"No Daddy! You can't put your finger inside of my butt!" She exclaimed in fright at the thought of her son entering her from the back entrance, as it was way too much for someone like her, who was quite tame and inexperienced when it came to any sexual activities due to the nature of her relationship.
"It's nothing to be scared of Abi. It's just my finger." He acted as if it was really nothing special. "Your own mother has taken something much bigger than a finger and has enjoyed every inch of it, so you honestly have nothing to be afraid off."
"B-But it will hurt...I don't think I can handle the pain." She said hesitantly, as her resistance to getting fingered from behind lessened since he made it really seem like a pleasurable act.
"I promise it won't, Abi. At most, you will feel your hole getting a little tighter and something wriggling around inside. But nothing more than that." He said solemnly. "And if it does hurt or if you feel uncomfortable, I'll take it out immediately, so you have nothing to worry about."
"Will you really take your finger out if I tell you to?" She asked as she looked up at him with teary eyes, like she was asking if she could trust him.
"Of course, Abi. The moment you say the word, my finger will escape the dark and come into the light."
"You promise?" She asked in a low tone.
"I promise." He solemnly sweared, which made her cover her head in his chest, which was also her silently giving him her approval to do what he must.
He gave a slight smile at winning his daughter over with a few words for persuasion, and his fingers wriggled closer to her asshole, which was currently clenched right when it knew that it was currently going to be penetrated by a foreign object. Her buttcheeks also tightened up, which made it feel like her son's hands were enveloped in a water bag full of hot oil because of how warm her body was at the moment. But no matter how much her cheeks tried to squeeze out his hands, they were no match for the experienced hands, which easily navigated in between her crevices and reached her asshole.
His fingers were right next to her dark hole that has never been explored, and they were barely touching the outer rim, where the feeling of her skin changed and became much more delicate. Her fingers were almost gliding on her gummy skin because of how smooth it was, and she could feel her son running the tips of her fingers across the outer rim and circling it.
She trembled at the ticklish sensation she was feeling as her most sensitive area was being lapped by his fingers, and the thought that her son could probably feel the outer grooves on her rim embarrassed her to the extreme, and she held onto him so tightly that her fingers were digging into his chest.
But no matter how much it hurt her son as she clawed at his skin, he didn't seem to mind one bit and was carefully circling the outer area of her asshole like he was trying to find the exact radius and shape of her rim so that he could visualize it in his head like a blind person.
He was poking and stroking that thin membrane of skin so much that he could probably sculpt a statue of her anus without even using his eyes.
"Abi, I was wondering if you wanted to paint with me tomorrow?" He asked a weird question out of nowhere, while at the same time caressing a part of her body that no one has ever laid their eyes on.
"S-Sure, daddy, I can bring out my paint kit and canvas and we can go...Hmm~...t-to the park tomorrow to paint the lake there." She didn't know why her son suddenly wanted to paint with her, but nonetheless she was happy to spend time with her and immediately agreed to his suggestion.
"The park?...Yeah, I don't that would be the most appropriate place to paint the figure I have in mind." He said, like any public place would be inappropriate for the painting he was going to draw. "We also aren't going to be painting, and it's more like we're indenting a certain part onto paper."
"You mean like stamp painting with flowers or leafs...Hnnn~...w-where you dip a flower into paint and press it onto paper to get that shape?" She was an art student, so she immediately figured out what her son was talking about but was still struggling to keep her moans in as her son was still playing around her asshole.
"Yes, that's exactly what I'm talking about, Abi." He said in a praising tone, while spreading her cheeks more so he didn't leave any part of her rim untouched. "We're going to do that stamp painting that you probably already did in school for art school."
"But only this time, we aren't going to use flowers or vegetables."
"Then what are we going to use?" She asked as she felt her ass loosen up from the thought of having a pleasant time with her son tomorrow.
"We're going to your asshole." His sudden statement made her blink her eyes, and her ass, which had just loosened up, tightened up immediately.
"...W-We're going to use what, Daddy?" She asked, wondering if she had heard wrong. But unfortunately for her, her hearing was pitch perfect, as her son said
"We're going to use your asshole...I mean not the entirety of it, but the outline of your anus on the outside, which I'm touching right now." He applied pressure to her outer ridge, like he was showing her what she wanted to paint. "I'll use some paint that's safe on your skin, since that part of your body is quite delicate and tender, judging by how it feels and twitches when I touch it, and apply it to your orifice. And then, after adding enough paint, you'll just have to press your ass on some paper, and we'll get a picture-perfect print of your anus."
"Daddy!!!" She couldn't hear anymore of the absurd painting he was trying to make with her asshole, which had been hidden all these years, and she couldn't help but shout out to stop him.
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"It's fine, Abi." He seemed to have thought that she only had some minor problems with what he said that could be solved with some words from him. "I know that you're scared that the paint will be stuck to your skin and you'll have a colourful butt for the rest of your life. So, I'll make sure that we use paint that can be easily washed off."
"That's not what I'm worried about!!" She exclaimed, even though what her son said was a thought she also had in the back of her mind.
"Oh, so you want to choose the colour I paint your asshole?" He thought of another problem his daughter might have. "Well, I did want to choose the colour myself. But since you insist so much, I'll let you do it...It's even fine if you choose to make it colourful and turn it into a rainbow, as I'm pretty sure the print of your anus would be beautiful no matter what colour it's in."
"That's not it either, Daddy!!" She didn't know where her son, who was so docile earlier, got so many perverted ideas. "I just want to know why we have to do something as shameful as colouring in m-my bumhole, when we can just go to the park and paint some beautiful scenery there."
"I didn't suggest us to paint, just so that we could make a beautiful painting together." He admitted. "I did it so that we can specifically make a real-life image of your behind, using your orifice as a stamp."
"Why would you want to do something as perverted as that?" Her son's explanation still didn't make sense to her.
"Well, when I was playing with your asshole, I realised that even though you've had it for all your life, you never would've actually seen your asshole yourself." He said, which made sense since it wasn't necessary for anyone to see their own hole. "And even if you tried, you wouldn't be able to, since it's in a place where your eyes can't reach."
"So that's why I thought that if we applied some paint to the inside of your butt and you squatted down on some paper, we would be able to get a perfect print of your asshole?" He said like he was trying to preserve the image of her anus in the most elegant way possible.
"Can't I just see it in a mirror if I turn around and look back?...O-Or couldn't you just show it to me by taking a photo?" She didn't deny her willingness to do what her son said immediately and wanted to know more about his thought process and procedure, since she was kind of interested in what her son was talking about since it involved art, time with her son, and the tingling feeling she got whenever her son laid hands on her, which she all loved. "I mean, wouldn't it be much more easier that way, Daddy?"
"I mean, it would be easier, and I could probably spread your cheeks towards the mirror in the bedroom and show you how your anus looks right now." He said, which made her asshole twitch like it wasn't ready to be gazed upon. "But a picture or seeing it through the mirror wouldn't be as real as seeing it with your own eyes, and it wouldn't be able to capture the true beauty of your orifice."
"How can you call it beautiful when you've never seen it yourself?" She blushed at the sudden compliment, which she had never heard before.
"How can I not call it beautiful when it belongs to you, Abi?" He said, while deep into her eyes and poking her anus, like he was making sure she knew what he was talking about. "From your anus, which probably looks like a pink chrysanthemum, to the two tender petals you have down below, which are likely blushing like your cheeks right now, I'm pretty sure that any part of my daughter's body is as beautiful as she is."
"And considering how picturesque your mother's view is down there, to the extent that I sometimes get lost while gazing at her deep hole, I'm pretty damn sure that you're not that far off from her." A sly smile popped up on his face, like he wanted to make two prints with his wife and daughter and frame them side by side to see who's anus looks the best.
"Stop comparing the place I poop out to Mommy's, Daddy! It's embarassing!" She exclaimed in a flustered manner and gripped the tip of her finger that was about to enter her anus.
"And how would that area even reach the paper? It's impossible."
"You don't have to worry about that, as your father has his ways." He said, as if he already planned out how the exotic painting session would go in his head and was ready to carry through with it at any given moment.
"We'll talk about that later, Daddy." She neither denied or accepted what he said. "We first have to focus on the task at hand."
"Oh right. I was just about to stick my finger up your ass." Her son said, which made her realise what they were doing and made her regret reminding her son of it.
And once he was reminded about what he was just doing, he poked her anus once again to see if it would budge. But just like before, it was shut tight and didn't seem like it would let his finger in no matter what. And even though her son was only poking her hole; like he was using a stick to provoke an animal, she was already feeling it throughout her entire body, as each time his slender finger touched the soft skin of her anus, it would send jolts of electricity throughout her body and would make her jiggle her ass unconsciously.
Her son didn't mind her holding him tighter and tighter every time she could feel something trying to creep into her body, and was trying his very best to get in by wriggling his fingers through the narrow hole. His middle finger was like a worm who's only way to get back home was through her whole and was trying its very best to enter by thrashing around the outside and trying to stick its head into the crack. And if that didn't work, it would directly try to pierce the hole, which would only make her jolt up and whimper and absolutely do no damage in trying to open her up.
And just when she thought that her defenses were invulnerable and was feeling proud of herself from keeping her son's from entering her, her son suddenly took out one of his hands from her hands. She thought that he had given up and was feeling relieved that he didn't go any further since she was feeling a little too good with what he was doing and she didn't want to get addicted to that sensation. But out of her expectation, her son didn't simply let her go like she thought he would and brought his hand towards his lips.
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