Like Mother, Like Daughter

Written by AnaLover

"Daddy, what's anal sex?"

I was lying on my back with my eyes closed, basking in the afterglow of a truly intense orgasm, one where you know every last drop of cum has been pumped out of your balls, my chest still heaving with the exertion of jetting my sperm deep, so very deep, into my beautiful daughter's warm, wet pussy.

Suddenly I wasn't close to dozing any more and opened my eyes, looking down at the sweep of Teresa's blonde hair cascading down her back to just above the crack of her pert, curvy little ass. She was lying with her face on my chest, her hand resting casually on my stomach. Just below, my cock was dripping cum onto my belly and she reached down, curled a strand round her fingers and then licked them clean.

"Why do you ask, honey?" I said, keeping my voice neutral.

She propped herself up on an elbow, her blue eyes looking into mine as she grinned at me.

"It was in a book I was reading, on the train?" making a statement into a question as teenage girls do.

Teresa got up and walked over to her bag, rummaged around and found what she wanted, then came back to bed. As she did so I drank in her body, never able to get enough of looking at her budding breasts, the perfect pinkness of her little nipples, the flatness of her tummy and the light down of blonde hairs covering her plump little mons. My reaction was automatic, involuntary, and she smiled as she saw my cock start to harden once more.

"Be serious for a moment," she said in a soft, loving voice, pleased that her beautiful body had such an obvious effect on me.

She sat cross-legged and thumbed through the book until she found what she wanted.

"It's a love story," she said. "The girl who's writing the book, her Mom used to be a stripper and is still like totally gorgeous with big, fake boobs and really long legs, so super-beautiful it makes the daughter feel inadequate but her Mom is really nice so the girl loves her really."

"I'm so glad," I said, and Teresa whacked the book against my thigh, knowing I was being sarcastic.

"And there's this scene near the end where the girl asks her Mom if she ever slept with any of the men she gave lap-dances to because that's where strippers make the real money in clubs -"

I propped myself up on my elbows. "Grandmama bought you this book?" I said, a little concerned. "She lets you read stuff about strippers and lap-dances?"

"Oh, yeah, right," Teresa said with a snort of derision. "Actually it's a set text in school..."

"You're kidding-! " I started to say and then saw Teresa roll her eyes. ......(cont)

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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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