Furthermore, despite her shame, Jennifer could not keep herself from moaning and squirming around as the thrill of her coming laced through her overheated loins.

She snatched up the soap and began to lather her belly furiously, pretending that the little whimpers she was making were caused by the pleasure of laving herself and working up a thick lather to conceal the incriminating cunt juice in the water.

Her father had stared for some time.

Then he had smiled – a rather strange and strained smile, in fact – then turned away, leaving the room.

Jennifer sighed with relief.

She figured that he hadn't realized what she had been doing, after all. Her cunt juice did look quite a bit like soapsuds, all frothy and lathery, and a girl might well squirm and moan, in all innocence and purity, when she was soaping her belly.

She relaxed. Then, quite suddenly, a wash of lust coursed through her, running like malaria through her veins.

Incest was awfully naughty. And awfully exciting, too.

Jennifer would never dream of committing such a sin.

But she could think about it, in all the juicy details, while once more she rubbed her cunt to a foam.

In fact, Jennifer's father had been perfectly aware of what his daughter was doing in the tub, and he had identified that cunt juice the moment he saw it float to the surface.

And what was his reaction? Was he shocked by the revelation? Shocked or not, he was certainly affected by it. He had not, in truth, really looked at Jennifer before – not as a man looking at a woman. Now he was stunned to realize that she was nubile and sexy and, obviously, horny. Her soap-slippery body was tremendously stimulating, infinitely desirable, absolutely inspirational.

She had those sweet, plump titties, floating on the surface of the water like water wings, and her fat nipples looked like the valves by which those water wings had been inflated!