The most important weekend in the Miller home was finally coming up, our summer camping trip. For many years we took one weekend in August to get in touch with nature. This year though, for the first time, it would not be the three of us. My wife had a financial report she had to complete this weekend or she would risk losing her job. She had completed the report last night but somehow, probably some stupid virus, all the information was lost on her laptop. She was going to use the family PC to complete the report and have it ready for Monday but that meant missing the trip. At first I suggested that the trip be canceled but Melissa looked so disappointed that her mom insisted we go without her. Melissa loved the trip and we actually bought her a new sleeping bag on her sixteenth birthday. -------------------------------- So there I was, putting the tent up... It was a four person tent so that the three of us could be comfortable in the same tent. Me and Sarah (my wife) generally slept on one side while Melissa had the other side to herself. This year Melissa and I each had a whole side to ourselves. My phone began to vibrate and when I checked it, I found
istanbul travesti I had a text from Sarah. "Miss me yet. Missing you like crazy." I replied, "Love you baby and I always miss you when you are not around". I stared at the phone a little and thought how unusual it was to get a message like this from my wife. She was a good wife and a great mother but she didn't show much affection. Just as I finished putting up the tent my phone buzzed again. "I wish you were here to fuck my wet pussy.". I felt something stir in me and I knew my body was reacting to the message. "So you are not missing me, just my hard cock. ;-)", I replied. "You have a hard cock and only your daughter there to enjoy it.", was what I next read on my screen. Just as I finished reading that my daughter walked in the tent with short shorts and a white tank top which barely covered her small but perky breast. I quickly turned away to give my body time to readjust. I sent a text, "lol, just as I read your message our daughter walked in the tent." "Daddy," said my daughter "should we get some sleep so we can start early tomorrow." "Good idea
istanbul travestileri sweetie, let me just put the fire out, get some wood for the morning and I'll be back." and with that I quickly put the phone in my pocket and exited the tent. I walked about forty feet from the site when my pocket vibrated again, "Did she see your hard cock? Maybe its time you teach our little girl about the birds and the bees." My mouth dropped. I had to read the message twice before replying, "What's gotten into you. Are you drunk?" "I walked in on Melissa masturbating the other day. She kept saying, "yes, daddy" and " fuck me daddy". I couldn't help but get excited and play with myself too. Our little girl has become a young woman and she wants her daddy." I started spinning. My body reacted very favorably to this information but my mind was in chaos. This was my daughter. How was it my wife could be so blasé about this. I was fairly certain my wife and the mother of my only child was suggesting I should fuck my daughter. "Daddy, hurry up. I'm scared alone in here.", I heard Melissa call out. I picked up some wood and dropped them
travesti istanbul close to the tent before putting out the fire. I could feel that the front of my boxers, underneath my shorts, were wet with precum as I walked back into the tent. Seeing my young daughters tight and firm body only made me ache more. I realized I was spiraling. This was going to be a long night. I just had to fall asleep and in the morning I'd be fine. ---------------------------- I was laying in my double sleeping bag that I usually shared with my wife, and I was willing myself to sleep. I texted my wife a few times just to say," goodnight"... "I love you" and "why are you getting me all hot when our daughter is the only one around that can help me.". She didn't reply. I figured she had went to sleep early. Around 2am the phone vibrated "Are you fucking her yet" . "She's our daughter" I replied. "She is probably wet for you right now", was her only response. I turned around to look at my baby sleeping. Her body was positioned looking away from me. I pictured my 16 year old daughter up against me. And then she whispered, "Daddy, are you awake". I was forced back to reality. "Yeah , can't sleep. What's up?" " I can't sleep either. Can I get into your sleeping bag with you? I still get scared sometimes in the woods.", she asked this as she turned around to look at me. Even knowing the torture it would be I forced myself to be a good father and ignore the building desire.