Mine

This is a short story about a date night in an ideal relationship.

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I walk into the lobby of the cinema hand-in-hand with my daughter Katie on our date night, ticket stubs torn. We drove a few towns away so that we wouldn't run into anyone who would know us, and we would be free to kiss, fondle, and grope without anyone knowing the incestuous love we share. We separated for a few minutes as she went to the bathroom, and I stood in line for refreshments. While in line, I think again of how lucky I am and of all the things she is to me: lover, best friend, partner, cumslut, and so much more. She is my everything, and someday, I will make her one thing more: a mother. After I obtained our snacks, I saw her waiting by the theater entrance, politely ignoring a ruffian hitting on her. I give a slight smirk as I think of how futile that boy's efforts are.

Whose cock did my girl surround with her lips to wake up Daddy today?

Mine.

Whose cum drooled into and soaked her panties while we walked through the grocery store?

Mine.

Whose cock had been her appetizer for the meal before our movie?

Mine.

Whose cum was going to be in her stomach before the movie ended?

Mine.

Nobody else had a chance. She is already claimed. She is mine.

My girl saw me walking toward her and became visibly relieved as the irritating man became more vulgar. She looks at my face, then my crotch, and back to my face again, as was her habit. She smiles as I walk over to place my arm around her, ignoring the bothersome miscreant to show him his proper place, and I hand my darling slut her drink to free one of my hands. I drift my free hand lower and cup her ass over her short skirt so everyone watching would know the one word going through my mind:

"Mine."

During the movie, I taste her juices on my fingers as she leans over in the darkness to feast on what she craves. This theater was our favorite, as we could move the armrests to allow us to cuddle. The excitement of performing our ritual in such a place heightens our senses. I move my hands over the accessible parts of her body, slowly and quietly, so as not to attract unwanted attention. I feel her worship my cock and sense her yearning to renew the connection that we share so often. I place my hand on her head as she uses her hands as little as possible, only using one hand to steady the base of my cock for her mouth to do all the work. As I feel her hair slide through my fingers, a familiar word enters my mind as I close my eyes and sigh in contentment:

"Mine."

In the car, my girl has a full stomach and a sopping-wet pussy. While in the parking lot, I lean over to kiss her, and we lose track of time, making out and grabbing each other as our lust is just too much to bear. We finally tear away and start our drive. During the drive home, she teases my cock through my open fly and looks at me as I drive with a look of devotion that makes my heart melt. She still remembers the taste of my love for her on her tongue, and her fingers rub her tummy as she thinks of how it contains the seed that solidified the bond between us. Her fingers travel to her pussy for a moment and then move to me to brush her juices over my lips. My tongue tastes my favorite flavor as my cock surges with vitality. I groan in ecstasy, envisioning how she will spend all night taking all of my cum in her holes and using her mouth to rejuvenate me over and over again.

I can see her pussy in my mind's eye, cleanly shaved for Daddy, and it makes my mouth water as I think of how our final act of love for the night will end. She will only sleep after I feast on her wet snatch and then make her pussy drool with my cum, marking her once more as my property. Before I explode in her, hoping to impregnate her even though she is still on birth control, there is one word that I will say with each thrust:

"Mine."

We finally arrive home, both of us impatient to resume our favorite activities. I sit back on the sofa as Katie walks through the door to the living room, her hands filled with alcoholic beverages for each of us. A strand of hair falls across her face that she is unable to brush back without free hands, so she purses her lips to blow it to the side. As she does this, I look intently at her mouth; then my gaze travels down past the swell of her breasts and down to her short skirt, a blue plaid piece that makes it nowhere near her knees that she wears because she knows how much it excites me. My eyes dart back up to hers, and we lock eyes, only to have her break our gaze again as her eyes snap down to my crotch once more. She once again sees what she was hoping for, my swelling member straining for her touch. I see impatience take over her expression as she hurriedly places the drinks on the table and gets on her knees.

My thirsty daughter crawls over, unbuttons my pants, and unzips my fly. I lift my ass slightly to allow her to tug my pants and underwear down in one movement; Katie is quite practiced at this. I see her panties peek out from her skirt in a decorative mirror I specifically placed for this purpose; I love seeing her ass and her face as she worships the cock that owns her. I swell with pride at the thought my cock is the one she picked and her body is the one I own. One word enters my mind, springing to the forefront of my conscious thought from my primal urges deep in the recesses of my mind:

"Mine."

My girl stares at my cock, just as entranced by it as the first time she saw it. She lightly blows on it and gives it little kisses and licks to tease it to full hardness. My thick manhood is in her grip, fully engorged, as a look of satisfaction suffuses my little girl's face. She dives in, honing her skills, giving us both the most pleasure possible and connecting our souls once more. Her eyelids close as her eyes roll back in her head, and she quivers from the pleasure pulsing directly from her mouth to her pussy. Her cunt drips as she looks up at me, deep into my eyes, and keeps my cock in her mouth just enough so that I can clearly hear her moan one word:

"Mine."