Incest phone sex is the best way I’ve found to share my experiences of the love my father and I have shared for so many years. I have a special place in my heart for Christmas time every year, for I still hold close the memory of my first Christmas fucking Daddy!
Mommy had spent all day making sure I was just perfect for daddy. She bathed me, and washed me until my skin was glowing a soft pink. She massaged lotions into all of my skin, making me smelled like the sweetest of spring flowers from back home. I hadn’t needed to start shaving my legs or my perfect little kitty just yet. My fingernails and toenails were painted, and my hair softly plaited.
At last, she slid on a black teddy and panties, and had me wait by the tree in the living room.
Daddy’s face was priceless when he walked in. He looked as though he would cry, even while his rock hard cock strained at his jeans for freedom. He gently touched my face, tracing me jaw. He undid the braid in my hair, and brushing it slowly with his fingers, before raising it to his nose and breathing my scent in deep. Lifting my teddy off of me, and just leaving me in my panties, he took his time tracing my body with his fingertips and his tongue. Kissing all of my flesh till my cunty was flowing in my panties.
By the time daddy entered my little pussy with his dick, and began rocking in and out of me, I was coming over and over again in great, squirting waves.
As we lay on the living room floor, completely spent, I saw mommy peeking through the kitchen door, with a look of approval on her face.
