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Divorced in my late 40s, I had reluctantly accepted a life apart from my daughter since my ex-wife's insistence after our separation. Contact dwindled from weekly visits to sparse interactions, a situation made more complex as she excelled in gymnastics and my ex remarried. Despite my pride in her university scholarship, my congratulatory text went unanswered. I held onto hope that she would reach out when ready.

That moment unexpectedly came one December. A text from her requested a pick-up from her dorm, hinting at a brief reunion before she would join her mother for the holidays. However, nothing prepared me for the sight of her in a wheelchair, her figure now resembling a ballerina's, her independence visibly altered.

Helping her into my truck, I braced myself for a journey of rediscovery. At my ranch, a quiet sanctuary outside the city, she retreated to the guest room, a silent plea for solitude I honored. After an afternoon tending to the farm, I approached her room with dinner. Discovering her struggling on the floor, determination etched on her face, I gently helped her up. A conversation with her mother later revealed the challenge ahead: a torn ligament demanding rigorous physiotherapy.

Our mornings began at dawn, embarking on a journey of healing and reconnection. The exercises, demanding close physical assistance, highlighted her growth into a striking young woman, her beauty and resilience shining through her initial despondency. Our sessions evolved into playful banter, her spirit gradually rekindling.

Over days of shared toil and laughter, her progress was undeniable. Long horse rides across the ranch nurtured a dialogue long absent, mending the emotional distance between us. In those moments, a newfound understanding and bond emerged, bridging the gap that time and circumstances had created.

Except this wasn’t a father/daughter relationship, as the days went by it was clear that some form of attraction had built up between us, the physio sessions often escalated into play fighting and the intense stretching I was helping her with had her grunts turn into moans when I was pushing her hard. After a week going at it, it was clear that we were getting to the point where we wondered who was going to make the first move.

The moment came late one evening as we were both watching TV, both covered in the same fleece blanket on the couch, her head buried in the nook of my shoulder we were watching an old movie, a pretty plain romcom. An hour in, an unexpected rather intense sex scene between the two main characters started. Between the feeling of my daughter’s body on my shoulder her hands around my waist I fought body and soul to hide the emerging erection. It was inevitable as the head of my penis started emerging from the waistband of my joggers, pushing on her arm. I felt her slightly recoil and was already preparing a scenario in my head where I would say that I was asleep (false of course)

But the recoil only lasted a few instants, her fingers started running on the tip of my cock, her nails gently petting, as if she was caressing and teasing a small creature. I suddenly heard a giggle and she looked up at me biting her lower lip only her head visible out of the blanket

“Do you want me to take care of this?” She said with a cute little smirk.

I looked at her, feeling in a daze of lust as her head disappeared under the fleece covers, all of a sudden, a warm wet feeling surrounded my cock, the tightness of her fingers gently pushing down my pants to free my penis “Mmmh” I heard her moan as the motion of her hand moved to my shaft, the slow movement, up and down, the circling motion of her tongue on my tip, it only took a few minutes until I felt my seed move up and flood her mouth. “Mmmmmmh” she moaned as I heard the swallowing gulping sounds of her throat ingesting every rope of cum I could throw at it. My hand immediately moved to the warmth of her underwear where I felt the moistness of her cunt on my fingers.

Her head emerged from the covers “ It’s warm down there she said with a smile”, a drop of cum visible on her lips. I showed her the moistness on my fingers and teasingly said “Do you want me to take care of this?”

She laughed “ Of course, silly … but let’s finish the movie first”