I watched as my daughter took my father's cock into her mouth. She was enjoying herself so much that the entire time she spent getting it down her throat she smiled. My father looked at me as Charlotte took him, he too had a smile on his face. His hand had gone down into her hair, and he gently helped her get his cock down her throat.
I sat back and watched, this was the first time Daddy had done anything to Charlotte, though, he had spoken many times about taking her. He talked about waiting for the right time. He wanted to wait until after she knew the whole story.
At first she'd gone a little crazy. After I had sat down with her and told her the truth, but now she excepted it and she excepted the way things were.
It all started eighteen years ago. Momma had died and left Daddy and I alone. At first, Daddy wanted nothing to do with me. He said I reminded him too much of Momma, he couldn't even stand looking at me. This hurt so bad, but I understood and tried to stay away but couldn't. He was in such a state of depression that I thought he'd do something drastic. I cared for him, foregoing the plans I had for myself to stay with Daddy and take care him.
After a while he excepted the way things were. He let me care for him the best I could. Our relationship flourished, and soon it was as though we were a married couple without the sex., but that too would change.
I found myself beginning to fantasize about Daddy in ways a daughter shouldn't, and I noticed Daddy also looking at me longer, and with a desire in his eyes that he couldn't hide. We tried for a long time to ignore it, but as we spent more time together the desire in both of us grew.
One night as I was bathing, and Daddy walked into the bathroom. He blushed and tried to leave quickly, but as his eyes fell upon my naked body he didn't move. He stared at my breasts, and I watched as his eyes went down, and landed on my mound. He shut the bathroom door, and walked to the side of the tub.