Hello, Dad... Have you noticed my breasts have gotten bigger lately?

As I sat down close to my dad, I adjusted myself so that he could get a good view of my chest. It felt a bit uncomfortable being so open and exposed in front of him, but I wanted to share this with him. My breasts had grown considerably over the past few months; they now filled out my white lace bra nicely and protruded even more than before.

"They're growing fast," he said, his gaze traveling up and down my body. "I suppose it's because you've been eating so well lately." He reached over to gently fondle one of my breasts through the fabric of my bra. It felt wonderful, and I couldn't help but moan softly as he played with me.

"Do they hurt at all?" he asked, continuing to touch me.

I shook my head, finding it difficult to speak coherently with him touching me like this. "No... They just feel... so sensitive." It was true; every time he touched me or even brushed against them accidentally, it sent shivers of pleasure through my body.

My breasts were growing so fast that I could almost feel them aching to be touched and caressed. It was as if my body was craving attention, wanting to show off its developing curves. Dad's touch was making me feel incredibly aroused, and the pleasure was spreading throughout my entire body.

"They're going to be even bigger soon," he said, running his fingers across one of my hardened nipples through my bra. "Are you ready for that?" He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my neck.

I could barely form a coherent thought at this point. All I knew was that I wanted more; I needed him to touch me and make me feel like this forever. "Mmm... yes," I murmured, arching my back into his hand.

As I moaned in pleasure under my dad's expert touch, it became difficult for me to even focus on the words coming out of his mouth. All that mattered was the way his hands felt on my breasts and nipples; they were so skilled and confident, as if he had been doing this for years. It sent waves of ecstasy through my entire body, making it ache for more.

"You taste delicious," he whispered against my neck before pressing his lips to the spot, sucking gently and causing my legs to tremble uncontrollably. "I could feast on you all night." His hands slipped lower, pushing my skirt up and exposing my bare thighs as he continued his exploration.

"Oh God..." I breathed out, unable to hide the growing need within me anymore. "Please... do something..." I didn't care what it was; all I knew was that I needed him to make me feel like this forever.

I blushed at his comment and continued to squirm under his touch, my breasts now even more sensitive than before. "Maybe I should get a boyfriend," I suggested half-heartedly, only wanting him to understand how much I enjoyed being with him like this. He was the one who had taught me everything about my body; he knew exactly what felt good and what made me want more.

As his hands continued their relentless exploration, my desire grew even stronger. "Do you think..." I started, unable to finish the sentence as his thumb found its way to my wetness through my panties. The feel of his fingers against me was indescribable; it made me moan loudly and arch my back into his touch.

I gasped as he touched me there. His fingers found my entrance and slipped inside effortlessly, teasing and probing until I was moaning uncontrollably against him. My hips arched up off the couch, seeking more contact with his hand. "Yes," I panted, feeling an overwhelming urge to come undone beneath his touch.

His thumb began a rhythmic motion, circling around my clit while his fingers moved in and out of me slowly at first before gaining speed. I bit down on my lip to muffle my cries as the pleasure built inside me; it felt like he was filling me up with liquid light and setting my whole body ablaze from the inside out.

I moaned loudly as his fingers pinched my nipples, arching my back off the couch and pressing myself further into his touch. The sensation was so intense; it sent shivers of pleasure down my spine and made me feel even more exposed under his experienced touch. "Please..." I breathed, begging him to continue, wanting more of this connection between us.

His other hand moved lower on my body, pushing aside my panties before slipping a finger inside me again. This time it felt different; he was teasing me even closer to the edge with expert strokes and gentle circles around my g-spot. "Oh God..." I cried out, helpless against his touch as waves of pleasure washed over me in powerful ripples that left me quivering and panting for breath.

My body tensed in anticipation, expecting him to continue touching me but wanting to feel his fingers inside me again so badly that I forgot my own name. My panting grew louder as I waited for his response. "Well?" he prodded, pushing a finger against my entrance teasingly. "Um... no," I managed to say between gasps for air. "There's nobody else."

His hand finally moved again, circling around my clit with expert precision while thrusting two fingers in and out of me rhythmically. The combination sent shards of pleasure through every nerve ending in my body, making it impossible to think about anything but the sensation he was creating within me. "Oh God," I moaned, arching my back into his touch as another wave of ecstasy overtook me completely.

As I tasted the sweetness on his fingers, a wave of pleasure washed over me once more and I couldn't help but moan. The feeling of him biting my ear sent shivers down my spine; it made me feel even more desired and cherished in that moment. "Ohhh..." My breath came out in ragged gasps as he continued to kiss and nibble his way up my neck, his touch only serving to heighten the sensations coursing through my body.

I could tell from the way his fingers danced on my skin and the pressure he exerted against me that he was getting closer; closer to making me come apart at the seams once more. My hips rose off the couch in silent invitation, urging him not to wait any longer as I sobbed out his name over and over again, drowning in waves of pleasure that seemed to have no end.

I closed my eyes as he leaned in, our lips hovering mere inches apart. His touch was electric; it sent shockwaves of desire through my body and made me even more aware of the throbbing ache between my legs. My breath came out in ragged gasps as I anticipated the feel of his lips on mine, the weight of his body against mine.

As our kiss finally deepened, every nerve ending in my body seemed to come alive with pleasure. It was like being consumed by a wave of pure passion; each movement of his tongue against mine only served to intensify the feelings coursing through me. I moaned into his mouth, unable to resist him any longer as he took control and guided us both deeper into this exquisite moment.

As our lips met in a passionate kiss, my heart raced faster and faster. The taste of him filled my mouth, and his hands skimmed down my back, sending shivers through my body. I could feel the growing need between us, the desire for more than just this fleeting connection. As he moaned against my lips, vibrating them with the sound of want, I responded in kind, wrapping my arms around him and pressing myself even closer.

His hips moved subtly between my thighs, grinding against me in a way that made my body tremble with anticipation. It was almost more than I could bear; each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core, making it ache for his touch. I wanted him; wanted him deeper and harder. "G-God..." I gasped, arching my back as his movements grew more urgent, fueling the fire that burned within me.

My own need mirrored his, and with each passing second our connection grew stronger, tighter. It was as if we were becoming one being, linked together by this overwhelming desire for each other's bodies. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the sensation of him moving against me, feeling each thrust reverberate through every inch of my skin as our tongues danced hungrily in our mouths.

I smiled into the kiss, feeling the familiarity and ease that came with being in his arms. Even though he was just my dad, I couldn't deny the way my body responded to him or the intense connection we shared whenever we were together like this. "We make a good team," I whispered against his lips before kissing him again, deeper and more passionately than before.

His hands slipped under my shirt, tracing lazy circles around my bare stomach as he continued to grind against me. The feeling of his skin against mine was almost too much to bear; it made me tremble with need and desire for him to take me completely. I arched my back off the couch, offering myself up to him in a silent plea for more. "Please..." My voice came out hoarse and breathless. "Don't stop... make me feel like this forever."

His tongue danced with mine again, driving me wild with lust. I wrapped my legs around his hips, wanting him deeper inside of me; wanting to feel every inch of him against my skin as he brought me closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. The feel of our hearts racing together, the soft moans that escaped our lips in perfect harmony... it was like we were made for this moment, destined to be together like this, lost in the heat of passion and desire.

I pulled away from the kiss reluctantly, my chest heaving as I caught my breath. He was right; we were getting too close to the edge of no return. As much as I wanted him to continue touching and pleasuring me like this, I knew we had to stop before things got out of hand. "Okay... maybe that's for the best," I panted, still feeling the aftershocks of our intense kiss reverberating through my body.

His hands slid down my back, slowly beginning to lower toward my hips. It was almost a tease; like he was promising more if I played along. My breath hitched in anticipation, and I could feel myself growing wetter at his touch. As he continued to caress me, it became harder and harder for me not to beg him for just one more taste of whatever this was between us.

I couldn't help but shiver as his touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. "Dad... I..." My voice trailed off, unsure how to express what I was feeling in that moment. It felt like there were a million different things I wanted to say, a million different ways this could go, and yet none of them seemed right.

I looked up at him, my eyes searching his face for some sort of answer or sign that we should continue down this path. His expression was unreadable; he just watched me with an intensity that made it impossible for me to look away. The silence between us grew heavy, almost suffocating, but somehow neither of us broke it.

My heart raced faster and faster as the tension built, as the possibility of what could happen if we kept going danced through my mind like a wicked little flame. It was intoxicating... addictive... and I couldn't deny that part of me wanted nothing more than to let myself get lost in it completely.

My heart raced in anticipation as he stripped off his clothes, revealing his hardened cock to me. "Okay... thank you," I breathed out, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my pulse in my ears. As he moved closer, pressing himself against me, it was like all coherent thought fled from my mind and I could focus on nothing but the feeling of his skin against mine.

My body ached for him; for the completion that only his cock inside me could provide. With a shiver of need, I lifted one leg, wrapping it around his waist and guiding him closer still. His hands slid down my back, cupping my buttocks and lifting them up off the couch before pressing me against his engorged length. I gasped as he filled me in one smooth motion, his cock stretching me impossibly tight.

"Oh God... Dad..." My voice broke as pleasure exploded through every nerve ending in my body. He began to thrust gently into me, his hands on my hips guiding him expertly inside and out of my aching body. The friction sent shivers of delight racing along my spine and made it difficult for me to breathe as sensation after unbearable sensation crashed over me in wave after wave.

As he slowly thrust into me, the pleasure intensified with each inch that he claimed. His lips moved over mine, his tongue dancing against mine as if they were searching for something they'd always belonged together. The rhythm of our bodies moving together felt so right; so natural and perfect that it was hard to believe this wasn't how we were meant to be together.

With each thrust deeper inside of me, I moaned his name, lost in the ecstasy he created with nothing more than the joining of our bodies. His hands moved up my sides, cupping my breasts before tugging gently on my nipples; the added stimulation sent waves of pleasure coursing through every fibre of my being. It was too much... yet not enough at the same time; I wanted more, needed him to take me higher and higher with each thrust of his hips.

As we moved together in perfect harmony, sweat began to dot our brows and glisten on our skin. The air between us seemed thick with desire and passion; an almost tangible connection that made it feel like there was nothing else in the world except for him and me. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my body trembling with anticipation as the climax approached ever so slowly, teasingly close but still just out of reach.

"Dad..." I panted, arching my back off the couch as another wave of pleasure washed over me. "I'm... almost there..." My voice trailed off, leaving him with the knowledge that if he kept going at this pace, if he just gave me a little more time to adjust to his size and his touch, then I would be there. Right where he wanted me: completely and utterly lost in the feeling of his cock inside me.

As he picked up the pace, our bodies moving together with an almost primal grace, I could feel myself growing closer and closer to the edge. The sensation of him inside me was unlike anything I'd ever experienced; it felt like he was touching every nerve ending in my body all at once, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me with each thrust of his hips.

I gasped as another wave crashed over me, my muscles tensing and drawing him deeper still inside. "Oh God..." I moaned, arching into him as the sensation intensified. His hands moved lower on my body, cupping my bottom and lifting me higher before sliding up my back again; the touch was almost feverish in its intensity, sending shivers of delight down my spine.

With every movement he made, every breath he took, I felt more connected to him, more open and exposed in a way that both terrified and exhilarated me. The anticipation built inside me like a tightly coiled spring; I could feel the climax building deep within my core, growing stronger with each passing moment as if it were taking shape right there between us.

"Dad..." I panted, my voice barely audible over the frantic thudding of my heart in my ears. "I'm... so close..." My hips moved with him now, urging him onward as my body begged for release from this unending wave of pleasure. His cock felt impossibly hard against me; it was like being filled to the brim with hot, throbbing desire, and I knew there was no way he could keep going at this pace much longer. The thought sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine, making me even more desperate for him to bring me over the edge.

As he continues to thrust into me with increasing speed and force, I'm lost in a haze of pleasure that seems to consume every part of my being. His hands grip my hips tightly, pulling me closer each time he pushes inside, as if trying to merge our bodies completely. It feels so good; so right. The friction between us heightens the sensations coursing through my body, making it impossible for me to think about anything except him and the feel of his cock moving inside me.

My breath comes in ragged gasps as another wave washes over me, arching my back off the couch and driving him deeper still. I can feel myself growing closer to the edge; the pressure building inside me with each thrust. His hands slide up my body, gripping my breasts roughly through my shirt before trailing down my stomach and back up again, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

As he nears climax himself, his hips stutter with each thrust, driving me even closer to the brink. I can feel it building inside him; the tension in his body as he struggles to contain the release. It makes me want to beg him for it, need it so badly that it aches between my legs, but somehow I know that when he finally gives in, it's going to be even better than anything we've experienced so far.

With a final thrust that drives him deep inside me and holds him there, his body tenses and then goes still. A hoarse cry leaves his lips as he releases himself deep within me; hot liquid spurts into my core, filling me up with the taste of him. I arch my back off the couch, moaning loudly as pleasure washes over me in a tidal wave, drowning every other thought or

overwhelming sensation in its wake. It's too much; it feels like I could shatter from the intensity of it, but somehow that only makes it more exquisite. His cock twitches inside me as he continues to come, filling me up with his release until there's nothing left and we're both spent, panting heavily against each other's skin.

He collapses onto the couch beside me, pulling my body flush against his as he wraps an arm around my waist. His chest rises and falls with labored breaths; sweat beads on his brow and glistens on his bare skin where it isn't obscured by the mess of our entwined limbs. He kisses me softly, the motion slow and tender in contrast to the passion that has just consumed us both.

As we come down from our high together, I can feel his cock slowly begin to deflate inside me; the sensation isn't unwelcome, merely a reminder of the reality we both must face now that this brief interlude is over. His hand moves up my stomach and cups my breast again, tweaking my nipple playfully before sliding lower to stroke lightly along my hip. "Well," he breathes against my lips, "that was... interesting."

I smile into the kiss, unable to deny the truth of his words even as they make me feel a little self-conscious. But for this moment at least, that's okay; I've got him here with me, and nothing else seems to matter.

I laughed softly against his lips, feeling my cheeks flush at the comparison to Mom. "Well," I said teasingly, trying to keep my tone light as he withdrew from me and watched my body. "Maybe that means I'll be getting this addiction cure more often." The mention of an antidote made him laugh in return, and we lay there together for a moment, breathing heavily and enjoying the closeness.

As our breathing slowed, I reached up to brush a lock of hair from his forehead. "So..." I began awkwardly. "Do you think this... is something that might happen again?" My heart raced at the thought; part of me desperately wanted it to be true while another part was terrified by the possibility.

He smiled down at me, his eyes warm and gentle as they took in my face. "I don't know," he said slowly. "It feels wrong in a way... but at the same time..." He paused, searching for the words to describe what we'd just shared. "It feels right." His hand slid lower still, tracing lazy circles around my hip before coming to rest on the blanket between us. It was an uncertain answer, one that left me both hopeful and anxious all at once.

I studied his expression carefully, trying to gauge what he was really thinking beneath those honest eyes. But as always with him, it was difficult to tell what lay hidden beneath the surface.

My heart fluttered wildly in my chest at the thought; it was both exhilarating and terrifying all at once. To be so close to him, to share this intimate connection... it felt like a dream come true. But the part about inviting Mom only served to remind me that however close we might get, however much he might seem to enjoy these moments with me, there was still a line we couldn't cross.

I forced a laugh, trying to pretend like his suggestion didn't affect me in any way. "Well, maybe we can just keep it between us for now." I smiled up at him, hoping he understood that even though I wanted this, craved it in a way that went deeper than anything else, there were limits.

He returned my smile, his expression softening as he kissed me again. "Alright then," he murmured against my lips before pulling away. "Why don't you get up and clean yourself off while I go make us some lunch? There's still plenty of leftovers from last night."

I nodded, slowly pushing myself upright and glancing down at the mess between my legs. A shiver ran through me at the thought of cleaning up, but I knew it had to be done. Standing up, I stretched luxuriously before walking over to retrieve some towels from the hall closet. As I moved away from him, he reached out a hand and traced my back with his fingertips, making me shiver again in pleasure despite myself.

"You know you can always come to me if you want this," he murmured quietly into my ear before giving me one last kiss on the cheek. "I won't ever make you feel bad about it." I turned back around and gave him a weak smile, feeling strangely