Mother And I Tried To Talk Her English Literature Essay

The boyfriend had been to the house a few times and I knew he was trouble from the moment we first met. He was twenty-six to her eighteen and was, as we later learned, a small-time drug dealer. He had a flashy car, a handsome smile, and a bad-boy attitude that drew my daughter to him and made it easy for him to fill her head with tales of love and affection.

Looking back, my reaction to him may have helped push her further and further away from us. I married Crystal’s mother when she was ten and the girl had always lived seeing how far she could push me. I believe that their relationship started as a way for her to have some fun and try to get a reaction out of her father.

We tried our best to persuade her to stay but she refused. Her infatuation with her boyfriend made reasoning with her impossible. It felt like talking to a brick wall at times. Her mother and I tried to keep Crystal on track but none of our lessons seemed to sink in and just a few weeks after they first met our baby girl was gone.

“Hi daddy,” she said, unable to meet my eyes.

My mouth hung open as my mind raced, trying to find the right words. I didn’t know what to say to her. For over a year my wife and I had hoped that our daughter would come home to us and here she was, standing before me.

She slowly stepped towards me, reaching out to for a hug. I scooped her up in my arms, holding her small frame tight against my own. As we stood together in an embrace that seemed to go on forever there a small cry came from the base of the porch.

Crystal quickly pulled from our embrace and rushed to the steps, bending down to pick something up in her arms. As she turned towards me I could see she was holding a tiny baby tightly against her chest.

She smiled up at me and said, “Daddy, this is Oliver, your grandson.”

***

Later that day Crystal shared her story with her mother and me. Just a few months after she and her boyfriend ran away together, Crystal found herself pregnant with his child. She had been ecstatic. She still believed that the two of them could raise a family together and live the perfect life. She was wrong.

When she told him he absolutely freaked out on her, telling her that she needed to have an abortion, that their baby was a mistake and there was no way he could be a father. She told him that she could never have an abortion, begging him to change his mind. He left a few days later and had not been in contact with her since.

Crystal explained to us that she tried to make it on her own, working as a waitress during her pregnancy. However, once Oliver was born things became too much for her. She couldn’t keep her minimum wage job and afford to have someone watch her son. I thought that maybe those months on her own had helped her grow up and become responsible.

In some ways I was right, when it came to taking care of Oliver my daughter was completely changed. He was her entire world and she would do anything for him. Unfortunately, as she spent more time living under our roof, Crystal began to pick up many of her more childish habits.

***

Days passed and Crystal began to settle back in at home. She had decided to start breastfeeding little Oliver and I quickly noticed that she would wait until her mother was busy or not home before she would display her milk-swollen breasts.

Crystal was trying to get a reaction out of me; always waiting until I was alone she would make her way into the same room as me and begin to feed little Oliver. I tried my best to ignore her, to not give in to her games, but it was extremely hard to avoid looking at her amazing tits.

I’d been Crystal’s father for almost a decade and would be lying if I said never had sexual thoughts about her. She was absolutely gorgeous with her long blonde hair and alabaster skin. Her small frame is slender with curves in all the right places and since Oliver’s birth her breasts have become heavy and round.

A few weeks after coming come, Crystal found me in the living room. She brought Oliver in and sat down on the couch as I was watching television. My wife was out at her night school class leaving the three of us home alone. She said nothing as she unbuttoned her shirt and exposed her left breast for Andy to suckle.

I tried to keep my gaze on the television but found it impossible to resist sneaking a peek. I did my best to be discreet as I glanced at my daughter’s creamy white breast. It was intoxicating. I felt my cheeks begin to burn as I became aroused.

My cock strained against my pants. I hadn’t been this aroused in years.

Without warning Crystal turned her head and looked straight at me. Her light blue eyes were full of mischief. A playful smile spread across her thick, beautiful lips as she caught my eye. I was busted and I knew it.

“Daddy?” she asked, her voice thick, “Are you looking at my tits, daddy?”

“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to look… it’s just…” I stammered.

“It’s ok, Daddy,” she laughed, “I know you’ve been checking my tits out every time I breastfeed Oliver.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that. I thought I had been careful and had nothing to say in my own defense. Still smiling, Crystal exposed her other breast. She gently cupped her large globe in her hand and began to massage it gently. I was transfixed; my eyes drank in her pale white skin as she pinched her big nipple.

“Daddy, would you like a taste?” she asked quietly.

“Crystal… I don’t think this is appropriate,” I stammered, my throat dry.

My head was reeling. I wanted nothing more than to grab my sexy daughter’s tits, suck on her big nipples, and taste their sweet milk. Could I do it? She was my step-daughter. I had been this girl’s father for almost a decade… surely this wasn’t right.

“Why not, daddy?” she persisted. “. I see the look in your eyes. You look at my tits I know how badly you want to suck on them and taste my milk”

My heart was pounding in my chest. Every beat was like a heavy drug in my ears; I could barely catch my breath. I swallowed hard as I struggled to find words. As I looked at my daughter I was captivated by the large, heave breast she was offering.

Before I could respond it was all over. Oliver had finished his suckling and Crystal began to gently burp him. When she finished she stood up and gently placed my grandson on the couch, wrapping him in a blanket. Once she was sure he was sleeping, she turned towards me and our eyes met. Standing up, she slowly unbuttoned her shirt and let it fall to the floor.

My heart almost stopped in my chest as she stood before me in nothing but her tiny panties.

She made her way over to me and gently crawled up on top of me, lowering her firm round ass onto my lap. I stared at heavy breasts as she cupped them and began to gently pinch her fat nipples. As she pinched and squeezed, a single drop of milk ran down her left tit. I licked my lips in anticipation.

“Go ahead,” she said softly. “Suck on my nipples, Daddy. Let me breast feed you.”

A moan escaped my lips as she leaned forward and pressed her puffy nipple to my eager mouth. Primal lust surged through my body. I acted on instinct, no longer caring if she was my daughter or not, if this was right or wrong. My hungry mouth found her gleaming nipple I began to suckle it like a baby. Crystal’s hand gently held the back of my head while I drank from her.

I had never tasted a woman’s breast milk and when the first drops my daughter’s milk hit my tongue I amazed. I began to suck even harder, savoring the sweet, rich taste of her milk on my tongue.

“Oh daddy, suck my nipple harder!” she moaned. I could hear the lust in her voice. “Taste me daddy, I know you love it. Suck my big tits!”

What choice did I have? I did as she asked and began to suck with a desperate need. Each suckle filled my mouth with more of her warm, delicious milk. I could feel her heart racing and heard her gasps of delight as I sucked on her heavy tit. She held my head, fingers running through my hair as she watched.

My hands squeezed and massaged her heavy globes and I began to move my mouth from one nipple to the next, back and forth. I urgently sucked the breast milk from both of my daughter’s beautiful breasts.

Slowly Crystal began to rock her hips, rubbing her panty-covered pussy against my pants. My cock felt like it was going to burst as she continued to grind her hips down on me, rubbing my throbbing member through my pants. I was so turned on by what she was doing that I stopped my suckling and began to gently bite down on her nipples.

“Oh daddy!” she said. “Bite my nipples! Make it hurt, daddy!”

“You like that, baby?” I asked her.

“Yes daddy! You’re such a good titty sucker! Your mouth feels so good!” she hissed.

Crystal’s eyes closed and she began to rock against me, moving her hips faster and faster. Her fingers gripped my hair tightly as she began to cum. I couldn’t believe it. My little girl was having an orgasm while dry-humping me. I held her tight as her body spasmed and collapsed against me.

We help one another and slowly caught out breaths, neither of us daring to move. She slowly crawled up off of me and made her way to the couch. She grabbed up her shirt, slid it back on, and looked down at her son. I watched as she bent over and gently picked up little Oliver, he had slept through our encounter without a peep.

I held my breath as Crystal came towards me, a smile on her beautiful lips. She stopped beside my chair and wiped a fat drop of milk from the corner of my mouth with her finger. I watched as she sucked on her finger, tasting her own milk.

“Goodnight, daddy,” she said as she sauntered out of the room.

***

The next few days were a blur.

My mind struggled to come to terms with what I had done to my daughter. I could still taste her warm, sweet breast milk on my tongue. I could hardly believe I had let her seduce me like that. I had not been that aroused in years.

I knew we had done something wrong. We had committed incest… if my wife ever discovered what we had done she would leave me for sure. What we had done was so very wrong but the taboo made it so much more amazing.

***

The following weekend I decided to stay up late watching TV. My wife had gone to bed hours earlier, tired from her night classes. Crystal had been distant since our night together, choosing to feed Oliver in the privacy of her own bedroom. I was worried. I didn’t know if she regretted our encounter. Would she tell her mother?

I sat in the dark living room, watching the TV, distracted by my doubts. It was close to midnight when Crystal came in to the room dressed in a thin white t-shirt and panties. Her long legs stood bare below the bottom of her shirt and I felt my cock stir. She stopped and looked at me, a devilish grin on her face.

“Hi Daddy, are you hungry?” she asked.

“Did you want to feed me, Crystal?”

“Oh daddy, I would love to breastfeed you!” she said softly, “You know I love the way you my nipples.”

“And you know I love to suck on baby girl’s tits.”

Without another word she began tugging at my pyjamas, she tore at the bottoms as I pulled my shirt over my head. She got her first look at my long, hard cock and her eyes went wide. It was the first time my daughter had ever seen my dick and I could tell she was pleased by its size.

“I want to fuck you, baby.” I said softy.

“Really, daddy?” she asked, brow arched.

“Do you want my cock inside of you, honey?” I asked, my voice dripping with lust.

“Oh god, yes!” she hissed.

She yanked her shirt and panties off and climbed up onto my lap. Urgently, I pressed my mouth against hers and tasted her sweet lips. Our mouths parted and she let out a soft moan as I slipped my tongue deep into her mouth.

In the past we had kissed as father and daughter but it was nothing like this. Her warm, wet mouth pressed against mine and our tongues danced passionately. We kissed with so much passion and intensity that my head swam.

“Fuck me, daddy!” she gasped, “I want to feel your big dick in my tight pussy! Take me, please!”

She grabbed my rock hard cock with her hand and guided it towards her waiting pussy. I groaned as she began to rub the head of my cock along her wet lips. I slowly thrust my hips forward and we sighed together as my dick spread her wide open and made its way inside.

Her eyes were on fire she settled down onto my cock. She sank lower and lower, fully engulfing my entire shaft before she began to fuck me. Her ass rose up and down as I thrust my hips to meet her.

“Suck my titties, daddy!” she told me, “Taste my milk!”

I took her dark nipples in my mouth, alternating between her tits. I felt her warm milk fill my mouth and I savored the taste. Crystal groaned with pleasure as she saw me feeding from her amazing tits. I felt drunk on my baby girl’s milk. I massaged her big tits with my hands as my hungry mouth worked her fat nipples.

“I wish I could drink your milk forever,” I told her as I sucked her heavy tits.

“You can, daddy,” she whispered, “if you really want to.”

“What do you mean, baby?” I asked, not understanding.

She smiled a wicked smile and ran her fingers through my hair.

In a hushed voice said, “You can cum in me, daddy. If you cum in my pussy and make me pregnant you can have more of my milk.”

I stopped and looked up at my daughter. I was completely shocked and was not sure how to respond. My little girl had just asked me to cum inside of her… to make a baby with her. She leaned forward and kissed my forehead.

“Are you sure? Are you sure that’s what you want?” I asked.

“More than anything! I want to have your baby, daddy!” she told me, “Mom doesn’t have to know! I love you, daddy. Will you give me a baby?”

“Oh, Crystal!” I exclaimed, “I love you so much.”

I grabbed her hips and began to thrust with renewed vigour. I was going to impregnate my own baby girl. I didn’t care what the repercussions would be. I didn’t care if my wife found out. My only purpose for being was to plant my seed in Crystal’s fertile womb.

Her tight pussy squeezed my cock as she rode my throbbing rod. I could feel her wetness running down my balls as we fucked wildly. Her eyes were full of lust and her face was a mask of pure ecstasy.

I watched as her amazing pussy engulfed my invading cock with each downward motion. Her swollen lips were spread wide and her swollen clit was visible, fully engorged and quivering before me.

“I can’t believe we’re fucking, daddy!” she exclaimed with a lust filled voice.

“Me neither,” I gasped, “Your pussy is so tight!”

I greedily resumed sucking her nipples. I drank the delicious, warm milk from my daughter’s breast as I fucked her. I had never been so turned on in my life. I had never fucked with such intensity.

“Oh god, daddy! Drink my milk!” she gasped, “Fuck my wet pussy! Oh, god! Your cock feels so fucking good! Don’t stop, daddy! Suck on my tits and fuck my pussy! Give me a baby, daddy!”

Her body was wracked with pleasure as I felt her cum. My daughter was consumed by her orgasm as I desperately pounded away trying to make pregnant. I felt my balls tighten and knew I was close.

“I’m going to cum, baby,” I gasped.

“Oh god! Oh, fuck!” she said, still in the throes of orgasm, “I want to feel your hot cum inside of me. I want you to make a baby in me!”

“Here it comes baby, I’m so close.”

“Do it!” she ordered, “Fill my tight pussy with your cum! I want it, daddy!”

I felt my cock swell and shoved it deep into pussy it exploded against her cervix. My mind and body were on fire as the most powerful orgasm of my life ripped through me. Sounds of pure pleasure escaped from Crystal as she felt my hot cum coat the inside of her womb. Her body shuddered as she worked her hips, milking every drop from my balls.

She collapsed on top of me, her body trembling from the passion of our love making. I held her body close and could feel her heavy breasts pressing hard against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and closed my eyes. We together for what felt like hours, not speaking, as our hands explored each other’s bodies.

“Crystal,” I said finally, “That was amazing.”

She smiled up at me and said, “It was, wasn’t it? I’ve waited so long for this, daddy.”

“Really?” I asked, surprised.

“Yes, daddy.” She told me, “You’re the only man I’ve ever truly wanted. I don’t want anyone but you.”

“You’re young, baby. I’m sure you’ll find the right man some day,” I tell her.

“I doubt it.”