Incest phone sex was something I learned at a young age from daddy teaching me. I remember our cocksucking lesson like it was yesterday.
I nodded nervously but eagerly took him into my mouth again – this time going further than ever before until I felt the familiar gag reflex kicking in at the back of my throat. But with practice and determination, I pushed past that feeling until it became second nature; learning how far down to take him without choking myself or losing control entirely over this newfound power over men’s pleasure centers within their bodies… It wasn’t long after when Daddy began thrusting gently against my face signaling that he wanted more pressure from me – which only made things hotter!
As our session progressed (and trust me they were many), there came a point where both our moans filled up every corner of that small room as we both reached climax together: mine from sheer excitement while Daddy shot ropes upon ropes of warm cum straight down my throat causing me to swallow reflexively around each delicious drop filling me up inside out! Afterward there would always be hugs & kisses exchanged along with promises After our sessions, daddy would always give me big hugs and kisses, telling me how proud he was of me for learning so quickly. He’d say things like “You’re such a good girl” or “I’m the luckiest man alive to have a daughter like you.” It made me feel special and loved in a way that I had never felt before.
As time went on, our playtime became more frequent. Sometimes we’d do it in his room, sometimes in the living room if mom was out running errands. He even started taking pictures and videos of us together, which he said were just for him but I knew he shared them with some of his friends because I’d catch glimpses of their reactions when they came over – they couldn’t believe what they were seeing!