Incest/Taboo Milk and Cookies for Santa

Daddy's hands tore apart the filmy fabric of my negligee until his hands were cupping my breasts, fingers finding and teasing my hard, erect nipples, pinching them viciously until I groaned with pain and pleasure into his mouth. He broke the kiss and pushed me up, shifting our center of gravity more towards our joined loins, forcing his cock even deeper into my pulsating pussy. I whimpered with pleasure as Daddy's lips closed around my swollen right nipple and began to suck and nip on the turgid, blood engorged flesh. I instinctively began to work myself up and down on Daddy's cock, nearly swooning as fresh flowerings of carnal pleasure blossomed all over my body.

Maybe I've had bigger or longer cocks, but no man's penis ever made me feel the way I did at that moment. Daddy seemed perfect inside me – every bit of his shaft and swollen cock head touching me, caressing my slick inner flesh in a way that seemed loving and sinful at the same time, taking me to heights of pleasure I never knew existed. Maybe it was so sweet because it was incest – I don't have a fucking clue, all I knew then and know now was Daddy's cock was the finest thing that ever happened to me.

My orgasm...THE ORGASM I had been longing for all night long began to erupt within me and the world became a blur of swollen cock wormed inside me, my cunt flesh aflame, awash with lust, tongues entangled, breasts squeezed, licked and sucked, flesh, sweaty and slick, salty when licked or kissed. I was on fire, burning – impaled on a fiery pyre that was my father's wonderful cock. I screamed my pleasure into Daddy's open mouth as my world grew incandescent with orgasmic pleasure.

I seemed to lose my balance – falling through an ocean of ecstasy, not realizing for long minutes that as I bounced and flailed in climax that I had literally toppled us out of the chair as we tilted backwards until the chair tipped over onto its back and tumbled us out. I came out of my orgasmic frenzy to find myself straddling daddy, both of us now prone on the lounger's back - the small table next to us toppled with cookies and milk everywhere. It seemed odd, but I didn't really care – as my long sought orgasm faded, I knew I needed more and I resumed riding my father, planting my legs into a squat so I could piston up and down on his long and big shaft!

Daddy lay there, an odd grin on his face as his hands reached up to cup my bouncing breasts, twiddling my nipples with his thumb as I gazed lovingly down at him as his cock filled my sopping wet, quivering pussy again and again. I moved up and down, fast – slow – then fast again, my leg muscles bulging with strain as I again approached orgasm.

As I felt fantastic pleasure sweep me away, Daddy seized hold of me and with his stiff meat buried in my cunt to the root, he rolled me over – the violence of the movement strengthening my orgasm and then taking me to unsuspected heights of carnal joy as he began fucking me with hard, brutal strokes – taking possession of me, making me his with his throbbing cock! Anticipating my cries, Daddy smothered my wails of pleasure with his mouth, again kissing me – our tongues a frenzy of co-joined ecstatic activity. Somehow we seemed to be under the Christmas tree, Daddy shoving into my pussy, the most wonderful present I had ever known.

As the world around me disappeared in a fog of ecstasy, I could only comprehend that it was my father that was giving me such pleasure – that somehow I had made this happen and I never wanted to ever give up this incestuous joy. As I reached the pinnacle of my climax, Daddy showed me my ignorance of pleasure by thrusting hard and deep into my young womb and cumming – flooding my pussy with his hot, sweet seed. As the heat of his semen soaked into my cunt, I finally understood what an orgasm truly was – my body swollen and exploding in indescribable pleasure until the world simply disintegrated, leaving only incestuous bliss and joy beyond measure.

The rest of that blessed early Christmas morning was a series of fractured, but wonderful images – my memories distorted maybe by the drugs or perhaps by the greatest orgasm of my young life. Still, till the day I die, I will treasure those images – finding myself in Daddy's arms, kissing passionately and tenderly, both vowing that this was only the beginning – down on my hands and knees, helping Daddy clean up the spilled milk and cookies, him standing beside me, lifting the lounger upright and his cock, still semi-hard and inches from my face and me impulsively taking him back in my mouth, cleaning his cock of semen and pussy juice – kissing and caressing on the stairs, both of us now naked, my body trembling as his fingers explored and stroked my body – Daddy tucking me into my bed, kissing my mouth, my breasts, my stomach and my still quivering pussy before pulling the covers over me, his last words to me, "Merry Christmas, Erica – Daddy loves you, baby girl," before I faded into the most contented sleep I had ever known.

Christmas morning was always the time for opening presents, but it was almost Christmas noon before either Daddy or I crawled out of our prospective beds – Mom saying nothing, but looking at us with amused expressions. I awoke first and had a cup of coffee with Mom as we waited for Daddy to stir. I had no hangover and shivered with delight with every memory of Daddy and me fucking the night before. I felt all sorts of guilt, certain it was all but stamped on my forehead, but Mom seemed not to notice, talking about Christmas dinner plans and my next semester in school.

When Daddy came in, my heart raced at the sight of him, hair bed-tousled and yawning. Part of me feared that overnight, he would have a change of heart, but he smiled at me in such a way that told me that he still felt the same way about me. We opened presents – nobody getting anything out of the ordinary – Mom and Daddy giving me clothes, CDs, a couple of gift cards and since Mom loved her little jokes, yet another coupon for getting bikini waxes at a local salon. I blushed and then shrugged my shoulders, laughing along with Mom and Daddy and then almost creaming my panties when Daddy, after checking to see Mom's attention was on opening a present, licked his lips lasciviously, letting me know how much he looked forward to eating his daughter's hairless pussy.

When all the presents were opened and the wrapping papers collected, Mom ordered us to get upstairs and cleaned up, telling me to report to her in thirty minutes for kitchen duty and for Daddy to be careful when he drove down to the local convenience store to pick up the eggs she'd forgotten. She got up, looked at us both with both love and amusement in her eyes and said, "I'll be in the kitchen if anybody needs anything."

Daddy and I watched her go and then hurried upstairs, both of us pausing at the door to my bedroom – for a moment standing awkwardly like two teenagers at the end of their first date. Then Daddy took me in his arms and kissed me, backing me up against the closed door, his tongue searching out mine. A fire that had been simmering between my legs since I'd woken up flared anew. I hunched against him, feeling his cock already erect pressing back against my stomach.

"Oh Daddy, I want you so much," I gasped as our kiss ended.

"Me too, Erica," Daddy replied, "Soon baby, but..." he paused as we heard pots being rattled downstairs, "We have our marching orders!" Daddy kissed me again and then turned me towards the bathroom door and gave me a firm, but playful slap on the ass.

I grinned at him as he watched me walk away and for fun, I shed the gown I'd put on after waking up and walked naked to the bathroom, not bothering to close the door. Daddy watched me until I climbed into the shower before retreating back to his and Mom's bedroom and their private bathroom beyond. I took a quick shower, pausing only to rub my soap slick pussy for a few minutes. Afterwards, I dried off, combed the tangles out of my long, black hair and then marched out of the bathroom stark naked into my parents' bedroom. Daddy was in their bathroom, drying himself off, turning at the sound of my entrance.

As I reached the bathroom, I fell to my knees, ignoring the uncomfortable tile floor and took Daddy into my mouth, relishing the feeling of his cock hardening quickly around my lips and tongue. My eyes conveyed to him how much I loved him as much as my mouth moving on his cock did.

"Ohhhhh, my little girl," Daddy sighed as I bobbed my head back and forth, tongue slithering this way and that around his shaft and crown. I kept my eyes locked on Daddy as I sucked him off, but even so, quickly my peripheral vision picked up the naughty and erotic images of me sucking my father's cock in Mom's three part mirror. A thrill ran through me as I realized, Daddy and I looked good like this – that we looked like we were meant to be together sexually.

Daddy was long in cumming, despite my best efforts, our activities from earlier in the morning still tempering his need to cum quickly. After several minutes of lovingly sucking Daddy's penis, Mom hollered up from downstairs, "Hey! Are you guys coming or not?"

Trying not to laugh as I let Daddy's cock slip from my lips, I said in a voice that sounded a bit strange, "Just a couple of more minutes, Mom!" I giggled up at Daddy and then resumed sucking him, being loud, wet noises as I did. Daddy's cock throbbed and pulsed angrily and I knew he was close so I resorted to the one thing I knew men and boys loved more than just about anything. I let Daddy go once more, reaching up to stroke his shaft, slick with my saliva and looked up at him with an expression of eager need on my face and said, "Daddy, please cum on my face!"

Daddy's expression of pure bliss evolved into something more carnal and I knew my words were magic. ""Sweet daughter of mine," Daddy moaned and I could feel the sperm racing up his shaft and then spraying all over my face – jet after jet of hot, creamy semen splattering on my lips, nose, chin and cheeks. Along with my father's groans of pleasure came murmurs of appreciation for my sluttish actions as I stuck my tongue out to catch the last few spurts of his creamy spunk, followed by lip-smacking sounds of satisfaction as I used my fingers to scoop blobs of semen up and eat them off my fingers.

Finally, Daddy hauled me to my feet and kissed me, not caring if I shared my taste and his seed with him as our tongues danced for one last long minute. He turned me around and said, "Thank you, Erica...wow!" He gave me a slap on the ass and added, "Go get dressed – Mom's expecting you."

I did as he said, giving him a nice view of my swaying ass as I headed out. I stopped short when he called to me, adding another command. "No panties, Erica. Daddy has plans for his little girl later on."

He grinned at me in such a way that my knees went weak and I could only nod and reply, "I love you, Daddy!"

I finished cleaning up and then quickly dressed and got downstairs. As I entered the kitchen, Mom, fussing over a half roasted turkey, glanced over at me, nodding approvingly at my red and green sweater dress which molded itself nicely to me, but with a more modest than usual neckline and a hemline that ended only a few inches above my knees. "I was about to give up on you, Erica. How about tackling those potatoes."

I nodded, face slightly blushing as I wondered what she would think if she knew Dad and I had followed up on her joking remarks from last night. I peeled potatoes and set them boiling in preparation to be mashed and then followed Mom's directions as we fixed other parts of our impending Christmas dinner.

Mom and I chatted a bit about presents as we worked and I tried to not show any reaction when Daddy walked in, now dressed and looking more handsome than ever. I was on the far side of the breakfast nook, adding some ingredients to a sweet potato casserole. Daddy gave Mom a kiss on the cheek and then came around the nook and gave me a fatherly hug as he said, "Okay, you need eggs, Evvie, anything else?"

Mom paused in her work to consider the question and while he waited for the answer, Daddy dropped his hand down along my ass and then up and under my dress. As Mom said, "I don't think so, honey – get a gallon of Milk if you can – a half gallon or a quart if that's all they have," Daddy slipped two fingers between my thighs and pressed between my still slick labia, slowly stirring those fingers around in my wet cunt. I bit my lip, trying not to react to the naughty sensations sending thrills through my body.

Daddy said, "Good enough, be back in a bit," as he pulled his fingers free from my clasping flesh and turned and headed out the front door. I glanced down the hallway where my father now out of line of sight of Mom, turned and grinned at me before putting his fingers in his mouth and sucking them clean of my juices.

I had to struggle for the next few minutes not to shiver or shake in the throes of my sexual desire. My heart was racing and my skin felt flushed and hot. My mind felt giddy as I tried somehow to rationalize my sudden overwhelming attraction to my father...and the sudden swell of emotions that I knew were part lust and part love, not the innocent love of a father and daughter, but the love one feels upon realizing they have found a soul-mate.

It felt as if Mom's eyes were constantly on me – that she was studying me even as we continued to chat about innocuous things. Part of me felt a wee bit of guilt. I had committed incest with my father. I had committed adultery with Mom's husband, yet those feelings were tiny compared to the sudden need and love I felt for Daddy. I already knew in my heart that if I had it to do over again, I would in an instant...and a lot sooner too!

Mom continued to scrutinize me as we reached a temporary stopping place in cooking and she joined me at the breakfast nook, bringing us both fresh cups of coffee. She finally said, "Your father is in much better spirits this morning. I take it you two have worked out your differences?"

I sipped at my coffee and nodded, softly replying, "I guess so, Mom."

Mom passed me over the sugar, knowing I like my coffee sweet. "I'm glad. You know your daddy loves you, Erica."

I smiled and said more confidently, "Absolutely, Mom."

"Good. You're your daddy's precious little girl and you mean more to him that just about anything...even me." Mom said the last words slowly, giving them a great deal of emphasis.

I felt my stomach roll over. I slowly set my coffee cup down, trying hard to not have an accident. "That's not true, Mom. Daddy loves you!"

Mom smiled back at me, reaching out to pat my hand. "I know he does, but I also know how important you are...how important you've become to him. He's a good man. He's worked hard to provide for us...a loving husband and father and it's not always been easy – the last few years especially."

Mom's hand squeezed mine. "Not losing his little girl means the world to him and it makes my heart sing to see him happy. It makes me even happier knowing that you and your father are close...hopefully closer than ever. I don't want to see John hurt." Mom's hand closed tighter around mine. "Daddy's little girl isn't going to hurt him again, is she?"

There was a long stretch of silence as Mom and I stared at each other. My mind was racing, trying to understand. Was she saying she knew what had happened? Was she saying that she approved? My mind stumbled over the conclusions I kept reaching. Unless I was totally clueless, Mom was telling me she was okay with me fucking Daddy!

I finally licked my lips, my throat feeling dry and said a bit hoarsely, "I understand, Mom. I...I love Daddy and I promise never to hurt him again."

Mom continued to study me for what seemed an hour before finally allowing a small smile on her face. "Good, Erica. I'm glad to hear it." Mom stood up and surveyed the kitchen. "I reckon those potatoes are ready to get mashed and afterwards, you can get some dinner rolls out of the freezer." She turned to resume her work, but spared me another brief glance, her expression one of satisfaction more than anything else.

I felt a trickle of pussy juice run down my inner thigh. I wasn't sure what had me more excited...the prospect of fucking Daddy again in the near future or that I thought me fucking Daddy had Mom's blessing.

Late afternoon found us all having a sumptuous Christmas dinner with turkey, mashed potatoes and enough food to feed a small army. We laughed and ate our way through it until we were all stuffed, just as we had every Christmas in memory. Once we were able to move again, Mom, as was tradition, handed off the clean-up to Daddy and me while she had a nice long nap in the living room.

Being alone with Daddy, even with Mom just a room or two away sent thrills through me as we collected up dirty dishes, covered up leftovers and moved everything from the dining room to the kitchen. We exchanged glances, smiles that were both loving and lusty. I loaded up the dishwasher and then set about washing other dirty dishes and pans in the sink while Daddy quickly began wrapping up leftovers and finding room for them in the refrigerator.

I felt Daddy come up from behind. His arms went around my waist and pulled me to him. I sighed as I felt his lips brush the nape of my neck while I felt the growing erection in his slacks. He hugged me tight while I slowly wiggled my ass against his legs. His lips nibbled on my neck and then my cheek as I eased my head back against his shoulder. Daddy's hands slid slowly up my sweater dress to cup my breasts, allowing him to discover that in addition to no panties, I'd foregone a bra as well.

Slowly Daddy turned me around so I could lean against the counter, soapy hands gripping the edge of the sink. My heart beat loudly as Daddy leaned in and kissed me, gently at first and then with more passion, my lips yielding to his insistent tongue until both his and mine were again curling around each other – allowing us to taste the other more deeply.

When Daddy, almost regretfully ended the kiss, he gingerly kneeled down in front of me, his hands slowly running down my body. "Erica, raise your dress up for Daddy," he said softly. Hands still wet and trembling, I did as my father told me too and pulled the clinging fabric up, loving the light that erupted in his eyes as I exposed my clean-shaven pussy to him. Daddy sighed, "So beautiful, baby," reaching out with one hand to caress my already blossomed labia, middle finger running the length of the wet, glistening flesh between my swollen lips.

Slowly Daddy pressed his middle finger inside me, taking his time and exploring with it, ending with his finger probing upwards inside my pussy, searching out that magical g-spot. I could barely stand, the pleasure of being fingered by my own father almost overwhelming me. As he added another finger into my molten twat, Daddy reached out with his other hand and spread the wrinkled, slick flesh above to expose my clit, already emerging from it's hood – nearly a half inch of aroused flesh. Like a butterfly's kiss, his thumb gently flicked over my clitoris, drawing a soulful moan from me. "Yesssss, Daddy!" I said in a hoarse whisper.

Daddy smiled up at me and then leaned in, his mouth on me – tongue brushing against my clitoris, a long, delicate lick before swirling around and down to join with his busy fingers. After minutes of teasing – licking and tugging at my labia, Daddy withdrew his fingers from my quivering cunt, licked them clean and then with another smile, pressed his face against my slick cunt and proceeded to show me what a fine eater of pussy my daddy was!

Minute after minute of exquisite pleasure followed as Daddy tongued and licked and teased my pussy. Making me whimper with talented sucking of my clit and making me shake all over as he seemed to simply know where his tongue would feel the best. I embraced the sweet orgasms that swept my body as Daddy ate my pussy, shaky knees and arms barely holding me up as Daddy speared my cunt with his tongue, following up with the most gentle kisses on my clit that I've ever experienced and lapping up the river of cunt cream flowing out of me. I managed not to scream out in pleasure, but I wasn't quite either – sighs and coos of pleasure constantly escaping my lips.

After my third or maybe fourth orgasm, Daddy quickly stood up, his pants falling to pool at his feet as he rose, his cock hard and proud, brushing against my leg as he moved. Daddy turned me around, one foot reaching out to catch and slide a small foot stool Mom used to reach things on the higher shelf. He guided me onto it, raising me up only a few inches, but making things just right as I discovered as he bent me forward slightly, stepped up and made me cry out loudly as he thrust into me from behind, his long, hard cock quickly burying itself in my sopping wet cunt.

I let out a long moan as I felt my cunt become stuffed with my father's erection, my fingernails scraping over the metal of the sink as I felt his cock-head spread apart my flesh and press into my cervix. "Fuck me, Daddy, please," I whimpered, pushing my ass back, wiggling fervently in an attempt to have more of my daddy inside me.

"Been saving this Christmas present all day," Daddy whispered into my ear, his lips nuzzling me while his hands slid up from my waist to cup my breasts, kneading them through the knitted material, teasing my erect nipples while he began to move in and out of my clasping pussy. Waves of pleasure swept over me as Daddy fucked me in the kitchen while Mom sat less than twenty feet away in another room. Although we were trying to be discreet, the truth is that we couldn't hold back the moans and cries of our lusty delight nor the unmistakable sounds of flesh slapping flesh as Daddy fucked me. Her words...Mom's veiled blessing just seemed to make the fact that Daddy and I were joined in incestuous bliss just hat much more exciting.

As Daddy's cock slipped back and forth – each movement sweeter than the one before, his lips were busy, kissing and nibbling my neck and then as I leaned my head back, pressing opened mouth against mine, his tongue slathering over mine. His strong fingers pinched and pulled my throbbing nipples, seeming to pinch hard each time he thrust deep inside me.

My body trembled with the effort of remaining upright – my legs felt like jelly and my arms were corded and quivering as I braced myself for Daddy's hard fucking. Thank goodness I was more or less impaled on Daddy's hard penis or I'm sure I would've been collapsed on the floor. My orgasm built deliciously slow but then erupted violently as I felt Daddy speed up his thrusts and I let out a loud cry only partly muffled by his lips as we kissed passionately and sloppily.

"OH YES, DADDY," escaped my lips in a loud sob as I felt him thrust deep one last time and then begin shooting semen into my welcoming womb. I began to sag, my legs useless, but Daddy somehow kept me upright with a firm grip on my tits and his cock thrust upwards into my cunt, Daddy standing on tip-toe in an attempt to get as much of himself inside me as he could. Bolts of carnal ecstasy tore through me again and again as I surrendered myself to my father heart and soul, my heart swelling to bursting with equal amounts of lust and love.

After an eternity of sweet pleasure, I felt Dad slip from me and as we both gasped for breath, I slowly sagged down to the floor to my knees, feeling dizzy and wonderful and then hungry for my Daddy as I came face to face with his slowly deflating cock. I felt a thrill as I sluttishly pressed my face against his cock and groin, smelling and tasting his spunk as well as my juices on his shaft and in his curly pubic hair. I took Daddy in my mouth and got a rather loud moan from him as well as I rolled my tongue over his very sensitive flesh.

Finally, with Daddy's cock licked clean, he pulled me to my feet and we kissed for several minutes, me shivering every time I felt a bit of his seed trickling down my thighs. I suddenly found myself blushing and barely able to meet his intense gaze. "Erica, thank you for this," Daddy said softly to me. "It's been...well, it's been a long time since I felt like this...like a man feels when he knows he's made his woman happy."

I felt myself tremble in my father's arms. "Am I your woman now, Daddy?" I replied in almost a whisper."

"Yes, baby girl. You're my woman," Dad said, his eyes looking suddenly wetter. "You're my woman for as long as you want."

"And Mom, what about her?"

Dad licked his lips and glanced off towards the living room. "I think she's okay with this, Erica. I think she's kind of been hoping this would happen and take the pressure off her. I still love her and she'll always be my wife, but you..." He looked at me hopefully. Part of me was relieved to know that he was reading Mom the same way I was. Part of me rejoiced with the thought that we likely had Mom's blessing.

I lifted my head and kissed him, slowly and lovingly, taking my time with my tongue to show him how I truly felt before I whispered, "I'm Daddy's little girl and I'm Daddy's lover."

We kissed a while longer and then finished up the dishes. After getting ourselves straightened up (mostly me combing my hair and giving Daddy a lurid peepshow of wiping up the cum dripping from my pussy and licking it from my fingers while grinning like the bird that ate the canary), we joined Mom in the living room, finding her dozing on the couch.

Mom stretched lazily and opening her eyes, smiled at us both. "Mmmmm, it was nice to relax. Maybe I'll let you two do the kitchen every night."

I felt both a grin and a blush break out on my face. After glancing at Daddy, I replied, "I'm fine with that, Mom. I really enjoy doing things with Daddy."

Mom's smile blossomed into a big grin and she said, "I bet you do!" while Daddy stood there and turned a bright red. After that, things calmed down – the double entendres faded and we watched a silly comedy DVD that Mom and Daddy got me for Christmas. After watching the news, Mom got up and announced she was heading to bed, kissed us both goodnight and went upstairs.

I doubt if she got the bedroom door closed before I was in Daddy's arms, kissing each other passionately as we nearly tore the clothes off each other. Daddy and I ended Christmas as we had begun it, losing ourselves in a bout of sweaty, intense incestuous sex – Daddy between my thighs, pounding his amazing cock into me with all his might.

And so went my Christmas break with Daddy and me fucking and sucking at every opportunity we had to be alone. I discovered early on that Daddy had some help from modern chemistry and if I ever meet the people that came up with those miraculous little pills, I'd fuck them in an instant. Besides the wonder drugs, I think Daddy had a lot of fucking and cumming to catch up on and I was determined to get every bit of his hot, delicious spunk.

Even as the dreaded day approached for me to take a bus back across the state, leaving Daddy and I apart for Lord knew how long, Mom stepped in and saved the day, coyly suggesting that Daddy take some of his built up leave time and drive me back. "Take a few days, John," Mom urged Daddy. "Spend some quality time with your daughter!"

Daddy looked thunderstruck at Mom's suggestion even as he nodded dumbly to it. As for me, Mom's only suggestive comment was when she hugged me goodbye at the car, whispering in my ear, "Enjoy, but don't kill your father!"

I could go on and on about the titanic amount of sex and lovemaking Daddy and I enjoyed over the course of the next six days – leaving fellow occupants at two different motels banging on the walls at all the noise we were making, going down on Daddy in the men's room at one of Columbus's finer restaurants, or him fucking me standing up against the inside door of my dorm room. It was a whirlwind of incestuous orgasms that left me bow-legged and Daddy so sore he could barely walk...memories that we will cherish for the rest of our lives.

But, those days were so much more. Between the bouts of lovemaking, we had a chance to talk and connect as only a father and daughter in love can do. We sat down ground-rules for our conduct around Mom – wanting and cherishing her blessing of our relationship and with each other. Daddy was very much concerned that I feel free to find a man my own age and that while Daddy intended to be faithful to me, I should feel free to find that special someone to spend the rest of my life with.

I told Daddy that I'd already found that man. The look of love on his face at that moment told me he wanted it to be true and that he hoped that it was. I'm finishing up my Spring semester now and when I return home again, I'll prove it to him. I'm one year shy of graduating, but I already have made the arrangements. I'm transferring to a school just twenty-five miles from home so I can commute. In a couple of weeks, I'll show my Daddy that milk and cookies isn't just a Christmas tradition, but that as far as my Daddy is concerned, milk and cookies and my pussy are a tradition he'll be enjoying every night!
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