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Father Daughter Incest Erotica

Title:  Model For Daddy

Series:  N/A

Author: Lisa Smiles

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Publisher:  Lisa Smiles

Language: English

Length:  7,224 Words

ISBN:  LC1100226

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Model For Daddy


To the belly button now and smelly cheese I haven’t cleaned since she first started high school. I remember this crevice so well. I was there when the nurse tied if off at her birth and thought at the time she went a bit close with the knot. Now you can’t see to the bottom and it zap her if you touch the wrong spot.

“I wish you would let me clean this more often,” I say, showing her yellow stuff on the end of the bud. I wouldn’t put it close to my nose if you paid me. Instead I throw it straight in the bin under her work desk then go in for more with a clean one.

“I hope you’re looking after your girl parts better than you’re caring for this. You do clean yourself properly?”

“I don’t know. What’s properly?” she says, sounding worried and lifting her head.

“Between all the folds.” (There’s an angle I could play here that might give me a chance.) “Things can fester and cause you infections.”

“Oh don’t say that!” she complains and rolls on her side, squeezing her legs tightly together. It’s the best view I’ve had of her bum: no bigger than a soccer ball, the whole thing.

“You’ve got me worried now Shelly.” I can’t help myself patting this creamy white bottom!

“You’ve got me worried now too,” she says, drawing her knees to her chest like a baby. I’ve got that classic view now of her big flaps bursting out from her behind.

“Does it ever smell there?” I’m pulling curls from her face so she can’t hide her eyes from me when I’m demanding an answer.

“Yes. Sometimes.”

“Oh Shelly!”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry.” I sit down and rub my hand on her waist. “They don’t give us instructions on how to raise you, you know. We learn by mistakes with our eldest.” Increasing the length of my strokes brings my fingers in contact with breast tissue again. “Should I have a look for you?”

“Alright.” She rolls on her back and spreads them quite boldly.

Her flaps are as dry as a girl’s when she has just had her belly button cleaned by her father. The minora and majora literally need peeling apart. It’s as I suspected: paper from her last trip to the toilet. I know that is not a big deal, but I am going to pretend that it is!

“You’re not looking after yourself Shelly. Look at this!” I lift it out and show her on the end of my finger.

“What is it?”

“Evidence of very poor hygiene.”

I hold it to my nose and then hers so we both know what piss smells like when it has been hanging around in a dirty girl’s cunny.

“Open your legs a bit more for me Shelly. That’s a good girl. There’s more here.” This time I take a really long smell of the paper log I pinch from her folds and hold in my fingers. There’s a raw mushroom odor. It goes straight to my dick.



Shelly might have thought her daddy's suggestion that modelling her birthday suit on her birthday was only a joke, but crossed wires, slow wits and a mother with liberal views about Shelly's and her father's right to have fun, turn an ordinary evening into one that proves to be cathartic. By the next day Shelly is wagging school with her daddy and shocking the staff at a lovers' retreat.

eBook TAGS    Father Daughter Incest, daddy daughter erotica, Incest Erotica, Taboo, daddy erotica, family erotica, incest, virgin


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