulled his hands from his scalp, she reached forward and deftly grabbed his wrists. Before he could react, she yanked his hands forward till his big manly palms slapped against her huge tits.

"Wait, wha..." he stammered, completely caught off guard. He tried to pull his hands back, but she held strong, holding his open palms in place against her huge bare breasts. She used her fingers to squeeze his hands with hers, making him dig his fingers into her soft, succulent tits for the very first time.

"Mmmm..." she purred. "Squeeze my big tits, Dad..." she sighed.

"Oh my God..." Dan said in shock as he felt his fingers dig into the soft, luscious, firm flesh of his daughter's big tits. She squeezed her fingers over his, making him really get in there and grope her huge boobs. She did it again and again, making his hands squeeze her breasts, making Dan really feel her succulent titty-flesh. Fuck... they were so fucking soft! Holy shit! The firm, smooth flesh was pouring through his fingers, a sensation that was indescribably erotic. He'd never felt anything like this before, ever! Connie certainly didn't compare in the slightest. These massive jugs made his wife's breasts look like pathetic, half-formed, undercooked things. But Gwen's tits... they were baked to perfection. Dan's fingers dug into the soft, doughy flesh, kneading away, relishing in the smooth, silky skin. Dan was at this for what felt like an eternity, never getting enough, groping her squeezable breasts, digging into the soft flesh over and over again. He did this until he realized it was his hands doing the squeezing. Gwen had taken her hands off of his and was simply looking down at him, smiling. And yet, knowing this, knowing there was nothing stopping from pulling his hands off his daughter's incredible breasts, he... he couldn't stop. He just could not stop groping her massive tits, despite knowing better. They were so addictively soft and firm, deliciously squeezable, and his hands could not stop immersing themselves in their perfection. The sensation of the firm flesh in his hands, combined with the knowledge that it was his daughter's tits that he was feeling up, formed a delicious cocktail of lust and sin that was coursing through him, energizing him in a way he'd never experienced before.

For so long, Dan was disciplined, never running too hot or too cold. Never getting too down about things, but also never letting himself get too excited either. It was rare for him to get truly keyed up and excited about something. Part of this was imparted onto him by the experience of having his father cheat on his mother. His father didn't have discipline, and that led to him going down the wrong path. Dan had vowed not to make that same mistake. And from that day on he never lost that focus, that discipline, never getting too emotional or too excited. He ran on an even keel, staying calm always, which made him the type of guy that you wanted to be around when things got tough, as he never lost his cool, remaining confident and composed no matter what. It's part of what first attracted Connie to him, and inadvertently, it also appealed to young women like Gwen, who far preferred a cool, confident man to a nervous, unsure younger guy.

That is all to say that getting his hands on her breasts had sent sensations of excitement and pleasure coursing through him that he'd never let himself experience before. His discipline had been shattered by his daughter's massive, firm tits, and the lust flowing through his veins had him more revved up and excited than he'd ever been before. More excited than he ever knew possible. He'd held back and stifled these urges for so long, but his daughter's hot body had brought them all to the surface. That knowledge that her body was enough to turn her normally cool, composed dad into a stammering, lust-ridden mess was a better compliment to her attractiveness and appeal than just about anything. And now that he was experiencing these new sensations for the first time, now that he was falling into the quicksand of lust and wickedness, he just didn't have the will to hold them back anymore. It felt too goddamn good. It was so thrilling, lighting his nerves on fire... he just couldn't stop now.

"Jesus, Gwen..." Dan sighed, his hands still digging into the soft, succulent breast flesh. "These are amazing!" he said, looking up at her, letting a grin cross his lips. He was so excited! He couldn't get enough, squeezing them between his fingers over and over again, savoring the feeling of the soft skin oozing through his fingers.

"Mmmm..." Gwen moaned softly, her hard nipples pressing into her father's palms. "I always knew my tits would end up in your hands someday..." she sighed, biting her lower lip and arching her back slightly, pushing her boobs against her father's fingers. He slid his hands against the smooth skin, taking in every square inch of firm breast flesh he could, before letting his thumbs and forefingers tease Gwen's nipples, making her squirm in pleasure. "Oh my God..." she sighed.

Dan couldn't stop himself. He had never felt anything this amazing, having never been with any girl in the past that had big boobs. He slid his hands over the soft, silky skin, letting his fingers travel into the extra soft flesh of her cleavage, or letting his palms slide underneath to cup her mammoth tits and feel their size and weight. They were amazing, and with her standing in front of him, that put her boobs at his eye level, giving him as good of a view as anyone could ask for. He was drooling over these tits, and each squeeze he gave them only drove him crazier.

"So, Dad, mmm..." she sighed as her father kept playing with her breasts. "Do you think my tits are sexy?" Considering he was so enraptured by her rack, the answer was undeniable, and he didn't have the will to deny it.

"Yes, your tits are sexy..." Dan told his daughter, making her grin.

"Mmmm. Yeah. Do you think my ass is sexy, Dad?" she asked, repeating a question she'd asked earlier to no response. All the images of her ass from the second she tugged her pants down and showed him her thong-clad ass replayed in his mind, each one sexier than the last. It's size. It's perfect shape. How mouth-watering it looked in a thong. Again, the answer was undeniable.

"Yes, your ass is incredibly sexy, Gwen..." Dan said, making her smile wickedly again.

"So..." she began, as Dan continued squeezing her big naked breasts. "Do you think I'm sexy?"

Dan thought about it, not just in his current, lust addled state, not with her ass hanging out and her tits in his hands, but in total. And in truth, with doing all the work he did to not look at her body, some part of him could acknowledge his truthful opinion of his daughter's appeal. He knew he shouldn't. This was his daughter, but... being here, squeezing her huge breasts, gazing at her juicy ass... he'd never felt so excited! He was keyed up! He was alive! After living most of his life in black and white, he was seeing color. He was living! Sure, it might be spurred on by his daughter's hot body, but when it felt this good, it almost didn't matter. Which is why he felt little hesitation to tell his daughter the truth.

"Yes, Gwen, I think you're very sexy," he said, digging into her tits with his hands more firmly than before, his straining, angry cock throbbing in pleasure at this admission that he thought his own daughter was sexy. At this, she flashed him a brilliant grin, her eyes flashing with wickedness. There was no greater stroke to her ego than having her own father, this fine, upstanding, goodhearted man, to find his daughter so appealing that he just had to tell her how sexy he found her. She squirmed in front of him, deeply turned on by this.

"Sexier than mom?" she asked.

"Yes... it's not even close..." he admitted, unable to hide the truth, telling his own daughter that he found her A LOT more attractive than his wife, her mom. Her eyes closed in pleasure at this statement, and for a moment, she almost collapsed against him. He could feel her squirm in pleasure at this, and as she shoved her tits even more firmly against his gripping hands, her nipples hardening against his palms. Finally, she opened her eyes. She looked down at him, breathing deep, her stare filled with intent, and in that moment, he knew what was about to happen.

Quick as a flash, she reached down and brushed aside his outstretched arms with her own, leaving nothing between her jutting, bulbous tits and her father's face. Again, with the liquid smoothness that all her motions possessed, she reached forward and grabbed the back of his head, stepping forward as she pulled him towards her. And before Dan could react, his face was pressed against Gwen's bare tits.

"Ohmmphh my grod!" he groaned into her cleavage as the silky-smooth flesh of her big jugs mashed against his face. He thought they felt amazing in his palms, but they felt even better against his face. She wrapped her slim arms around his head as she scrubbed her fleshy tits across his face. The soft, dense flesh of her bulbous breasts slid over his handsome features, molding against his face, smothering him. She held him in place firmly as she trapped her father in this fleshy prison, sliding her weighty tits back and forth over his face, her hard nipples scraping across his features.

And through it all, Dan just sat there and took it, letting his daughter rub her boobs all over his face, and he took it willingly. He'd never experienced a big pair of tits like this, not with Connie, obviously, not with any other girlfriend before that. He'd never even been to a strip club, he was so disciplined. He'd worked hard not to let him fall into temptation, and now that he was face deep between a pair of mammoth jugs, he now knew what he was missing out on. The smooth flesh. The indescribable softness. Even the knowledge that he was drowning between a pair of massive boobs was enough to drive him crazy. There might be objections ringing in the back of his mind, being that these were his own daughter's huge tits he was nose deep in, but he was so deep that it would be impossible to pull back now. This just felt so right! And as he scrubbed his face against her bulbous, fleshy breasts, he could feel her hard nipples scraping across his cheeks, teasing his lips, coaxing him in deeper. He was so incredibly turned on that he couldn't resist this next temptation, letting his mouth open, his tongue extending, running across her sensuous breast flesh. Within seconds, her nipple found home, pushing into his waiting mouth.

"Oh my God..." Gwen sighed as she felt her nipple slide against her father's tongue. She pressed her very large breast against his face, forcing as much titty into his mouth as he could manage. His open mouth was soon stuffed with nipple, his lips forming a tight seal around her areola. His tongue tentatively flicked at her extended nipple, toying with it, circling it, pleasuring it. His mouth formed a seal around her hard nipple, and as his tongue began to pleasure the hard nub, his mouth began to suck at it, creating a delicious tugging that made Gwen squirm.

"Fuck..." she sighed lightly, gently scratching his scalp. "I can't believe you're sucking on my tits, Dad! You're the best! Fuck... you knew exactly what I wanted for Christmas."

It was amazing. A couple days prior, things between these two were nothing but familial, as they'd always been. There was no real outward sign of this being a possible outcome for these two. Things were normal between them. And then, with one little push, a mystery gift... a thong. Thanks to that miniscule bundle of thin, sheer material with a handful of strings, their relationship had been blown open, exposing the throbbing, beating lust at the core of their familial bond. Exposing their rawest, most wicked desires for each other and bringing them to the surface. One little push was all it took to send this normal father and daughter along the path that could only end in hot, sweaty, nasty incest! Despite things seeming so normal, in truth that rock solid familial bond was in fact quite brittle, easily shattered and exposed by one well-trained arrow fired directly into the right spot. How could such a small thing have such a profound effect? How could one possibly know that Gwen getting gifted a thong could lead to this? Well, the answer was simple...

It was a Christmas miracle!

While Dan might have had some deep buried lust for Gwen that he himself was not fully aware of, Gwen... she was very much aware of her own feelings. For a little bit now, she'd had a bit of a lowkey crush on her own father. Nothing that consumed her and dominated her thoughts and fantasies, but an accepting of her father's very obvious appeal. Dan was hot! Tall, and handsome, with a good head of brown hair and a wry smile. He had a good body without being, like, a muscle-headed gym-rat, having that Dad-sturdiness and Dad-strength that made him very appealing to her and other girls like her. But what put him over-the-top was his personality. A calm, cool, confidence that made him stand out when compared to guys her own age. He always seemed strong and stable, especially when things got nerve-racking or scary. You could always count on him. Plus, he had a sense of humor that didn't cater to the cheap seats, making you feel good and worthy when you could keep up with him. He was just... he was just hot. It was hard not to be attracted to him.

For a long time, Gwen was subconsciously looking for a guy like her dad that wasn't actually her own father, but frankly, none of them matched up. Looking back, it was frankly a laughable comparison most of the time. For a while, she could never just let go and start fantasizing about her father. It was wrong and sinful. If her mom ever suspected, she would flip out and send her away to bible camp or something. That being said, she knew it was massively fucked up to think about her father in any other way than as a parent. So, she pushed these feelings to the side. They were still present, she could acknowledge them, and occasionally she'd still return to these fantasies when all else failed. But she didn't let these illicit desires consume her. She had fun with guys her own age, forbidden fun that her mom did not know about in the slightest. Her mom still thought she was a virgin! Little did she know that, more and more these days, the desire of the guys that she was in a church group with to live up to the tenets of the good book were far outweighed by their desire for pussy. And needless to say, Gwen did just fine for herself, allowing Gwen to become VERY good in the ways of hot, nasty sex.

But that nagging lust towards her father never really went away. For a long time, she told herself it was wrong and messed up, and that she shouldn't be thinking that way. But it seemed like, lately, those doubts just kinda stopped bothering her. Maybe it was something in the air, but one day she thought about it again, and it just seemed like it wasn't such a bad thing anymore to lust for her father. You hear rumors and stories about people, and you start to realize that what you're into isn't really that bad. It seemed like the whole world was changing, like there was some shift in the general consciousness of the world, and the types of things that seemed sinful and wrong years prior didn't seem so bad now. So, she accepted her lust for her dad, and that men like her dad were what really got her motor running.

That all being said, she never expected this fantasy to lead to anything real. Her father had never given the slightest inclination of sharing these feelings. And frankly, it'd be shocking if he did. It was a pretty fucked up fantasy to have, and to expect that out of him would be madness. He was such a good, just, loyal guy... this type of thing struck her as something he'd never once even let cross his mind. So, she was fine with keeping it as fantasy, never giving him any sign of her secret lust, knowing it would lead to plenty of awkward conversations if it ever came to the surface.

And then, out of nowhere, her dad buys her a fucking thong for Christmas! He goes out of his way to buy her a thong and slip it into her room with a little note attached. The message he was sending was loud and clear. He wanted her hot ass in a thong, and he wanted her to know it. All of a sudden, all these hidden desires she'd had for her father were being reciprocated, and in a very sexy way! Her dad was all but admitting he wanted to see her ass in a thong, which meant he had a deep appreciation for her attractiveness and her hot body. Gwen was overjoyed, and incredibly turned on by this revelation. And once he made his intentions clear, she wasn't gonna let the opportunity go to waste. If he was coming out and admitting that he found her hot, she was gonna take her shot. She wouldn't be able to live with herself if she didn't at least try to make a move. So... she did. She was taking her shot, and she had already pulled him into a bit of fun, getting his hands and mouth on her. And she wasn't gonna let him out of her grasp now that he had gotten him this far. She'd gotten his mouth on her tits, and if she had her way, things were gonna go A LOT further.

"Oh my God..." she sighed as her father's talented tongue circled her hard nipple, teasing it, driving her crazy. He had just switched nipples, giving the second one the same loving treatment he had already given the first. As he did this, she kept one hand around his head, keeping him in place. She used her other hand to grab her top, which was still bunched up above her boobs, and pull it up and off, tossing it aside, leaving her dressed only in the thong now.

As he kept at it, his face pressed firmly against Gwen's warm, fleshy tits, mouth slurping on her nipples, his hands reached up from underneath and cupped her squeezable boobs, feeding them into his mouth. As he sucked on the hard cap, Gwen was getting ideas of her own. She looked down at her dad's crotch, where she could see his straining, throbbing Dad-cock, dying to be unleashed, desperate for the pleasure that a man like him deserved.

Dan had become completely mesmerized by his daughter's huge boobs. He'd been so nervous and reluctant about all of this, but Gwen's giant tits had quelled those fears, pulling him in deeper into the waters of lust. Squeezing the soft, ripe flesh, drooling all over her immaculate nipples... it just felt right. He could suck at her big tits all day. Lusting for these perfect tits was undeniable. No one could possibly blame him for this. Her tits were too perfect to ignore. It didn't matter that this was his daughter's perfect rack his face was pressed against. It didn't matter that he was a married family man. Her tits were too damn good, and this was so fucking exciting. After living over forty years along the boring, straight and narrow path, he had made contact with a livewire of lust, and it was energizing him into doing things he'd never once before considered, just because it felt so damn good.

Gwen was about to test that theory.

Knowing that her Dad was a bit slow on taking each next step with her, Gwen knew she'd have to take over completely and drive the action. Having her father's mouth on her tits was amazing, but her pussy had practically soaked through her new thong at this point. And she needed relief. She was here at the moment of truth, the culmination of all her nastiest fantasies, the last point where she could pull out from the trajectory they were on and attempt to maintain normalcy. But now that her ultimate fantasy was in her grasp, she wasn't gonna stop now.
There would be no pulling out.

Dan was still seated on the edge of the bed, lost in her breasts, and this gave Gwen room to move pushing him slightly backwards so she could straddle his lap, her tits still in his face. This put her thong-covered pussy in very close proximity with his prominent bulge, a fact that Dan was about to become very aware of.

"Ooohhh..." Dan groaned into her tits as he felt her weight settle on his lap, putting the pressure on his cloth-covered bulge. Feeling his standing pillar through his pants, she ground her thong-clad pussy against it, up and down along it's length, over and over again. A daughter's pussy was grinding against a father's dick as they began to get better acquainted with each other. And she was so wet that her juices began to soak his pants, allowing his shaft to feel it.

"I'm so fucking horny..." Gwen whispered in her dad's ear, her arms wrapped around his head as she held his face against her tits. She kept grinding her plump lips and hard clit against his concrete hard, concealed penis. Her nearly bare ass was flexing as she humped against her dad's dick firmly. Due to their close proximity, his hands were forced away from her wondrous boobs, and with nowhere else to go, he reached around and palmed each juicy cheek of her thong-clad ass.

"Mmmmm..." he moaned into her cleavage. Her ass felt as amazing as it looked. His big hands dug into the firm, round cheeks, gripping each perky cheek roughly, using it for leverage as he humped up into her.

Dan was practically lost at this point, lost on the cresting wave of lust his daughter had provoked from within him. Beyond rational thought, he was a tangle of overcharged nerves. His face nestled between Gwen's tits, licking and sucking and slurping away at them, he was completely smothered by them. Because of that, he was blindly following during this whole thing, blindly following the pleasure incited within him. She was barely his daughter anymore to his addled mind. She was a pair of massive boobs to rest his head against and a warm body to hump his needy cock against. But she wasn't about to let them forget that he was her father, and she his daughter.

Gwen kept grinding into him, harder and harder. While she ground into him, she leaned back slightly, putting more force against his aching crotch. She held him by the head more firmly than she was prior, using it to support herself as she leaned further back. As she did this, his mouth stayed on her hard nipple, sucking on it hard, his tongue worshipping the nub. She leaned back further and further, grinding her pussy against his dick roughly, leaning so far back that her long dark hair was grazing the floor. Her lithe arms were tightened as she used his strong neck to hold herself up. And he had his manly arms wrapped around her slim waist, supporting her, holding her close as she stretched herself back, her breasts pointing skyward. And through it all, his mouth stayed on her nipple, circling the hard nub, his dick grinding against her thong-covered pussy.

"Oh my God!" she moaned out, back arched, her head hanging down, more turned on than she'd ever been before. Her body tightened as a bolt of lust and pleasure coursed through her, but it wasn't truly an orgasm. She needed things to be further along to really get what she needed. Knowing this wasn't gonna get the job done, she pulled herself up smoothly, so she was sitting on his lap once again. She firmly pushed him back, removing his swollen, gasping mouth from her tits so she could look him in the eyes.

"Dad..." she began, panting, voice heavy with lust, still grinding against him. "We should just fucking do it..."

"Do what?" he asked, confused. Gwen realized she had to make this abundantly clear for him.

"Dad," she began again. "Let's just do it... let's just rip off our clothes and fuck!"

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Dan sobered up, pulled from his lust-drunk haze ever so slightly. You could understand how, in some small part of his lust-addled mind, he could justify sucking on his daughter's tits, putting his hands on her hot body, and humping his swollen dick against her, while still viewing the act of actually burying his cock into her waiting pussy as a bridge too far. Touching, squeezing... humping... that stuff wasn't really anything, uh... official. But actual, for real, straight up sex... that was undeniable. Something you can't undo or walk away from. Obviously, even a confused Dan had to take a moment to think about this.

"Hon..." he said, panting, looking up at his daughter. "We can't..." Here he was, sitting on this bed, his daughter on top of him. His practically naked, thong-clad daughter, her tits hanging out, her gushing pussy grinding against his swollen, clothed dick. It didn't look good, clearly, but he couldn't actually go through with it. Although... ohhh... his cock throbbed at the idea. It was so wrong and nasty. It was just about the worst thing he could imagine doing. About as far off the straight and narrow path he'd lived on his entire life. If his life was lived in black and white, this was blinding neon pink. This was the fundamental opposite of everything he'd ever believed in and lived by.

Then why was he actually considering it?

Why was every thought in his mind pure filth right now? Why was every masculine fiber in his being telling him to give in to Gwen's demand and give her exactly what she wanted? Why did he want nothing more than to fuck his own daughter's brains out? He couldn't, obviously, no matter how good it would feel. And... damn, it would feel good. Like, her body, her ass... those tits! She would be amazing. It would be amazing. She would feel amazing. He had to hold on to that last shred of decency. He couldn't cross that line, no matter how tempting it was.

"Are you sure?" she asked with a smile, grinding against his clothed, proudly standing weapon.

"Gwen... this can't happen," he affirmed, despite the fact that that he was grinding up against her too.

"Why not?" she asked in an almost taunting tone. She leaned forward and let her tits rest against his chest. Their weight, their softness... it admittedly did take some of the fight out of him. And with him temporarily taken aback again, she took action, reaching down between them and grabbing his clothed bulge in her hand. This made him jump, feeling his own daughter's fingers putting pressure on his cock. "If Mom was doing her job and satisfying you like you deserve to be satisfied, you wouldn't be here, grinding up on your daughter, wanting to be inside of me." At this, she squeezed his throbbing cock with her fingers, making him jump. "Do you want to live the rest of your life stuck with Mom, not having any fun or excitement? Or... do you want to cheat on her, actually have some fun and excitement, and have REALLY nasty sex with your slutty teenage daughter? And trust me, it will be FUCKING NASTY!" she teased, squeezing the root of his cock, feeling as it pulsed in excitement by her filthy language.

"Oh..." he groaned. It sounded so good. So tempting. God, he wanted to bury his big dick inside her so bad right now! His cock wanted nothing more to be stuffed up to the root in his own daughter's waiting cunt. It wanted to feel the walls of his daughter's tight pussy squeezing the living hell out of his lengthy weapon.

Even though every word she said was completely true, and her offer made complete sense, he... he just couldn't.

"Gwen, please, please stop," he groaned as she kept lightly massaging his steel hard weapon. "We can't do this."

"Why not?" she asked teasingly, her talented fingers still squeezing his clothed bulge. "There's nothing stopping us from doing it. And there shouldn't be anything holding you back. Dad, I want you to know that, despite what Mom might think, believe me when I say that I know my way around a dick. Mom did her best to make me as boring as her, but trust me, I am no virgin. A girl my age with a body like mine... I've taken a lot of cock, Dad, so if we hook up, you'll be getting your money's worth. We'll get to live out each other's nastiest, raunchiest fantasies... together! Haha! It'll be amazing! I know what I'm doing, and I just know you do too. I'll be the best you've ever had, and you'll be the best I've ever had. I mean, like, Jesus, Dad, I've been with a bunch of guys, but none as big as this. Dad... Holy shit!" she said, laughing, still groping him through his pants.

Every word and motion she made was setting him on fire, fanning the flames of heat and lust he was feeling for Gwen. He knew it was wrong, but God damn did he ever want to fuck Gwen's brains out right now. Holy shit! He wished he could be the type of guy who could just not think about the consequences. Who could be bold and take risks and live on the edge. Who could live it up with no fear. He wanted to be that guy, he really did. But he just couldn't.

"Gwen..." he began, practically panting, about to rebuff her once again, but she interrupted.

"Wait, okay, we can stop, but before we do... I think I deserve a little peek," Gwen said, backing away slightly. Before he could react or say anything to stop her, she released her hold on him just long enough to grab the hem of his pants and pull it away from his waist, pulling it out and firmly tugging it down, revealing his rock hard married dick to his daughter for the very first time.

"Holy shit!" Gwen called out, grinning wide, eyeing up her father's cock with great interest. "It's huge!" she gushed. It was true. Dan always carried himself with the calm confidence that no doubt comes with being well-endowed, and this hypothesis was proven true in this case. Thick like a salami, Dan owned a lengthy nine-inch member. The tightened flesh was smooth, no doubt from being so underused in his time with Connie. The spongy tip was prominent, with a sizable hole capable of spewing a river of thick cum from the end. Along it's underside, there was a very prominent tube that allowed those whopping loads to traverse unencumbered. And the source of all that manly jizz of his was his two very large, almost lemon sized nuts, swollen with sperm, dying to fire off all over an appreciative female.

Gwen licked her lips.

"Wait..." he began, trying to reach down and cover himself back up, but Gwen was too quick. Her nimble fingers reached down and grabbed his exposed dick. Her fingers wrapping around the root as best as she could manage, but he was so damn thick she couldn't fully grasp it. "Oh! Jeez..." Dan cried out, jumping as flesh-on-flesh contact with his big dick was made for the first time. This exchange slowed down his attempt to cover up, and as his hand got close to cover himself, she used her other hand to swat it away easily.

"Look at that..." Gwen said softly, eyeing up her father's cock, tilting it so she could examine every inch. Her grip was angled in such a way that the pad of her palm was pressing into her dad's sack. The warm flesh of his scrotum oozed against her palm, and the warmth and heat of his throbbing, pulsing, rock hard meat was overwhelming. "Oh my God! It's so hot!" she giggled, her eyes never leaving his cock. She reached down with her other hand and let it slide loosely along it's length. She then looked him straight in the eyes, her hands still on his cock.

"Look at this, Dad!" she said, eyes wild. He glanced down at his own weapon, and yeah, it looked about as hard as it ever had. It was an impressive sight. "This is because of me, Dad! Your cock is this hard because of me, your own daughter!" she said, grinning proudly. At this, she began lightly stroking his cock, making him groan.

"Oh!" he sighed, his head falling back.

"Dad, your cock is gonna explode, and it's gonna be because of me!" she said, the pace of her stroking picking up. She looked down and let some spit drip out of her mouth, landing on the end of his dick, a sensation that made him jump. She used it to lube up his rock hard meat, easing her stroking. "Either you just do it with me, right here, right now, or you just jack off thinking about me. Either way, this dick..." she said, stopping her moving hand at the head, using one of her fingers to tap on the angry tip. "This is gonna cum with you thinking about me! So why not just do it the fun way?"

"Gwen..." Dan sighed, his cock throbbing in her hands as she resumed stroking it. He couldn't think straight thanks to her efforts. She kept one hand gripping the root tightly as she used the other to jack him off, slowly and teasingly. He knew how wrong this whole thing was, but his cock was leaking pre-cum at a copious rate. Clearly, his cock had made up its mind.

"Dad! This is a one-time offer," she said, looking him dead in the eyes as she jacked him off. "If you don't just man up and fuck me, you'll never have another shot! Don't blow this now! Most daughters never give their desperate, undersexed fathers an opportunity like this. And most dads never get a shot with someone like me! Mom stopped caring for you after she got what she wanted. She got two kids. The life she wanted. All she cares about is what she wants. Not you. Let me take over. Let me give you what you want. What you so deserve!"

It was true. Once they'd had Max and Gwen, their sex life had greatly dwindled. That was the dividing line, but in truth, it was never like they went at it like rabbits. And then she got into the church, which was certainly not something that increased her libido. So yeah, he'd been underserved in his sex-life for a long time as Connie pursued her own thing, leaving him by the wayside, his own needs and concerns secondary. Would it be so wrong to indulge, especially when it was being so generously offered? Sure, she was his daughter, but she was gagging for it. And clearly, he was in dire need of some good, nasty fucking.

If what she said was true, then this was a one-time offer. He didn't want to blow this. He knew he shouldn't, but he didn't know how he could go on without doing it. Was this life enough for him? Did he not deserve some fun? He'd been so good and so kind for so long... would it be so wrong to break the rules, just this once?

He tried to cling to that last shred of decency, but it was wearing thin. Her talented hands were driving him crazy. He was throbbing in her grasp, his cock drooling all over itself, desperate for release. He needed to cum more than anything. It didn't matter that this was Gwen, his beloved daughter. He had to cum, and that need was bringing him closer to the unthinkable.

"And Dad?" she began, her vigorous jacking of his bloated dick making her huge boobs jiggle, which was not helping his decision making. "Just think... if you do give in right now... think about all the time we'll have in the future. Max is at college. Mom is always working on some project at the church. We'll have so much alone time. Just me and you. Just imagine what we could do together. Just imagine how much sex we could have behind Mom's back." Each word she said. Each vigorous stroke of his throbbing meat. Each jiggle of her perfect tits. Bringing him closer. And closer. "And she'll never suspect a thing! No one will! We can get away with all of it! And she'll never catch on, because she's too fucking stup..."

She didn't get to finish the word.

As if forced forward by an animal instinct inside him that was beyond his control, his mouth leapt forward, locking lips with Gwen for the first time.

"Mmmpphhh..." she groaned, caught off guard, before melting into the kiss. Her mouth quickly opened, coaxing his to open as well. She then slid her eager tongue into his mouth, mashing against his as their lips slid against each other. Her plump lips against his, their open mouths pressed savagely together. She made sure the kiss was extra wet and extra slutty, attacking his mouth with her own. She pulled her hands from his dick so she could pull him in closer, her chest sliding against his as she straddled him again, his bare dick sliding against her fit belly.

Dan had finally been worn down enough, broken by his daughter's efforts to corrupt him. He was back on that wave of wickedness, his moment of pure lust allowing it to break through, letting it cascade over him, riding it by Gwen's side and following her lead. The lust had worn him down enough to expose the animal inside him for just a moment, long enough for it to act out, locking lips with his daughter. She had her tongue practically down his throat, and he did his best to return the favor, but he was a bit unpracticed at this kind of thing. They swapped spit as their lips remained sealed together, kissing fiercely in a way he never had before. Her tongue swirled against his, easily the far more experienced party at kissing than he. She ground herself against his lap as they made out, a forbidden father-daughter make-out session. The passion crested so high that they fell back to the bed, with her on top. His hands rested on her hips as she kept forcing her tongue into his mouth. Her huge boobs were ballooning against his chest as she squirmed on top of him. She loved kissing, and she was enjoying this act of forbidden spit-swapping like no other. But she was so fucking horny she needed to take this to the next step and fast, before he changed his mind.

With a pop, she pulled her mouth from his, their swollen mouths and spit-covered chins parting ways. She looked down at him, panting, eyes glassy with lust.

"Take off your clothes!" she ordered. "Now!" she added, almost in a panic.

He slowly began to pull up his shirt, so lust-filled at this point that he couldn't think to deny her, even though he knew where this was heading. As he exposed his torso and bare chest, she reached down and hooked her fingers under the hem of his pants, yanking them down and off quickly. As he pulled his shirt off and tossed it away, he was left completely naked, almost in disbelief that things had gotten this far. He watched as Gwen reached down and deftly yanked her thong off, tossing it aside, leaving her as naked as he was.

For the first time, they were seeing each other completely naked. Gwen loved what she was seeing, her fit, handsome father, naked beneath her. His manly arms. His fit belly, fit without being shredded, as he lacked the vanity for that kind of thing, a trait she approved of. She could see his fit chest, with a small thatch of hair there that resonated for her. This was a man. Not a boy. He was a man, with a man's body. And a man's cock. Wow... looking at him like this, seeing him so exposed, his cock looked even bigger. Standing tall and proud, throbbing, his pillar looked amazing. The base of it was adorned with a patch of pubic hair, again re-emphasizing that this wasn't a vain boy who manscaped, but a real man.

Dan had seen so much of her already, but now, he was seeing her pussy completely exposed for him. Sure, he'd seen it through the see-through thong, but seeing it completely bare was on another level. The plump, smooth lips. The small, sexy landing strip of dark hair. It was, like the rest of her, mouth-watering. He could see her entire naked form, her long legs, her fit belly, her bare ass, her absolutely massive tits. And he wished he had more time to appreciate it, but she was impatient to move things along before he could change his mind.

"Okay..." Gwen said, crawling forward on her knees, moving to straddle her father and his lengthy, standing pillar. With one hand on the bed, she reached down and grabbed her father's dick, pointing it directly towards her waiting pussy. "I have been wanting this for so long..." she stated, slapping the head of his dick against the outside of her cunt. As she settled into place, the head of his penis pressing against the entrance to her vagina, it felt like there was a splash of cold water sobering him up, reminding him of who he was and what he was about to do.
"Gwen..." he began. Now beneath the wave of lust, the sobering splash of water revealed that there was still that one small shred of decency inside of him that hadn't been fully eroded just yet. That caused him to call out to her, trying to pull her back from the edge... but it was too late. She was not about to stop now, especially when her goal was so close. Before he could say another word, she began to sit down on Dan's hard, throbbing dick.

"Oh fuck!" Gwen sighed, eyes closed, biting her lip in barely contained pleasure.

"Oh my God!" Dan groaned as he felt the head of his dick parting the plump lips of his own daughter's pussy. This was it. This was really happening! He was about to have sex with his daughter! "Wait... wait... oh my GOD!" he groaned as his cock slid into her wet, waiting pussy. The walls of her eager vagina were warmly welcoming his big mature cock, squeezing the head and the first few inches as it slid inside her. He didn't want to like it, but he couldn't deny it. It felt so fucking good! She was so goddamn tight!

"Holy shit!" Gwen moaned as she slowly took more of her dad's cock inside of her. His cock was the biggest she'd ever had, by far, but she was really wet, which made this easier. The walls of her pussy were spreading around his thick, meaty dick, smothering it with tightness, squeezing it hard as it swallowed more and more. Soon, she had about half of his huge cock lodged inside of her.

"Fuck, fuck!" Dan moaned, putting his hands on his forehead as he tried to deal with the overwhelming tightness of Gwen's pussy. He felt his daughter swivel and angle herself in order to take more and more of his throbbing post inside of her. She kept pushing herself down against it, eager to take the entire fucking thing inside of her. And slowly but surely, her pussy made room for her dad's beefy mature dick, allowing her to take more. And more. And more!

"Fuck!" Gwen groaned in pure pleasure as she got about seven inches of cock inside of her. Her lips were splayed obscenely around her dad's thick column, squeezing the living daylights out of it as she tried to take the whole thing. She could feel his cock throbbing in pleasure inside of her. Even if he might have had some reluctance earlier, he was clearly enjoying himself immensely now.

"FUCK!" he groaned loudly, rendered frozen beneath her. His mind might be in turmoil, but her pussy felt like heaven. It was so much better than anything he'd ever felt before, and it wasn't even close. Her tight pussy squeezing his bare, meaty dick, massaging it in just the right way, coating it with her juices. And she wasn't done yet. With an almighty heave, Gwen threw herself back hard, forcing her pussy to take the remainder of her dad's cock, her ass slamming into his thighs as her pussy swallowed his amazing dick.

"OH MY GOD!" she groaned loudly. Her pussy was spasming around his big cock, adjusting to his intense size.

"Holy shit!" Dan groaned as he felt his entire length buried inside a tight teenage cunt for the first time. His eyes were closed, the pleasure was so blindingly good. He couldn't believe anything could feel this good.

Gwen stayed in place, Dan's entire length lodged inside of her, grinding on it, adjusting to his incredible size. As she did this, he was almost panting as he tried to withstand the incredible, immaculate tightness of her teenage pussy. For a few minutes, these two stayed in place, getting used to each other before they really got started.

Finally, Dan was stirred by the feeling of his daughter's nails digging into his chest, making his eyes open and confront the blinding pleasure being inflicted on him. Eyes opening, he looked up into his daughter's gorgeous face, smiling triumphantly as she gazed down at him.

"I can't wait any longer, Dad. I've wanted this for so long!" she sighed. "It's time for us to fuck!"

"Wait..." he panted, a weak effort at trying to get her to slow down and see reason, but he knew it didn't matter. She wasn't gonna stop. This wasn't gonna stop.

A father and daughter were about to fuck.

Gwen lifted herself up along her father's sizable dick. The root of his shaft appeared, already soaked with her juices. Gwen stopped at about the halfway point, the sight of his thick, mature cock stuffed in her tight young cunt absolutely obscene. As she paused, a bead of her broiling hot juices traversed down his length all the way down to his nut sack. Finally, she slammed herself back down, her ass colliding with his thighs as she took the whole thing back inside of her again.

"Ooohh!" Dan groaned.

"Fuck..." Gwen sighed. Before he could adjust, she did it again, lifting herself up and slamming back down, driving down into her father, making him wince. Then she did it again, even faster. And again. And again. Soon, she was bouncing on her dad's big dick, and the fucking had commenced.

Dan just lied there and took it. As she bounced on his big dick, her pussy sliding along his length, squeezing it, driving him absolutely insane, he could barely take it. He wished he could say this wasn't good. He wished he could say that he wasn't enjoying it. But he just couldn't. This felt absolutely incredible. Her pussy was the best he'd ever felt. But for some reason, he felt compelled not to voice this pleasure. If he did, then it became real. If it became real, there was nothing he could cling to afterwards. If he dove in completely and became a cursing, rutting beast, there was no hope for him. He had gone too far already, but if he could hold back from becoming a full-on animal, then maybe he had a chance to move past this. But first... he'd have to ride this out.

"Oh my God, Dad!" Gwen sighed. "Your dick feels SO GOOD inside me! Yes! Fuck! It feels so right! It feels like it's fucking built for me!" It was true. It was hitting Gwen in all the right spots, like no dick ever had before, and she couldn't get enough. Despite it's intense size, she began bouncing faster and faster, rising up along his pole and taking more and more of his length on every bounce.

Dan's body was tensed as his daughter rode him. He looked up and watched her incredible body as she rode him. With her arms supporting her by resting on his bare chest, it pressed her huge boobs together, making them balloon outward and jiggle hypnotically. His eyes were locked on Gwen's tits as they bounced and jiggled, the smooth, mouth-watering jugs rippling, her nipples dancing in the air. The sight was so incredible and so deeply sexy... despite his reluctance, he had to act. His hands practically acting on their own accord, he reached up and pressed his hands against Gwen's giant boobs once again, digging into the soft, succulent flesh.

"Oh!" he groaned, her incredible, luscious breasts feeling divine between his fingers. He dug into the flesh with his hands, squeezing her perfect tits over and over again, his mouth clenched shut.

"Oh my God, Dad!" she groaned, bouncing harder and harder on his big, swollen dick. "I can't believe it. We're lovers now, Dad! It's amazing! I can't believe I'm actually having sex with my own father! I can't believe you actually have the guts to fuck your own daughter! Ughh! Yes! You're the best dad ever!"

That really put it in perspective. In truth, there was no going back now. They'd crossed that line, and they could never come back. Dan and Gwen were having sex. His cock was buried inside his own daughter's pussy. No matter where their lives go from here, no matter how normal they try to act, Dan wouldn't be able to get over the fact that they'd had sex. They'd committed incest. He wouldn't be able to look at her perfect body without remembering that he'd gotten his hands all over her. If he ever saw her in a bikini, he wouldn't be able to forget that he'd seen her in far less. Whenever he'd meet his daughter's future boyfriend, Dan would know that they both would have one thing in common, namely having hooked up with Gwen. If he walked his daughter down the aisle to be wed, in a big fancy church, in the back of his mind, he'd be thinking about the time he barebacked his daughter on Christmas day when she was 18. This was gonna be one of the most impactful days of Dan's entire life, one with memories he'd never be able to forget.

He could only hope to keep his participation minimal. Sex was obviously already happening, but there was still some shred inside him clinging to normalcy. If he could hold back as much as possible, cling to the edge of the precipice without falling over, there might be a chance for him to pull back from the void of lust he was currently circling.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Dad! Fuck me! Fuck that nasty cunt!" she groaned. She bounced with purpose, riding her Dad's cock, his lubed-up meat sliding in and out of her pussy smoothly. Despite the slight upward thrusts he was giving her, and his busy hands groping her bulbous tits, she could tell her dad was holding back.

"C'mon Dad!" she urged him, bouncing down on him firmly, letting her ass slam into his thighs every time. "You don't need to pretend you don't want this! The minute you slipped that thong into my room, there was no way I wasn't gonna fuck you! And you knew that, and that's why you did it! Ugh! Fuck! Because you wanted me to fuck you! You wanted me to drive you crazy till you just had no choice but to do me! You wanted this even more than I did! So cut the bullshit and fuck me like a man! Fuck me like you mean it! Yes!" she demanded, fucking him harder.

Dan wasn't quite there yet. That being said, he was giving her more physical feedback, driving up into her as she slammed down into him. And his hands were all over her bouncing tits, gripping them firmly as she rode him. They were so soft... so smooth. They almost made all the guilt of doing this worth it.

"Goddamn, Dad! Your dick is amazing! Jesus fuck!" she groaned. Her cunt was on fire, gushing around her father's cock as they went at it. At this point, she was taking nearly the whole thing on every bounce, the head pretty much the only part that was staying inside her. Her bouncing was unrelenting, really showing off her stamina. She could run the track at a full sprint while barely breaking a sweat, and she was using that same athleticism to pleasure her father's dick. "C'mon, Dad! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! I need it hard! You have no idea how rough I need it! Yes!" Dan, mouth still clenched shut, picked up the pace, driving up into her harder, using her boobs for leverage as he heaved himself upwards into her hot body.

But even this wasn't enough for Gwen. This was her greatest fantasy, and she wanted it to play out as hard and nasty as possible. Leaning forward, she slid away from his hands and grabbed the headboard, putting her tits above him so they were swaying in the air. Using it for added leverage, she threw herself back at him, her ass slamming into him hard, their bodies colliding in a meaty slapping that echoed through the room. Her boobs were going crazy, bouncing in the air. He did his best to hold them, reaching up to grope them again, but there was no containing her impressive chest, her boobs jiggling in the air with each forceful thrust.

Dan was struggling to not vocalize his pleasure. He was trying not to let himself lose control completely, but that was coming at great struggle. As insane as it was to say at this point, considering he was balls deep in his daughter, but letting himself enjoy it too much seemed like a bridge too far. But goddamn, did this feel amazing. Her cunt was driving him crazy, squeezing his hard, swollen dick, making his balls boil. He had never been pleasured like this. He had never known sex could feel this good. He'd never felt anything like this, not even at the height of his sex life. He was gonna cum soon at this rate. Part of him wanted this to end soon, but part of him wanted this to go on forever. It felt SO good! Even though he stayed silent, he was following his basest urges, driving up into his daughter, trying to match her pace as they moved towards their climax together. If it kept up at this rate, he felt like he could get his release without fully letting his mind break. He felt like he could do this without vocalizing his pleasure and fully diving in head-first into the wicked, broiling seas of incest. At this point, that was all he could hope for to be able to walk away from this somewhat intact.

But it was not meant to be.

As he felt his dick swelling up, fixing to explode, Gwen made her move. Before he could react, she pulled her hands from the headboard and grabbed his wrists, ripping his palms away from her tits and slamming them back into the mattress. At the same moment, she stopped bouncing, hovering herself above him so only the head of his beefy dick was still lodged inside of her.

"Whuh..." he groaned, trying to fuck up into her some more, but she moved in unison with him, not allowing him to slide any deeper into her. He tried to pull his wrists from her grasp, but her leverage had him pinned down. Her huge boobs were now swaying in the air directly above his face, consuming almost his entire attention. But his prone position forced him to meet her eyeline.

"Dad!" she said firmly, looking down at him, looking annoyed. "I'm not Mom! I'm not your wife! I'm not some church-going old prude that you only get to stick it to twice a year. I am your horny, 18-year-old daughter! And most importantly, I'm a fucking slut! I want you to treat me like one! You're a man, Dad. A real man. And real men like little sluts like me more than anything! I don't want you to just fuck me, Dad! I want you to destroy me! I want you to get angry! I want you to fuck me like you want to own me! I want you to take out all the years of lust and filth you've kept bottled up on me and my hot body! I want you to talk to me! I want you to talk dirty to me! I want you to make a mess of me!" She punctuated her statement with a squeeze of her pussy around the head of his dick.

"Oh!" he groaned, his butt leaving the bed as he sought out deeper pleasure, but she kept him lodged in place, her hips following his, not letting him any deeper inside of her.

"No, no, no!" she announced, denying him this pleasure. She squeezed her pussy around his cockhead again, teasing him again with what he couldn't get. "Dad, you don't get another inch inside me till you give me what I want. And these...?" she said, shaking her perfect boobs above his face, arresting his vision. "You don't get to touch these again until you give in! Not one finger on them!" She squeezed her pussy around his mushroom tip again. "Now that you've felt them, you'll know what you're missing out on. You'll see them every day and they'll torture you. Each bounce... each jiggle... each flash of cleavage... you'll want to touch them so bad, but they'll be out of your reach."

At this, she leaned down and began swaying her huge, hanging boobs right above his face, a mere inch or two of heated air separating the two. Slowly, confidently, she made her huge boobs sway and jiggle. Dan tried to raise his head and make contact, but she pulled back as he did, maintaining that torturous gap between them.

"Please!" Dan begged, his body tightening. Dan looked up at her tits, his eyes looking near maniacal from this lustful torture. They were so close he could smell them, and god damn they smelled amazing. Again, in this desperate moment, Gwen squeezed her pussy around the end of his pole, making him squirm.

"But if you do give in, Dad..." she began, squeezing around him again, juices leaking from her cunt and sliding down his swollen, angry shaft. "You get full access to my body whenever you want. You can slide your hand down my shirt and grab a handful," she teased. "You can reach around me and cup my tits whenever you get the urge. You can slap my ass whenever I bend over. You can slide into the shower with me and run your hands all over my slippery body. You can rip off my clothes and fuck me whenever you want! If you wanted to fuck me in front of Mom, I would let you!" she said. Whoa... that last thought sent a huge shudder of lust through him, and her punctuating squeeze around his angry cockhead only added to it. "Don't you want to touch me whenever you want, Dad? Don't you want to touch these whenever you want?" At this, she lowered her chest downwards and allowed her heavy, hanging tits to slide across his face, one after another, drowning him in luscious breast-flesh for a tortuous moment. As her nipple slid across his lips and he opened up to suck on it again, she pulled away, his searching mouth just missing out.

"UGGHHH! C'MON!" Dan growled angrily. Again, she squeezed her gushing cunt around the tip of his cock, driving him crazy.

"Uh uh uh..." she warned him with an infuriating smirk, still jiggling her boobs over his face. Dan loved his daughter, but in the moment, he fucking hated her. Her beautiful face looked like pure evil. She was torturing him, driving him literally insane. His brain was on edge. He was so close to cumming, yet it was torturously out of reach. She kept giving him the smallest taste without giving him a full bite. And that was all he needed. One more touch. One more pump. Each time it began to simmer, she squeezed herself around him again, pulling him right back to the precipice. He couldn't escape. He couldn't get away. It was agony. Pure, pleasurable agony.

"Fucking bitch!" he growled, his body lit up with a fury he'd never known before. At this, her eyes lit up in joy.

"That's it Dad! More! Fucking scream at me!" she urged him, squeezing around his cock again, making him squirm. And through it all, she kept swaying her big tits above him, the sight of those massive, fleshy udders capped with rock hard nipples driving him insane. So soft... so smooth... they were amazing. Dan was gritting his teeth, trying to hold back, but the lustful fury inside him could barely be contained. His anger was about to boil over. He humped up at her again, desperate for her to let him go over the edge, but her hips followed in unison, again not letting him get in deeper.

"Ahhhhh!" he groaned, pinned beneath her. His hands were trying to escape her, squeezing at the air, desperate to get his hands on those titties one more time.

"My body can be all yours, Dad," she whispered, clenching around his giant pole again, making him groan. "Just let go... just give in. Take me like you want. Like you've dreamed about! Betray Mom and take what you've always needed. You've always deserved to have a slut in your life. And it's so close to you now. Just take it. Take it..." she urged him, eyes flashing evilly. As she said this, she kept jiggling her heavy, fleshy breasts, and kept rhythmically, teasingly squeezing her cunt around his pole.

"Oh..." Dan croaked out, his throat tight. He wanted to hold out. He wanted to have a chance at being a good guy beyond this, and not an animal. But his mind was right on the edge of sanity, clinging to that last shred of decency. He had been a good man and father and husband for so long. He'd done such a good job. But he was left vulnerable and completely unprepared for this attack on his very fiber. His daughter had completely exposed something he'd buried deep inside. An animal that had been long contained, but never fully broken. And as her sinful body wore him down and eroded away all the safeguards and protections he'd put in place, the defenses he'd earned by being such a good man and father for so long. But that was all blown apart by his daughter's perfect body and huge tits. He wanted to fight and cling to that last shred of decency, but the flow of lust was so rapid that it was wearing him down, locating that final shred holding him together and eroding it down. Her spectacular cunt, teasing him, squeezing him again and again and again, keeping him on the edge. Her big, fleshy tits, swaying above him, jiggling hypnotically. Back and forth. Back and forth. So soft... so smooth... so fucking big. And all that held him back was that quickly dwindling shred of decency.
And then finally, it snapped.

Gwen saw the exact moment her father finally broke. She was looking into his eyes the moment a dark, determined glint flashed across them. She saw his handsome face transform into something almost bestial, and for a moment, she wondered if she had started a fire that she wouldn't be able to contain.

But it was too late to go back now.

As quick as a flash, he ripped his hands from her grasp and wrapped them around her waist, pulling her down roughly so her front was pressed against his, her melon-sized breasts ballooning against his manly chest. And then, he let loose, driving his hips upwards, slamming his dick up into Gwen's pussy. He did this again and again and again, driving up into her roughly, picking up speed, soon making them both bounce on the mattress.

"Look what you made me do!" growled Dan, pounding his bloated cock up into his daughter's pussy at what very quickly grew to a near blinding speed.

"Oh my God..." Gwen sighed, mouth open, eyes closed, taken aback by this sudden ferocity from her father. Dan's entire body was tensed, his muscles flexing as he mercilessly fucked up into his daughter. Their bodies were heaving on the bed as he drove up into her, their bodies slamming together as he gave her his entire length on every stroke.

"Little fucking slut!" Dan snarled, fucking up into Gwen hard, his body slamming into hers, meaty slaps echoing through the room. "You don't think I noticed! Ughh! Fuck! You don't think I noticed the way you shake your ass when you walk! Ahhh! You don't think I noticed your huge fucking tits! Fuck! Of course I did! You wanted this... ugh! You wanted to drive your own fucking father crazy! Fuck! What did I do to get such a fucking slut for a daughter??" he groaned, his nuts slapping against her ass as he drilled her.

"You're right... ugh!" she groaned, voice warbling from the ferocity of the intense fucking. "I'm such a fucking slut! God damn! Yes! Oh my God! Fuck! I'm such a bad girl, making my father's cock hard, like a true fucking whore would! Yes!"

"Fuck!!" Dan screamed out, pounding up into her, showing an incredible strength and stamina. He was not slowing down in the slightest. "I try to be a fucking good man and a good fucking husband! Ughh! And what do I get? Fuck! A fucking whore daughter with the tightest fucking cunt imaginable! Fuck!" he groaned. Her tight, teenage cunt was practically molded to his big mature cock now, squeezing every inch on every stroke and inciting an even more fanatical lust inside him. His balls were on overdrive, cooking up heavy amounts of cum as they slapped against her ass, thanks to her mind-meltingly good pussy.

He kept at it, pounding up into Gwen hard. Fucking at a full sprint, he was amazed that he wasn't tiring out. If anything, it felt like he was just getting started. Driving his cock up into her silky cunt, giving her his full length over and over again, it felt like he could do this forever. The intensity of this brutal, incestuous fuck was showing on them, as both were soon dripping with sweat. Her body was sliding against his as he fucked up into her, doing her best to withstand the rough treatment.

"Ah! Ah! Fuck!" Gwen groaned, barely able to form coherent thought. Her father was merciless, throwing himself at her as he fucked up into her, her big, soft tits sliding along his chest as her body shuddered from the force of his brutal fucking.

"Is this what you wanted?" Dan growled, his ass rising off the bed in a blur as he piledrove his cock into her from underneath. She struggled to find at least a shred of control and assert her usual dominance during this fuck session. But he was so clearly overwhelming her that she was basically ceding all control and letting her dad dominate her till she could gather herself.

"Yes! YES!" she groaned. It was true. This was exactly what she wanted. There was no deeper turn on that being able to drive her calm, composed dad absolutely insane with lust. And she had done it. Glancing at her father through her lust-heavy haze, he was almost unrecognizable. His face twisted and snarling, he was more animal than man, warped by his daughter's body into a lust-filled, sinful, sex-crazed creature. For as experienced of a little slut Gwen truly was, this was on a whole other level. And for the first time, like... ever... for her, she was the one having to play catchup in a sexual situation.

"Fuck me Dad! Fuck me! Oh my God! Fuck me! I know you needed this so bad! Fuck! You've been married forever! Yes! Mom could never care for you like I can! Yes! You've been bottled up for too long! Ughh! So, fuck me, Dad! Take out twenty years of lust and need on my hot body! YES!" she groaned. Even though she was on the one having to catch up to her dad's lustful fury, she was starting to find steady ground despite this intense, nasty fucking, gaining a little bit of control and driving her ass down into him as he fucked up into her.

"UGHHH! FUCK!" Dan groaned, loving this filthy language, his nuts flexing in response, swollen to the brim with boiling cum. With one of his arms still around her slim waist, he had his free hand on her ass, squeezing it and groping it as he used his manly strength to force her down against him as he drilled up into her. She did her best to bounce along with him, with him spanking her ass as she did so.

"I love it! I love it!" she babbled, almost overwhelmed with lust. "Ughh! Fuck! Mom's too nice for you, Dad! She could never give you what you need! Fuck! Shit! You were fucking meant for this! Yes! You don't need a wife! You need a slut! You were meant to fuck a true slut like me! Yes! You should have married one instead of Mom! Ugh! But it's too late for that! Haha! Yes! But this is so much better! Fuck! You have a fucking slut daughter who knows exactly what this big fat, Dad-cock needs! Better than anyone! Yes! YES!"

For the first time, it seemed like she was weakening some of his lustful fury, his hold on her lessening. This allowed her to regain some control. He was still fucking up into her hard and fast, but she was starting to overtake his pace, her bare ass driving down into him almost harder than he was fucking up into her. With these two driving into each other at near full strength, her round, full ass driving down as his merciless, unyielding hips drove upward, their bodies were slamming into each other roughly and loudly.

They had been lucky up to this point as to not get any unwanted attention. They were aided by the fact that the only people in the house other than them was Tim, Viv, and Christiana, as opposed to a whole house full of people. And luckily for them they were clear across the house from Dan and Gwen, hunkered down in the living room, Christmas music filling the room, obscuring any noise from elsewhere. And even if it was quiet, the house was so large and well-insulated that Dan and Gwen would likely not be heard. Being two floors up and on the opposite side of the house, sound would sort of just die about halfway down. You could play music in the guest room they were in and if you were downstairs, you wouldn't be able to tell.

That being said, at this point, their heaving, sweaty bodies slamming into each other, each of them moaning and cursing loudly... they were being loud enough for the noises to carry all the way down to the living room. But luckily for them, just before the point they got really loud, Tim and Viv took their little niece outside to the front yard to play in the falling snow. That meant that Dan and Gwen and their filthy father-daughter rutting were in no danger of being interrupted. And honestly, his wife or his mother could be at the doorway watching and he wouldn't be able to stop now.

He was too far gone.

"Yes! Don't stop, Dad! Fuck me! Fuck me like the cheap fucking whore I am! Treat me like a fucking slut!" Gwen called out loudly, louder than the sounds of their colliding bodies echoing through the room. He was still fucking up into her almost as hard as he was before, and she was giving it back to him just as vigorously. His cock was gliding in and out of her tight wet cunt, coated with her juices, looking swollen and angry. Each drive, his cock slid in from the tip to the nuts, again and again.

"Ohhh! Fuck! Fucking slut!" Dan groaned. "Ugh! Fuck! How did... fuck... how did you turn out to be such a fucking slut? Your mom took you to church... fuck... we raised you right... ugh! What a sinful little fucking whore you ended up as..." As he drilled up into her, her could feel the weight and softness of her huge, perky tits sliding against his chest. He wished he could get his hands on them again, but the position didn't allow it.

"Hahaha! Yes! That's right! That's fucking right! You did everything right, and I ended up as just a cheap fucking slut in the end! Yes!" she groaned in delight, riding her father's dick hard. "And that's exactly how you like it! Yes! A man like you is built to have a slut for a daughter! Fuck! Haha! Even if you had to choose... ahh... if you had to choose for me to either be a church-going good girl or a complete and total slut, we both know what you'd choose! Haha! Yes!"

He wanted to find some way to deny it, but at this point, he couldn't. Being dick deep in his slut daughter... yeah, clearly, he liked this side of her more.

"Yeah, I would, you little whore," Dan told his daughter in a growl, still pounding up into her, his body flexing as he fucked her.

"Fuck! Fuck!" she groaned. Her chest was still pressed against his as he held her against him, but she was showing her pure, liquid athleticism in bouncing her perfect ass up and down, taking his full length inside her wet pussy on every bounce. Looking down at him, her face covered in sweat, she smirked and spoke up again. "And if you had to choose between me and Mom, you'd choose me, wouldn't you?" she asked, her body still sliding against him, the weight of her big boobs on his chest almost demanding as much of his attention as her filthy, nasty words. "Haha! Even though I'm a fucking slut, and Mom is everything you should want in a wife, you'd still choose me! You like your whore daughter more than your pure wife! You love your nasty, trash bag slut of a daughter more than your kind, sweet wife! Don't you? Don't you?!"

"YES, YOU FUCKING SLUT!" Dan groaned loudly, her words making his cock swell up in delight. The beautiful filth of her words combined with the need for her big tits spurring him into action. Before she could react, he leapt up, holding her against him as he rolled over on the bed, putting him on top. Before she could react, he took her knees in his elbows and put her legs against his shoulders, getting on top of her with her ankles near his ears. Now, with him on top, he began to really piledrive her.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Yes!" Gwen screamed out. Dan was going to town on his slut daughter, pounding his cock in and out of her at a furious pace. Dan, in his lust-filled berserker rage, let his eyes drift to her bare tits, bouncing just beneath him, now available to be felt up again. Reaching down, he let his hands dig into the soft, succulent titty-flesh again, squeezing them roughly as he drilled her.

"Ugh! Ohhh!" Dan groaned, almost beyond words at this point he was so lust-crazed. He wasn't gonna last much longer now. In his lust-addled mind, his eager squeezing hands on her big boobs was all that he could focus on as he pumped into her tighter than tight cunt. He was really digging into her, driving his cock into her, pausing for a moment and really savoring her immaculate cunt. Her pussy was truly amazing. "Fuck! Fuck! Why does this have to feel so fucking good! Ahhh!"

"Fuck me, Dad! Fuck me!" she moaned. She was getting close too. And even more than before, this position was really hitting all the right spots. Her pussy was gushing all over his thick, lengthy pole. She was gonna cum soon, as well, and hard.

"You like this you fucking whore!?" Dan growled, his body slamming into hers.

"Yes..." she moaned out, her pussy squeezing around him. "Tell... fuck... tell me I'm a better fuck! Please! I need to hear you say it!"

"Ugh! Fuck! Fuck! You're a better fuck than your mom. God damn!" he groaned, this admission making a jolt go through his cock. He was getting very close now and admitting that he preferred his daughter over his wife again turned him on like no other.

"Oh my God! Yes!" Gwen moaned, her legs shaking with lust on either side of Dan's head. She felt him squeezing her giant breasts roughly, gripping as much of her tits as he could. "Dad! Fuck! Dad, I think I'm gonna cum!" she said lightly, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Dan groaned as he continued drilling Gwen's eager cunt. He was getting really close too. Having been on edge all morning, it was amazing he hadn't blown his load already.

"Dad... fuck! Dad, I want you to cum in me!" Gwen groaned. "I wanna feel it! I need to feel it! I want to feel your cum inside my nasty fucking cunt! Oh my God, I want you to fill me up with jizz! Please!" she begged, looking up at her father.

Dan could barely control the shudder of pure, sinful lust that coursed through his mature frame at hearing these words. This was just about the most wicked thing a father could do. Some small part of him registered the fact that he shouldn't do this, that this was so, so wrong. But god damn, did the thought of cumming inside his own daughter's wicked cunt ever send an evil flame of lust coursing through him, igniting like jet fuel in his veins, spurring him into fucking her even harder. His body was in overdrive, and even if he wanted to avoid this, it would be near impossible to pull him back now from this intense, incestuous fuck session.

"Ughh! Fuhh..." he groaned, driving his powerful, rock hard cock into her firmly, making her entire body shake with each forceful thrust. His big, manly palms were digging into her big soft tits, the immaculate softness adding to his volcanic lust, almost ready to erupt.

"More! More! More! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Gwen cried out, her moans filling the room. Her pussy was spasming as he hit her just right, over and over and over again. "Oh my God! Oh my God! Holy shit, Dad! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum! Oh my God! Yes! Yes! YES! YES! YES! YES!"

"Oh my God! Holy shit!" Dan groaned, turning a corner, driving down into her like a machine, gripping her luscious tits roughly.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! AHHHH! AHHH! AHHHHH! AHHHHHH!" Gwen squealed, her limbs jerking and shaking as her body was readying to blast into orbit.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Dan groaned, hips in overdrive.

"AHHHHHHH!"

"YES! YES! Oh my God! OH MY GOD!"

"YES! YES! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"

"FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH! YYYYYYEEEESSSSSSSSSS! FFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKK! YYYYYYEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!"

At near the same moment, they both exploded. Dan's balls twisted and a rocket-burst of thick, creamy sperm exploded out of his thick cock and into the depths of his daughter's wicked, nasty cunt. At the same moment, Gwen's pussy tightened around his throbbing pole as a wave of pleasure caused by his driving cock coursed through her. Her body was lit afire with pleasure as the full wave of her orgasm hit her.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Ahhhh!" Dan groaned as more cum fired out of him. Their bodies were acting on instinct. In his case, that meant his body made sure he had buried his lengthy cock to the brim inside her clutching cunt, ensuring the thick cum firing out of him was taken as deep as possible in her wet pussy. And for her, she was pushing back against him, trying to ensure the very same thing.

"UGGGHHH! FUCK! AHHHHH!" she groaned loudly, her cunt clenching around him, trying to force as much cum as possible deep inside of her.

"Shit! Shit! GUHHHH! FUCK!" Dan groaned, his cock firing off again and again. He still had her folded in half, her legs on his shoulders as he drove down into her, humping into her squeezing cunt as more and more cum rocketed out of him.

"Yes! YES! I feel it! I feel it!" she cried out, completely overwhelmed with pleasure as she felt her father's huge dick firing off thick jets of cum deep inside her nasty cunt. Her legs were shaking near his ears as she came, feeling a pleasure she had never experienced. No boy had ever given her even close to this level of pleasure. Only a real man could.

Only her father.

"Uhhhh! Fuck!" Dan groaned, humping down into her. Both were covered with sweat, and the heat in this small room was like a sauna.

"Yes! Yes!" she sighed. Completely engulfed beneath her dad's manly frame as he pumped boiling cum deep into her needy cunt, this was exactly what she wanted. What she dreamed of.

"Fuck! Fuck..." Dan grunted, humping into his daughter, cum still firing out of him, in just as thick of streams as it did at the start. He'd been so turned on all morning that his balls were filled to the brim with thick cum, and it felt like he was pumping nearly every drop of it into her eager, fertile pussy.

"Yes! Fuuuuccckkkkk..." she groaned, squirming beneath him, her tight pussy not letting go of his weapon as it kept filling her up with sperm.

"Oh! Fuck!" Dan groaned, his body alive with a pleasure he hadn't felt in his forty plus year lifetime. And it was all thanks to his daughter. Her heavenly cunt. Her filthy mouth. Her huge tits. Fuck... her tits. He kept groping her melon-sized breasts, his fingers digging into the soft pleasure, and that was enough to prolong his pleasure. "Fuck..." he groaned, humping down into her, his orgasm starting to lessen ever so slightly.

"Fuck fuck fuck!" she moaned in pleasure, her cunt flexing around his shaft, trying to keep the flow of sperm coming.

Their bodies kept flexing and humping against each other, riding this whole thing out as it went on and on, riding the crest of pleasure together. He kept firing off, shooting off cum into her waiting pussy, which eagerly accepted every drop, so hungry for sperm it was. Their bodies were tense, coated with sweat, cumming in unison. Until finally, at the same exact moment, their intense orgasms ended, and their bodies collapsed into the bed.

A tangle of sweaty limbs, her legs slid from his shoulders and fell to the mattress on either side of him. Dan was still on top of his naked daughter as they both panted for breath, recovering from their orgasms. Dan peeled his sweaty body off of hers, rolling onto his back next to her on the small bed. As he did, his lengthy dick slid from her grasping cunt, fully emerging from inside her for the first time in a while. And to his surprise, it was still hard. Coated in their combined sex-juices it had frankly never looked better. Some of the fight had been taken out of it surely, but the dull throb of need had not fully gone away. He expected it to go down fully once the adrenaline of sex fully left him.

Next to him, Gwen lied on her back, eyes half open, panting for breath, her chest rising and falling. Her tits looked absolutely mammoth like this. For a moment, he became completely hypnotized staring at them. The smooth skin. The hard nipples. The beads of sweat coating the succulent flesh. His mouth was watering just staring at them. He knew he should calm down and return to normal, but he wanted nothing more than to lick the sweat off those big tits of hers. He shook his head, trying to calm down.

Gwen was on another plane of existence. Not awake but not asleep, she was in heaven. That was, like, the best sex ever! She never dreamed she could actually get fucked so well. And her dad had gone and done the deed. Her dad was the one who had given this incredible gift of pleasure, and on Christmas. That made it even better! This was just... perfect. Gwen panted for breath as she calmed down, her overcharged body cooling down from the ferocious sex session with her father.
Dan expected the beast inside him to fade away as he came down from his high, and for him to start feeling like himself again. Yet as he waited, the lusty, animalistic side of him never seemed to go fully away, resting but not disappearing. He couldn't stop thinking of Gwen, and her hot, lust inspiring body. He kept gazing at all the exposed flesh next to him, feeling a deep manly pride that he had possessed that body. He had pleasured that body and experienced an insane level of pleasure thanks to that body. He had to look away for fear of awaking that slumbering beast inside him.

Unfortunately for him, his gaze turned to the floor, and there lied the thong, the impetus for this whole thing. He still didn't know where the hell it had come from, but that didn't really matter at this point. The problem was the images that thong conjured.

FLASH! Her shaking butt as they walked up the stairs, accidentally stealing his attention. FLASH! The first reveal of her thong-clad ass, her thin pants pulled down to her thighs to expose her perfect rear end. FLASH! Gwen, bent over on the bed, ass-cheeks spread apart, showing off the full length of the thong between the cheeks, plus a very clear view of what lied behind it. FLASH! Her rocking the whale-tail, wearing it with pride. The memory of the feeling of those firm, perfectly shaped cheeks burned in his palms. The deepest, darkest, most wicked thoughts that her ass had incited in him, thoughts that he had buried deep, began rising to the surface. And with that, the animal inside him began to stir again, mere minutes after retreating within.

Gwen was in a state where she could lie like this, between consciousness and rest, between heaven and here, for an eternity. She was existing in a state of pure, warm, fluffy bliss. But she'd awoken something in her father that couldn't be put down, and she was about to experience that.

Stirred from her blissful state, she was brought back to the present as her father grabbed her by the hips and rolled her over onto her stomach, before grabbing her hips and lifting her so that her ass was raised up, her front still pressing into the mattress. As her eyes opened fully and she looked back at her father, she almost didn't recognize him as he stared hungrily at her bare ass. He looked more animal than man, and he was ready to feast.

Dan reached forward and grabbed each round, firm cheek, peeling them apart and exposing the full crevasse of her ass-crack and her tight, clean asshole to his eyes. His eyes went wide as he stared at the tight, puckered hole. He'd never done anything close to ass stuff in the past, but in the moment, staring at his own daughter's tight asshole... his mouth was watering.

Before Gwen could say anything, she watched as her father leaned forward and pressed his face in-between her spread ass-cheeks, his jaw filling the smooth crevasse. Before she could react, her father's mouth opened and she felt his tongue tentatively slide against her tight asshole.

"Oh my God..." she sighed, her butt wiggling as her father began to rim her asshole.

Dan was slowly getting into this, having never performed the act before. His tongue slid against her tight asshole, lightly licking it as he circled the puckered hole. Finding it enjoyable, her got more into it, circling it faster and faster, mashing his tongue against it, teasing it, making her squirm.

"Ughhhh..." Gwen groaned, pushing herself up so she was on her hands and knees, her huge boobs swaying beneath her, so large they could nearly scrape against the bed sheets. She pushed her ass back against her Dad's face. The warm cheeks of her ass pressed into his handsome features as his tongue stabbed against her tight hole. "Oh my God, Dad! I can't believe you eat ass, haha! Fuck... you really are the best!" She effused, grinning.

Dan didn't know he was willing to eat ass either. But whatever had been woken inside him was very willing to do so. That, or her ass was so mouth-wateringly perfect that he just had to have a taste. His tongue was getting more and more eager, rimming her asshole, stabbing it with his tongue, coating it with his spit. He was enjoying this way more than he ever thought he would, and the sheer wickedness of the act was making his cock reharden to near its previous strength. Gwen's ass tasted divine, and he couldn't get enough, really getting into this wicked act. Spit was leaking from his mouth as his spit coated her tight hole. Her butthole was so lubed and eager, and in the back of his mind, he registered that it was ready for what came next.

Pulling back and wiping away the bands of drool connecting his lips to her asshole, he admired his work, the tight, puckered hole glistening with his saliva. Dan reached down and stroked his cock a few times as he raised himself up and moved in closer to Gwen's bent over form. Announcing his attention silently, he guided himself forward and pressed the head of his cock against her tight, spit-covered asshole. Looking up to see her reaction, she glanced back at him with a gleeful grin.

"Oh my God, you're still hard?" she asked, shocked but excited. "Fuck, you are a man, haha! Do whatever you want with me..." she said, waving her hand and turning away from him, laughing lightly, literally hand-waving the idea of getting fucked up the ass by her own father and his huge dick. She stayed in position on all fours, ready for whatever her father could give her.

Dan thought she might object to this, being a step too far for her, but he should have had higher expectations. She was a true blue born and bred slut. He should have known a little slut like her would be game for this. He should have known by this point how trashy and nasty Gwen truly was.

"I just hope you can handle it..." Gwen added, glancing back at him with a raised eyebrow. "All the guys that have tried said it's, like, the greatest hole ever. It squeezes the living hell out of their cocks, and they cum, like, instantly! Hopefully, a real man like you can give me what I need. I swear, if you can get that whole fucking thing inside me, I'll cum like crazy, and I'll be your fucking whore forever!"

Dan looked down. His cock was at full strength again, the fat head lodged between her ass-cheeks, pressed against her tight asshole. Within minutes of having the biggest orgasm of his life, he was back at full mast again, thanks to Gwen and that cock-hardening body of hers. That, combined with her filthy words, made him want to do nothing more than to fuck this little slut up the ass as hard as he could. He needed to take her up the ass. He needed to take pleasure in her ass. He needed to make Gwen scream again. He couldn't get enough.

Any hope that the animal inside Dan would be gone after one fierce fuck, that it would retreat into silence once the cum had left his balls, was truly gone. The animal was back in control, never fully letting go of the wheel, ready to fuck his 18-year-old daughter up the ass.

But in truth, the animal had always been there, and it took Gwen filling out and becoming a gorgeous, sexy, 18-year-old minx to really make it rise. When Gwen shook her ass as she walked, or wore slimmer, tighter pants and shorts, or wore those amazing, mouth-watering stretchy shorts when she ran track... the animal would stir. He kept it so buried that he wouldn't let it grab hold. But thanks to Gwen making her move, thanks to her very deliberately awakening said animal from its slumber, these deep desires were now at the forefront.

He loved Gwen's ass. He thought it was perfect. He wanted to see it bare. He wanted to have sex with it. He wanted bury his thick, manly member up his daughter's perfect, mouth-watering ass and make her scream in pleasure. He wanted to conquer her divine, perfectly formed ass and take out all the tension she'd caused from her teasing and tormenting of him.

And he was about to.

Resting one hand on her hip, using the other to grip his rock hard shaft, he began to push, the head of his battering ram pushing against her tight, unyielding asshole. She squirmed against this intruder, but he held her in place, still pushing against her. He wasn't gonna stop. He wasn't gonna show mercy.

Not until every fucking inch of his big dick was buried inside her.

***************

If you were to look across the expanse of Deerberg, it would look a lot like the winter wonderland and Christmas capital it advertised itself as.

Snow falling, the flakes filling the sky, the winds blowing it around. It was falling onto the ground, hanging on tree limbs, landing on houses and other buildings. Deadening the noise of the outside world, making things feel more quiet and intimate on such a busy day. Cars were driving on the snow, making it crunch as they passed by.

There were Christmas decorations all over. Wreaths and bows and lights, lit up even in the morning. You could see Christmas trees shining out from inside homes and large decorative ones outside businesses. Near the churches, you could see mangers and other more religious iconography. But it was all centered on Christmas.

People were outside, despite the weather, enjoying the wintry landscape. Kids playing in the snow. Or sledding down hills. Families having snowball fights. People all bundled up, with rosy cheeks and bright warm smiles, happy for it to be such a wonderful day.

In town, you had people at the church, enjoying morning services or Christmas morning events. You could see people in groups out in the cold, singing carols. Downtown, you had people working at soup kitchens, helping feed the homeless. It seemed like everyone was putting their best foot forward, in honor of Christmas.

It was idyllic.

On a day like this, it would seem like Deerberg had earned its role as a Christmas haven.

But you would be wrong. If you looked deeper, if you looked beyond its outer trappings, you would see the rotten, blackened heart of what this city and this holiday had become.

Take Fourth Street for instance. On the outside, Fourth Street looked good as well. Those same decorations. Those same figures out in the snow. In the front yard of the Carrolls, you had Tim and Viv and their niece building a big snow man, having a great time. But if you looked a little deeper, if you looked beyond the façade, you would see what Fourth Street was now. If you looked past the decorations and the traditional trappings of Christmas, you could see what the holiday was really about now. Looking at the Carrolls again as an example... on the outside, you had a whole group of them at the church, helping out. Outside their house, you had two loving people enjoying the snow with their little niece. But if you looked at the house, through a small little window high up off the ground, near the apex of the roof, you could see the truth. You could see Christmas at its most raw and exposed.

You would see a father roughly fucking his slutty, 18-year-old daughter up the ass.

Hard.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Gwen squealed in delight as Dan drove his full, impressive, lengthy cock up her tighter than tight ass.

"Ugh! Fuck! Fuck!" Dan groaned in unison, his hips a blur as he drove his dick inside of her.

The sight of it was incredible. His thick, swollen, massive dong sliding into her small, clenched, taut asshole. In and out, over and over, disappearing inside of her. That was no exaggeration. Dan was now able to drive every single fucking inch of his thick, mature 9-inch cock. From the head to the base, he was able to smoothly slide his huge cock into her waiting, eager ass.

And her ass was even more incredible than she had boasted about. This hole was quite simply the tightest, hottest hole he'd ever fucked. It was squeezing the living hell out of his massive dick, gripping it like a vise as he drove himself into her. If he hadn't had such a massive orgasm not long prior, he would have blown his top fast, that's how God damn amazing her asshole was. He couldn't get enough, driving into her harder and harder.

At first, it was tough going, her tight ass getting used to his intense size and he slowly slid it deeper and deeper inside her, taking his time. He had to hold her in place in moments as she squirmed and spasmed as she adjusted. Her body was fighting against the massive intruder, but her mouth was urging him onward, begging him to fuck her tight ass more. But once he reached a certain depth inside her tight hole, it stopped resisting and began accepting its fate, welcoming his thick, meaty cock like a new friend, letting him in deeper and deeper. And as it did, it squeezed the life out of his swollen cock, gripping its entire girth like a tightened fist as it slid inside of her. Soon, he was able to slide his entire length in and out of her smoothly, her ass now an eager, horny sex-hole.

Seeing how quickly her ass took to his cock, he slowly began fucking her faster and faster, driving into her hard. Her firm, round ass jiggled as his front slammed into her. And he couldn't resist palming those firm cheeks, squeezing them, groping them, eventually spanking them, making her squeal in delight.

Once things really got going, Gwen was going completely insane. Her body was on fucking fire at this point, completely engulfed in fiery pleasure. She clearly had pleasure centers deep in her ass, and her father's thick, lengthy, throbbing cock was hitting every one of them. As he began really driving his cock into her ass hard, her entire body shuddering on all fours as she withstood the merciless ass-fucking, she slowly became a cursing, moaning, lust-ridden mess.

While Dan pumped his cock into her ass furiously, like a piston in a car engine, she was beyond coherent thought. It eventually reached the point where it seemed like every few seconds, her ass would spasm and clench around him as a rough, anal orgasm coursed through her, making her entire body shudder. And as he kept going, and kept hitting all the right spots inside her, her cunt would react too, squirting out hot jets of girl-cum onto her father's thighs and the bed, over and over again.

She was in heaven.

And the funny thing was, Dan actually thought he was in charge here. Sure, he was in the power position, but it was all in order to give Gwen what she wanted. She was in the one in the state of pure, unending bliss and living out her greatest fantasy, and he was the man giving her what she desired. Being the one driving might help him cling to a sense that he was still parental and in charge, but he wasn't in control. He wasn't truly running the show. Gwen was. And every time he fucked into her and gave her exactly the pleasure she needed, every time he did something he vowed he'd never do, he put himself even further under her spell.

Dan had never dreamed of doing something like this before, but now, it felt like second nature. It felt like something he was meant to do, and he was enjoying it immensely. Her tight, squeezing asshole was amazing, driving him near berserk with lust. The longer this went on, and the more turned on he got, the rougher the treatment he gave Gwen was. It started with his hands on her hips, fucking into her ass doggy style. But eventually, he had her hair twisted around his hand as he yanked her back hard. Her swinging, swaying melons became too amazing of a sight to ignore while fucking her from behind, so he yanked her up by her hair to allow his other hand free reign on her amazing jugs, groping them roughly as he drilled her. This put her their faces next to each other, his head over her shoulder as they went at it.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Dan groaned, pumping into her hard.

"Yes! Yes!" She moaned, kneeling on the bed. With her dad's hand yanking her hair, and his other arm around her chest, groping her big boobs, he was fully supporting her in this position, preventing her from collapsing forward. This freed up her other hand to rub her gushing pussy vigorously, teasing her clit with her cunt-juice coated fingers. Her ass flexed around his driving pole as another small orgasm ran through her. "Jesus! Yes! Ahhh!" she groaned as pleasure coursed through her. "So deep! You're so fucking deep!" she cried, feeling his huge cock digging deep into her ass. She didn't know how many times she had cum from this brutal ass-fucking. She'd lost count.

"Fuck! Holy god!" Dan groaned, her tight, clutching ass combined with the feeling of her huge, fleshy boobs in his hand were driving him insane. It was amazing he had lasted this long, but he wasn't gonna last much longer. Her ass was too tight. Too hot.

"Ugh! Fuck..." Gwen sighed, turning and speaking into her dad's ear. "Dad! This is amazing! Uhh... Dad? Dad... I want you to cum! Daddy... you need to cum! I can tell!" She was right, his cock was as hard as steel, and his balls were churning. He was gonna cum soon, a fact that her tight asshole could apparently feel. "But Dad... fuck... fuck... I don't want you to cum in my ass! Not this time! Dad... I want you to pull out and cum on my big tits!"

"Oh!" Dan groaned, those words making his balls swell up.

"Uhhh! Yes! Dad! I know you want to do it so bad!" Gwen moaned, reaching up with one arm to grab her dad's scalp, holding him close to her. At the same moment, he kept driving into her ass as he kept palming her big titties. "Whenever I caught you looking at my boobs, I just knew you were dreaming about cumming all over them! Yes! Now I want you to fucking do it! UGH! Mom has no fucking boobs... fuck... no one would ever want to cum on her chest! Yuck! But all men want to cum on my tits, you especially! Yes! All men deserve to cum on a set of big tits at least once in their lives. And I want it to be my tits for you! Do you want to cum on my big boobs, Dad!? Do you want to fire off a giant wad of jizz on my huge fucking tits!"

"Oh my God! Yes! YES!" Dan groaned, his body shuddering. His balls boiled as he fell over the edge. It was happening. "Fuck! Here it comes!" he groaned.

Untangling from each other, he slid his cock out from deep in his daughter's asshole, the tight hole closing up immediately afterwards. As soon as they were separated, Gwen assumed the position, sliding off the bed onto the floor and getting on her knees. Dan followed her, standing on the hardwood floor right in front of her, his rock hard cock swaying as he moved before it settled, pointed right at her, a cannon ready to blow. She reached up and curled her fingers around the swollen cock and began vigorously jacking him off. He had already turned the corner and was well on his way to cumming again, but this was to ensure that he came as hard as possible all over her.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Dan groaned as he felt the cum about to fire off from deep inside him. Gwen kept jacking him off furiously, her fingers stroking the entirety of his swollen, rock hard pole. "Fuck! FUCK! AHHHHHH!" he groaned as his nuts flexed and a huge, thick band of cum traversed along his length. As soon as she felt this, she put her arm under tits to give him an even bigger target as she pointed his cannon right at them. And it was just in time as the first boiling band of jizz exploded out of him and landed on her juicy tits.

"Ahhhhh! Fuck!" Dan groaned as more cum fired out of him. The hot cum flew through the heated air between them and landed on her massive, ripe melons, the thick band of semen splattering across her tits in an almost artful manner.

"More... More!" Gwen urged him, jacking the cum out with her talented hand.

Dan fired off again and again and again. One rocket of cum across both of his daughter's giant breasts. Another shot hitting bullseye between her boobs, practically disappearing between them. One shot hitting her left breast dead on. The next hitting her right breast. This was followed by a jet of thick semen hitting her upper chest and neck. Another splattering across the fronts of both, hitting both nipples in one shot.
"Jesus!" he groaned as he kept firing off. As he came over and over again, he admired the canvas he was painting on. Firing across both tits, again and again and again, thick bands of hot white cum, each shot clinging to the smooth, round, luscious skin of her big boobs. The thick streams he would fire off that ended up near her cleavage would slowly travel along the smooth flesh inward, gobbled up by her cum-hungry cleavage.

"Oh God. I want more! MORE!" she begged, on her knees, desperate.

"Ahh! Fuck!" Dan groaned, his nuts twisting, squeezing out more and more semen out of him. Gwen's coaxing hand and huge tits kept the flow of sperm going. He was amazed by his own performance here, cumming hard and cumming impressively, splattering against the expansive flesh of his daughter's massive boobs.

But all good things must end, and the power behind his rocketing cum began to finally burn out. The streams firing out of him lessened, going from reaching her upper chest, to the front of her breasts, to the lower parts of her tits, and finally to her belly, a few stray shots landing there. A few final drops of cum leaked out of him, landing on the floor. And finally, it was over. Dan's nuts were completely drained.

Gwen released her hold on her father's dick and he stumbled back. The first fuck had taken a lot of him, but this one almost more so, his legs shaky as he fell back and leaned against the dresser.

"Holy shit!" Dan groaned, panting, covered in sweat, his cock finally calming down and softening, the animal inside him satisfied at last.

"Jesus, Dad..." Gwen sighed, looking down at herself. Dan looked up and glanced at her. Holy shit... she was covered! Splattered in crisscrossing bands of thick, creamy cum, her round, bulbous orbs were coated with jizz. The fronts of her boobs... the outer sides, her cleavage, it was all splattered with thick jets of cum. It looked like the work of ten men, but it was just one. One backed-up, undersexed, desperate father who was dying for release.

"Fuck..." Dan sighed. Cum was all over her boobs. There was even cum hanging off of her nipples, dangling there precariously. Gwen fell back from on her knees to on her butt, looking down at her own chest.

As Dan came down from his high, he expected Gwen was doing the same. And in the moment, Dan was worried that maybe the full weight of what she had done would finally hit. He was afraid that getting her tits covered in her own father's cum might sober her up to the weight of what she'd just taken part in. He thought that maybe he might be riddled with guilt and regret, and maybe...

"Holy shit, Dad!" Gwen said, smiling, looking up at her Dad with a huge grin on her face. "That was amazing!" She looked down at her boobs again, admiring all the cum decorating them. "That is the most cum I've seen in my life!" She then reached up and ran her fingers across her copious breast flesh, gathering a couple of big wads of jizz onto her fingers and bringing them to her mouth, wiping the cum onto her tongue, gulping it down eagerly.

"Yeah..." Dan grunted, the sight of his daughter licking up the cum off her tits an image he would never forget. "Amazing."

Gwen smiled and looked around, looking almost slightly dazed and drunk.

"I can't believe we haven't been caught..." Gwen said, rubbing her dad's cum into her tits.

"Yeah... we're probably pushing our luck," Dan said. "We should, uh... we should probably stop..."

"Yeah," Gwen agreed, nodding, still seated on the wood floor. Feeling a bit of post-sex awkwardness, Dan found his clothes and pulled them on, far more tired than he initially thought. Gwen took a minute to recover, and it was as he got fully dressed again that she got to her feet, her legs shaky. Finally, Dan stepped towards the door and rested his hand on the knob.

"Hey Dad..." Gwen called out to him. Pausing and looking back, Dan looked at her still naked daughter, now standing in front of him, still sweaty, her boobs still splattered with cum.

"Yeah?" he replied.

"Thanks for the thong!" she said, grinning, the tiny garment hanging from her fingers. He still didn't know where it came from, but its presence had led to the best sex of his life, so he wasn't about to object to it.

"You're welcome, Gwen," he said, taking full credit for it now.

"Hope you got your money's worth! Haha!" she giggled. At this, Dan smiled.

"Yeah. Like I said, that's why I got it," he said, smiling. As he pulled open the door, he paused and looked back at Gwen again.

"Merry Christmas Gwen," he told her, truly meaning it. Gwen grinned warmly at her father, cum dripping off her tits.

"Merry Christmas Dad."

*******************

Dan was able to slip down to the second floor, grab some clothes and slip into the bathroom without detection, taking a shower and cleaning up the evidence of his misbehavior. The cooling water cleaned away a lot of the lustful haze still clinging to him, and he began feeling more like normal.

Once he stepped out and dried off, he grabbed the shirt he had picked out from his room. Connie was the type who liked to see her husband and kids wearing some of the new clothes they got for Christmas. Before she left for the Church, Connie had grabbed all the clothes he'd been gifted and took them up to his room, putting it on top of his luggage, encouraging him to wear them. He'd only received one regular, comfortable t-shirt, so he grabbed it from the top of the pile. He didn't remember who gave it to him, but it was a nice shirt. A plain, dark grey shirt with a modern looking Christmas tree logo on the front. Not one he'd wear often, but it seemed fitting for Christmas. Unfolding it and pulling it open, he noticed a small card fall out of it. Bending over to grab it, he read what was written on it.

'Hope you got to enjoy the gift 'you' gave Gwen! Hopefully, we make a believer out of you again...

Merry Christmas!

Sincerely,

Mrs. Claus'

Dan looked around, confused. No... it... it couldn't be. This had to be some kind of joke right? This couldn't actually be from, like... Santa, could it? No. Yet, what the hell had happened here? Who gave Gwen the thong? Who gave him this shirt and note? Could this really be true...

Dan got cleaned up and dressed and made his way downstairs. In the time he'd been in shower, Tim, Viv and Christiana had come back inside. If they sensed something was off, like say, Dan had spent the last hour or two fucking his 18-year-old daughter, they didn't give any sign of it. Relieved, Dan grabbed a handful of cookies and sat back down on the couch.

He thought that once he got out of Gwen's presence, once he cooled off and the sperm left his balls, he'd return to normal, and the full weight of what he'd done would hit him. Yet... he felt... fine. He felt good. Instead of being filled with shame and regret, he felt... satisfied. Complete. He'd experienced something that was nearly unexplainably pleasurable. In a life of black and white, he'd seen color. Sure, the way to do that was wrong, but... weirdly, he didn't regret it. The side of him that had been awakened by Gwen wasn't just gonna disappear into nothingness. It was gonna be there, in the back of his mind, permanently. There was no undoing this, and part of him wondered if he even would if he could.

The presence of the animal inside him made itself known when Gwen emerged from upstairs. She'd cleaned up as well, changing into some relaxed and comfy clothes, a t-shirt and some fashionable loose sweats. She said high to Viv and Tim and greeted Christiana warmly, only giving a small glance at Dan before entering the kitchen. She emerged minutes later with a turkey sandwich made out of leftovers from the night before on a small paper plate. She padded over and sat next to Dan on the couch. They shared a knowing grin before she took a bite.

Tim and Viv were chasing Christiana around a bit, so it took a few moments for Dan and Gwen to talk about what they both wanted to talk about. When they ran out of the room, Gwen spoke up.

"Dad... that was amazing!" she said with a laugh. Dan was relieved that she wasn't feeling any regrets either.

"Yeah!" Dan said in agreement, nodding.

"Seriously, that was like, the best... ever!" she said, complimenting him. "With an appetite like that, I can't believe you're not cheating around on Mom." Dan smiled sadly at this, realizing all that he'd been missing out on. "And oh... I mean it. That thong is like the best gift I've ever gotten!"

"Well, you're welcome," Dan said, smiling, looking away. Gwen leaned towards Dan and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He glanced at her as she grinned wickedly.

"And seriously, I can't believe how much cum you shot all over me. I swear I'll be finding cum in my cleavage for weeks!" she effused, grinning. "And I can still feel all the cum you fired off inside me. Jesus, it was so much..." she said, gazing off wistfully before looking back at him. "Dad you're the best!" she said, grinning.

Dan nodded and smiled at his daughter.

"Oh, and uh..." she began, speaking quietly. "If you, like... want to get me more super slutty underwear and slip them to me without Mom knowing, I'll... I'll give you a little fashion show, and uh... more." She said firmly, her intentions clear. She pulled back from him as Viv emerged into the room. She smiled at Gwen.

"You have a good Christmas, Gwen?" her aunt asked.

"Actually, yeah," she said, smiling. "This might have been, like, the best Christmas I've ever had."

"Wow," Viv replied, surprised by that.

But Dan wasn't. And honestly, as a man who stopped enjoying Christmas long ago, for the first time in years, he felt alive. He felt like he was living and experiencing life as it was meant to. He was excited. He was keyed up. He was happy. And it was all because of Christmas. For the first time in years, Dan felt like a believer again.

So, yeah, best Christmas ever!

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