A father resists his daughter’s temptation while snowed in

“Jesus, dad! That was a bit too rough!” She said frowning. 

“I’m sorry, baby” I pulled her by her biceps up to me and wiped my cum off her chin. I then began to kiss her deeply. I felt her relax completely in my arms and melt into me.

“That’s okay, That was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever done,” she said. 

Her hand reached down and squeezed my still solid cock causing white globs of semen to ooze out. My left hand reached under her shirt and began to squeeze her young supple breasts. I hooked a finger on the front of her tank top and peered down her shirt to get my first good viewing of my daughter‘s perky tits. God, they were perfectly round and supple. 

“That was fucking hot,” I replied. “But we should probably stop there.”

Now that I had cum, the guilt began to set in. What I had just done had crossed every line I thought I had and every line a father should have. I glanced down at my daughter’s still wet bald pussy. Jesus, I want to feel what it’s like in there, I thought. That has to be the tightest looking pussy on the planet. I then glanced up at her face, her chin still glistening with my cum, her hair was off to a funny angle from me grabbing it, and her naked lower half. This was my daughter. My daughter! And I had just cum forcefully down her throat. I had shoved my hard cock down her throat and made her choke on it. I had licked at her teenage pussy like I was eating my favorite food. I could have been caught by answering the phone to my ex while my daughter was blowing me. I had lost myself to carnal pleasure and had failed miserably as a father. I cast my eyes away with guilt. 

“Dad, it’s okay,” Kali said softly. “I wanted this. I’ve wanted this for a while.”

“I’m sorry, Kali. This was a mistake. I should never have gotten carried away.” 

“Dad…”

“No, look a father should never have sexual relations with her daughter. It’s wrong on so many levels.”

“I don’t care. I love you and I want you to love me too,” Kali said and reached her hand to my cheek. “I know you’re a sexual being. I am too. I want to bond with you through touch. Why can’t we both make each other feel good?”

“Because, dads and daughters can’t do that.”

“Says who?”

“Me.”

“You just fucked my throat, and you seemed pretty into it.”

“I know. But this can’t lead anywhere good.”

“It just led somewhere wonderful.”

She sat next to me on the couch and placed her head on my chest and hugged me. Here we were, me naked from the lower half with my now deflated dick lazily flopped on its side against my thigh, and Kali also naked from the lower half curled into me. The snow fell softly outside in the window frame. I turned my head and kissed the top of her head. 

“You’re a wonderful daughter. I’m sorry I suck at being a dad,” I said. 

“You don’t suck. You make me feel special,” Kali responded.

I softly removed her embrace and pulled my pants back on. 

“You should get dressed,” I said and then I left the room. 

Our dinner was quiet. Kali could tell I was in pain from the guilt. She tried cheering me up and making me laugh, but I stayed pretty quiet. She also tried to kiss me multiple times on the lips and to sneakily reach around and grab my cock all of which I blocked. She was acting somewhere between an immature girl and a loving partner. The snow was still falling and we were still trapped in the house together. I needed to get her out of here. I needed to control myself. The storm was still raging when I went to bed.