exploringdesireswithmichael:

incestuous-creampie:

I love feeling daddy’s cock deep inside me as he fills me with his incestuous spunk.

You were always the cutest ballerina as a child but as you grew up I stopped going to your shows.  I honestly was having an issue with all those young girls in leotards prancing around, doing spreads and splits.  I guess I was just a old dirty man but I didn’t want to admit the real reason was you.   Your body started to develop and I found myself even at home being aroused when I saw you, there was no way I could sit there and watch you moving around in a body suit without physically aching.

It became a bit of an argument with your mother and part of our separation.  I think she knew.  We had grown distant and when you were home I couldn’t hear her.  Our sex life was gone and I was avoiding your special events as you became a premier dancer.   I hated myself for it but you never once acted upset by it.   You graduated and other than my visitations we still talked on skype all the time.  You had earned a dance scholarship and an internship at the local studio you had competed with for a dozen years.  

Last night you begged me to come see you teach the young girls.  I grumbled a bit playfully but I missed you now that you were tied up with school and work.  I arrived and you were already in class.  The girl at the desk told me I could see you by sitting in the adjoining dance room and looking through the small glass viewing window.  So I stepped into the empty room and over to the connecting wall.  I peered in to watch you dancing with them.  Oh the kids were so adorable and you looked so beautiful.  You really did.  Can’t believe how you had grown.   I found myself watching you move, stretch, float across the room teaching them the basics in perfect form.  My mind wandered again.

How that pink tight outfit stretched over your breasts, firm, tight body.   You bend and I felt my body respond.  You lifted a leg and I found my hand moving over my swollen crotch.   Fuck I should not of come.   This was still a bad idea and there was clearly something wrong with me.  I started to turn to head out of the empty viewing room when I heard the door open behind me.  I turned to see you running at me with a leap I caught you.  your soft lips on my cheek as you clung around me.   The your smile changed.  You slid down off my body and looked at my aroused state.  “Daddy you still get hard watching me dance?” You hadn’t called me that in years.  I almost choked.  I couldn’t, I didn’t….what to do???

“Hold on” you giggled a bit and walked over to the door watching the other room.  The the lights went off “So lucky that is the last class tonight.  They are gone now.” you turned and walked back to me with that warm look in your eyes.  “Its ok daddy………” “You knew?” “It’s why I still dance.” I reached over and held my face and kissed me.  She started to unbutton my shirt and I stopped her.  “its not….we’re not suppose too..”  She stepped back and pulled her leotard down across her body exposing her stiff nipples.  “I’m and adult now and I love you, I have always wanted to take care of you like mom didn’t.  I knew about it all daddy and now we don’t have to worry about it anymore.” She stepped out of her outfit and returned to undressing me.  She showed me a new way to dance, slow, passionate, bodies pressed, wet and hard together.  My ballerina.