Daddy’s Little Girl (Chapter 4)

Eric’s alcohol fogged brain began to scream warnings. Yet, the pulsing in his groin blocked it out.

He thought he heard her moan. But no, she was breathing heavy and regular. He looked at her face and saw that her eyes were closed. The weight of her body against him made him think that she might be asleep. Tommy moved his hand down and under the tank top to the warm skin of her stomach. Slowly he moved his hand upward, inch by inch. He felt an electric shock when the side of his hand touched bare skin. He thought he was going to cum in his pants. He took a deep breath and turned his hand over, palm up. Now he held the full bare breast of his own daughter in his hand. He waited for what seemed like an eternity for his mother to react. When she didn’t move, he began to squeeze it. He played with the heavy breast gently, feeling the fullness and the warmth of her flesh, fearing all the time that he would wake her.

Eric’s mind was reeling. The blood was pounding in his head. He couldn’t think straight. He knew he should stop this but his libido and the wine was in control.