Daddy's tongue was taking the first steps in turning me into a woman.

The handsome man placed his fingertip at the very top of my slit, a fraction of an inch above my clit.

He pressed against my love button's foreskin – the semi-circle of flesh that usually all but covered the center of my womanly pleasure.

He pushed upward and peeled the flesh away from my little man in the boat, so the entire clit was exposed and vulnerable to my Daddy's oral caress.

My clit felt as, hard as a marble as it quivered in front of his face. I could feel the sticks of TNT getting ready to go off in that ball of fiery flesh.

He could tell that I was not in the mood to be teased.

All of the muscles in my body were tensed and trembling. My senses of time and space were beginning to distort.

Everything seemed to take a lot longer than it probably did.

Daddy placed the tip of his tongue directly on my clit – but pulled it away before my come could start.

A lightning bolt of physical pleasure shot up the length of my suddenly arched backbone to my brain.

I couldn't help but buck.

I thrust upward with my loins.

I almost smacked Daddy's nose with my hard pubic bone.

Daddy wrapped his strong arms around my slim upper thighs.

He placed his hands on my lower belly and pinned my ass to the rug.

He wasn't about to have his nose busted while giving me head.

Daddy dabbed at my clit again.

Again I jerked.

His clitoral caresses were as short and light as he could make them – yet the sensation was amplified about a zillion times from the acuteness of my incestuous arousal.

I begged.

"Please, Daddy."

He blew cool air on my love button.

"Make me come, Daddy."

Daddy smiled, paused, and then put his tongue on the center of my womanly pleasure for keeps.