The Daughter's Tattoo

That Saturday night, I decided to give a "general" in the living room closet. It had become a kind of junk storage because all the trinkets that were left at home was stored there. Poliana my daughter did her work for technical school sitting nearby on the table. My wife Mariana was staying with my sister-in-law's house next door where she spent the week taking care of nephews while she took a short trip with her husband. She could bring them into our house but it was an implicit and difficult person to live together.
Pollyana had grown into a beautiful young woman of eighteen. Her short light brown hair, well-made face with expressive pale brown eyes and slender body gave her that air of innocence peculiar to her age. I could not get tired of holding her in my arms and smelling the sweet scent of youthfulness on her lips.
I noticed a different stain appearing on her skin near the waist of her shorts as she passed me toward the kitchen.
"Poliana, can you come over here for a minute?"
I pointed at her skin, below the navel. "What is this?" She with the world's most innocent face:
She obediently lowered her shorts, until the beginning of a tattoo flower appeared.
"A tattoo?" I asked, surprised and disappointed.
What does your mother think of this?
<unk>She doesn't know and you are not going to tell her.
"I don't know"... I looked at her very seriously and asked to come closer. She stood a few inches away from me, and I could see the tattoo disappearing under my shorts thighs.
"Is she going any lower?" She nodded, shaking her head.
"Who did this tattoo?" I asked wondering if some man might have had access to my daughter's private parts.
<unk>Mara, the tattoo and piercing shop owner from Tatoodobem shopping mall.
Let's see some more of her.
I thought he was going to vehemently refuse, but a silent acquiescence so that I would have a fuller view of his tattoo moved me.
I unbuttoned my shorts and pulled the zipper down a little bit, until there was an elastic band on her panties. I could see that the tattoo disappeared underneath it in the form of a flowery bouquet. I looked up at my daughter's face as she with half-open mouth stared intently at what I was doing. Her breathing was slightly gasping.
How far does it go?
"Not much further, Father".
I gently pulled my thumb and forefinger over the elastic band of her panties, and I could see my daughter's mount Venus without pubic hair.
What happened to your hair?
I don't have many and Mrs. Mara scraped them to make the tattoo
"My poor girl... did it hurt dear?"
It really hurt.
"Poor little thing". I leaned over and gave her a kiss on the pubic area. She let out this soft, uh-oh!
"Was that good, honey?" I asked looking into her eyes.
"Would you like me to do this again?"
It's very tasty.
I kissed her pubic region more slowly, licking its extension to near the elastic of her panties. She put both hands on my head.
This is delicious.
I heard the ranger at the steel gate in front of the house, and quickly put my daughter's clothes back on.
We'll check this out later, all right?
I'm going to finish my homework from technical school.
My wife walked into the living room, saying something about getting one of Pollyanna's old childhood movies but stopped by her daughter.
Didn't you finish your homework yet, to tidy up the house?
I stopped her hand just as she was about to slap Pollyanna.
That's why this girl is becoming more and more of a tramp.
Look, look... It's not a matter of beating up.
"I'm going back to those pests", he slammed the front door.
"Thank you, Dad", said my daughter with a sigh of relief.
Such disagreements between my wife and me often turned into prolonged arguments.
"Have you finished your homework?" I asked fatherly.
Just a little bit more.
When you're done, go take a shower and let me know when you are ready.
She left the room and returned a few minutes later, standing there staring at me with both hands behind her back.
Did you really take a bath?
"Yes". She answered and kept looking at me.
Let's now take a more complete look at this tattoo.
She came very close to me. I could see that there was no hesitation on her part. Without warning she pulled down the shorts and panties lower than before, leaving all of the skin between my bellybutton and Mount Venus exposed for me.
She's going deeper than that, Dad.
I realized that something very special was going on with my daughter and me, for now she asked me to go further in the exploration of her body.
Even though you are the most beautiful young woman I know, I can't go on.
Having said this, I leaned over to her and licked the lower part of her exposed skin.
I don't mind if you want to see all my tattoos.
I pulled my panties down a little further and noticed that the tattooed twig was still coming underneath her elastic band.
"It would be better if we stopped there daughter and you go get ready for bed. I love you very much that you are the most beautiful young woman I know but this is all".
I could see that conflicting feelings were raging between Pollyanna's body and her mind.
"When you're ready for bed, come kiss your old man good night".
I said that to reassure my daughter, so she'd know that despite what happened between us nothing had changed.
She came back into the room with a baby-doll sleeping set and walked over to the couch where I was watching The Nightly News.
"Dad, aren't you even a little bit interested in seeing the rest of that tattoo?"
I looked at her for a long time. Her eyes were glowing and the mouth, slightly half-opened, was breathing lightly.
"All right, lock the door in case your mother wants to come back again today".
When she came back, it was standing right next to me that I continued sitting on the couch.
"It's a beautiful bouquet and roses. It grows in a very special place".
I took a hand to her butt, smoothing it out gently and as she licked the tattoo... pushed my index finger between the lips of her lovely little bouquet... smoothing all along its slit until I stopped at the clitoris. She instinctively unclenched her legs... pulled my fingers back and stuck my tongue into her cleft, more intensely licking the cletus... with an index finger from the hand that was on her buttocks... slipping away the creases in her ass.
This is fantastic, suck my ice cream instead of licking it.
She threw herself on the couch for me, already knowing what was about to happen.
With my middle finger and forefinger, I opened the lips of the pocket while with my other hand I guided the head of my dick into the crack but didn't push.
You can put it in for goodness sake, Dad.
I didn't beg, so I went to the toilet and squeezed her hymen open without her even noticing. When she felt my arms around her uterus, I started pumping hard. She screamed with delight and kissed me on the mouth to drown out the noise. Instinctively she rolled up her hips, waved her body in undulating movements and laughed deeply. I pulled back my cane and smiled at the tattoo. We were half-faced looking into each other ecstatically.
I'll see you later.
What's that?
"Trust me when you want".
But don't forget that your mother is a whore.