Ever since mom passed away, I had this special tradition. She was always a pain in my ass with her Catholic rules and I wanted to dance on her grave when she was finally gone. Fucking Cunt! So, every year on that anniversary I would dance nude to Stigmata on her grave. What I didn’t know was that daddy always followed me and wanked off watching.
This year I saw him behind the trees. We had a lot of wind and rain which not only blew off most of the leaves he hid behind but made things rather muddy. I was drinking, smoking a bit and dancing in the mud when I heard my dad’s voice. He asked me what the fucking hell I was doing but in his haste he fucking forgot to zip back up. He grabbed me my my shoulder and when I tried to pull away we both slipped in the mud.
“Fuck me daddy, right here on the bitch’s grave”, I whispered in his ear. He pushed his tongue in my warm wet absinthe tasting mouth as he shoved his dick in my wet, creamy fuckhole. I wrapped my legs around his back as he pounded me hard. I have always wanted to fuck him, I mean my daddy is hot and apparently he always wanted me. Now we have a yearly tradition! At least the bitch was good for one thing!
Goth Girl Ivy
