This silky heat embraced me. This wondrous passion engulfed me. Our flesh slapped together. The bed creaked beneath us as I plowed my cock into her ov...er and over. She whimpered beneath me, clutching me tight as our tongues danced.I loved my daughter in a way no daddy should. Not unless he could edit reality.Sam moved beneath me. Her hips undulated, stirring around my cock, giving me such pleasure. Every thrust into my daughter's incestuous depths brought me closer and closer to erupting in. Then one night she drove 50 miles and showed up at my door. She had tears in her eyes and was shaking. The timing couldn't of been worse since my girlfriend was staying with me. I invited her in and we sat on the couch together. Julie was about to tell me something when my girlfriend came out wearing just a shirt and panties. Julie was sharp and her quick wit made a story about her getting into a heated argument with her fiancée. My girlfriend bought the story and went back to bed. I walked. I had to know.“Princess, why did you hit me so hard? Not hit me, I understand that, but hit me so hard?” I asked.“Something Dad once said,” she answered.“Your Dad told you to hit me?” I inquired, somewhat stunned.“No,” she laughed. “He was telling us a story about his grandfather, who lived on a farm. Back in those days, they used mules to plow fields. My great-grandfather apparently had a mule who would work all day long. But only after being forced to start. My great-grandfather used to say. “You literally have no filter,” I said and I felt as though I should be angry but the whole thing felt too goddamn surreal. “I didn’t sign up for this kinda talk.”“I just wanna know!” he groaned. “Come on, Ally!”“I’m not comfortable talking about it,” I sulked. “The past is in the past.”“It’s just talk,” Robbie coaxed, “Just words. We shouldn’t hide stuff from each other, should we?”He stepped languidly off the bed and stretched, walking towards me.“We shouldn’t hide stuff?” I asked..