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She was off at school—first day of high school, matter of fact. Esther, her momma, was off visiting her folks down in San Diego. I had just retired that summer, and it was slowly dawning on me that our marriage had managed to work only because, as long as I was out wrestling for the big Pay-Per-Views that bought our house, she and I never had to really speak. But since I retired, it had been one knock-down-drag-out after pussy the next, and she’d taken more frequent trips just to get out of the house, which left me alone most of the time with Charlotte, our fifteen year-old daughter. And so, I figured I’d feed the monster in my brain just enough of a morsel to be able to trust myself when she came home. But when I pulled up the usual pictures of her on my laptop and pulled out my cock, it just wasn’t enough. The idea struck me, then, and almost like I had no control over myself, I went upstairs, into her bedroom. I stood there for a while, savoring the smell of young sweat and perfume before sliding open her closet and staring down at her hamper. Right there, on top, was a bright pink bra from PINK by Nipples Victoria’s Secret. I knelt, scooped it up. The tag back then said 32B. Her tits have gotten bigger, since. The one Esther caught me with last week was a 32DD. But that first time, holy shit. I wrapped that bright neon pink cup around my shaft and closed my eyes, felt the juicy silk, imagined what her tits would feel like…my daughter’s tits. I imagined my hands around her throat, the press of my lips against hers, my tongue in her mouth, her hands tied to the bedpost, body splashed in cum. Her father’s amateur cum. Daddy’s cum. I imagined her crying, begging me to stop, face and that’s what did it. White fire burned out the world and I emptied myself into the cup of her bra. I came so hard and for so long that I was almost afraid some of what came out might be blood. When my vision cleared, and I looked down, there was almost enough cum to fill the cup entirely. Now, when I tell you that I tried every drug at least twice during my time in the WWE, you know to believe me. And when I tell you that the high of nutting into my high school freshman daughter’s B-cup bra was the singular most exhilarating, body-trembling cosmic fucking experience I had ever experienced in mind or body, you’d better believe it double. I tossed the bra back into the laundry basket and left her room. And then, over the next four years, I did the same damn thing a few hundred more times. It was a drug that never wore off. Again, I don’t know what it is. Maybe I just stopped looking at her like my daughter. That barrier broke, or withered from the abuse I put my mind and body through over the years. Maybe it was never there. But I know that ain’t true. Because part of the thrill, part of the attraction is that she’s my daughter, my flesh and blood, my baby girl. Maybe it’ll help if you knew what she looks like. Five foot four inches tall. The raven-dark wildness of her hair she got from her mother, along with her DD tits. Her world-class ass she earned herself, running six miles a day five days a week, part of a healthy obsession with fitness she got from her old man. Her eyes are emeralds and her lips are plump and soft and her skin is freckled across her nose and cheeks. More freckles dust the tops of her breasts. Her thighs, from running, are thick and thunderous and they look like they could crush a skull between them if she tried hard enough. She’s perfect, a goddamn sex-goddess, and she’s my baby girl. I have to protect her. That’s my duty, handed down from God, and that means I have to protect her from me. And the Lord don’t give no test that a man can’t handle and that’s the goddamn truth. “Oh, Mr. Davies!” she groaned. A blissful cry rolled out of the face Eevee’s lips as she sunk herself on me. “Yyyyeeeeesssss,” she shamelessly cried, wiggling back and forth to twist her body onto mine. “And if you do, well, I'll spend all day caressing your tits and pussy so the other futas can't.” You swallowed her cum, and what else Mike...? Vicky made a lewd gesture with her hands. “Really?!” they said in unison. "I always had a crush on you, but you let very clear, all this time, that there was juicy this distance between us..." Then she nodded once before lifting her head as if looking at the ceiling. Nathan quickly paid the amateur entrance fee which was reasonable, and headed toward the door to pussy the locker room. I will not be manipulated – not even Nipples by a daedric prince.” Getting another massage, “fuck u.”