Ben Valentine

Incest girl

CHAPTER ONE

"Well, I'd better get going," said Paula's mother with a warm smile. "I have a lot of things to do downtown if we're going on that picnic tomorrow."

Paula looked at her attractive thirty-eight-year old mother from where she lay stretched out on a blanket, on the soft grass by the side of the pool. "Do you want me to come along, Mom?"

Her mother glanced at her husband lounging in a deck chair beside his daughter's blanket, then smiled at Paula. "You both look much too comfortable for me to disturb you. You keep your father company. I have to stop by the hospital too, and visit Mrs. Barker, so I'll be most of the afternoon. When I get back you can help me get supper ready."

"Okay, Mom."

"Goodbye, dear," said Paula's father.

Thank goodness she's gone, thought Paula, fidgeting restlessly on the soft blanket. Now I can get a chance to really talk to. Dad without her making me look like a child. What's the matter with her anyway? You'd think that she could see that I'm grown up. One thing for sure, I'll never treat my daughter like that when I'm thirty-eight. Dad is so different. He treats me like a woman, and gosh – is he ever good looking! He should have been a movie star. I wonder what it'd be like to be kissed by him – a real kiss, I mean, not a fatherly peck on the cheek. Heather said you can always tell if a man is a good lover by the way he kisses. I wonder where she heard that.

"Hey, young lady. What are you so deep in thought about?" her father asked, grinning at her. "You look like you have all the problems of the world, resting on those beautiful white shoulders of yours."

Paula blushed, wondering for a moment if he was reading her thoughts. A strange and exciting tingle swirled through her almost naked body as she thought of telling her father what she'd really been thinking. Would he really kiss her – plunge his tongue deep into her mouth the way a man kisses a woman?

"Wouldn't you like to know!" Paula laughed, her young femininity asserting itself. "Besides, I don't have white shoulders. Look – I've got a really good tan!"

Her father looked. As the precocious girl pushed down the top of the scanty material that encased her taut young buttocks, she revealed a strip of snow white, girlishly taut belly. But more than that she also displayed her fringe of golden pubic hair for her father's eager eyes to gaze upon. He looked amused, but Paula was quick to notice he was undeniably aroused as well. She could see his excited cock was making a considerable bulge in the front of his trousers. The thought that she had caused that gave Paula a sense of power – and confidence.