1. The Fishing Trip


    Date: 9/1/2015, Categories: Fetish, Hardcore, Interracial Sex, Author: qudduse, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    the hesitation when he answered my question 'How long do we have to wait?' With a woman's intuition for such things, knew my father was reacting to me as a male to a female, not a dad and daughter. My heart started thumping with dread, my mind quailed with revulsion when I thought of the possibilities. I wasn't virgin but the idea that my father might want to fuck me put me on an edge of nervousness I’d never experienced before. God, how gross could that be, just the idea was revolting. I slept very little that night, lying in the dark, afraid of my own thoughts, watching my father sl**p on the little bed next to me. The sun burned away my nighttime fears and I saw my dad again as my father, not a predator. We rowed the boat to a spot on the lake near our cabin that looked intriguing as a place to catch a lunker. Dad and I fished for several hours, catching and releasing several nice sized fish but the big ones weren’t taking the bait. It was another hot day and since our supply of ice had long ago melted we had only tepid bottles of water to cool us. The longer I sat in the boat with my parent the more ridiculous my nighttime thoughts became. Around noon I decided that it was all my own imagination, my dad didn't want me that way. Not only did I convince myself of his pure thoughts, I started to experience small nagging doubts. Why didn’t' he want me that way? I was nineteen, a full grow woman, he was a healthy, and (I had to secretly admit) an appealing, handsome man. We ...
    were so alone we could have been the last two people left on earth; why didn't he want the warm companionship of willing young woman? Willing Young Woman!? Did I actually think that? I had to break the train of thought! “Hey, the fish are too lazy to fight, I'm hot, I'm going swimming again.” I stood in the back of the boat and shucked my shoes, socks, pants and shirt. In moments I was poised on the side of the boat, I turned to dad, bade him good bye then dove into the clear cool water, with nothing between me and the water except thin cotton lingerie'. My father laughed at my antics then asked “can I join you?” In moments he was undressed to dark blue briefs then dove cleanly into the lake. He surfaced several yards away then began to stroke strongly away from me. I kicked into motion and swam after him, trying to reach him in an unspoken race. I caught him by the shoulders then wrapped my arms around his neck, clinging to his back. Dad floundered briefly then rolled to his back. My grip was loose so I stayed in place and in seconds we were face to face, stomach to stomach, legs rubbing together as we tread water. I looked into his bright happy eyes and felt a small flame ignite between my legs. I saw a flash of something primal in those eyes then he pushed away toward the boat. Dad and I splashed and gamboled for fifteen minutes, clutching, holding and chafing often. Finally he'd had enough and pulled himself free of the water. As I watched his back, ass and legs rise from ...
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