Gender: Female Age: 57 Location: New York
|Introduction: Daddy and daughter must say goodbye|
I don't know how long I dozed for, but when I woke up it was dark and Lizzy had my limp prick in her mouth. I just laid still and enjoyed the sensation of her warm mouth and soft tongue. She didn't even care that I wasn't hard, she just had to have it.
"Not wasting a single second, eh?" I murmured.
"I think I'm addicted to your penis, Daddy. I love how it looks, and the way it feels. Your cock tastes so good. Especially after it's been inside me." She sucked it back between her lips and twirled it around. I closed my eyes and smiled.
The next time I woke up--at least I think I woke up, maybe I was dreaming--I felt the bed moving. Lizzy was kneeling next to me, staring at my naked cock and fingering herself with unhurried intensity. Her tits looked so beautiful in the dim light filtering in through the window. God, how I loved that girl of mine.
I opened my eyes and the pale hint of dawn lit the bedroom. My baby girl was still naked, curled up next to me asleep. My mind wandered, thinking back on the past couple of weeks. I remembered the thrill of seeing those tits of hers for the first time as she stepped off the bus. I thought about how I would steal peeks at her bare legs and sweet ass as she traipsed around the trailer in them little shorts she liked to wear.
Memories of each small step we took to get to where we were now played through my head. The time she helped me carry Darla to bed--that magical night when it all started. I'll never know what possessed me to suck Darla's titty like that in front of my daughter--probably the whiskey--but it was the beginning of something I never could of thought would come to be. As wrong as it might be in the end, I wouldn't take back a single thing.
It was about then that I realized my cock was at full mast. Maybe it was nothing more than me being piss-hard, but I didn't want to let it go to waste. I rolled over on top of Lizzy and settled myself in between her legs.
I treated myself to a mouthful of one of her nipples. They were usually all crinkled up and excited by the time I saw them, but with her asleep they was all smooth and relaxed. They looked bigger and wider than I ever thought they could be. It was a lovely sight.
It didn't take long before she stirred. Without opening her eyes, she spread her legs wider and let me know she was ready and more than willing. My dick eased into her without the need of any guidance at all. We just seemed to fit together like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Once I was as far in as I could go, I worked my hips around, grinding myself into her real soft and gentle. Lizzy let out a sleepy moan. Damn, she looked more beautiful to me that ever.
I kept working my hard cock around in her pussy. It wasn't long before her hips were answering my motions. She opened her eyes and gave me a big grin.
"Good morning, Daddy."
"Mornin', sweet pea."
"I wish I could wake up like this every day."
"You an' me both."
She wrapped her arms and legs around me and pulled me tight to her. She nuzzled my neck, and it tickled like crazy. I never wanted this moment to end.
I made love to my little girl that morning. We wasn't fucking, or humping, or getting off. It was making love, pure and simple. There was no rush, no fretting about if I was doing this right or doing that wrong, no concern about the past or the future. It was just her and me, in that moment, joined together.
Her body was so soft and warm under me. It was complete acceptance. Not an ounce of judgment or regret came between us. I knew right then that this was as close as I'd ever be to something that was truly perfect.
After several minutes, I could feel Lizzy's movements become more insistent. She was getting close. And so was I.
My response matched her firm pressure, pushing into her with short, deliberate thrusts, and not the wild pounding we shared the night before. Her breath was hot in my ear as she clung to me.
"I love you, Daddy," she whispered just as her body began to spasm. "I love you so much."
Her words sent a tingle up my back and before I knew it I was cumming too. She held me so tight I don't know that I could have pulled out if I wanted to. I'm almost ashamed to admit that I was selfish enough in that moment that I didn't want to pull out. I wanted to cum with my daughter, feeling a pleasure I might never get a chance to feel again, and nothing else mattered.
I told myself that my tanks were likely still empty, and that I didn't just shoot a load of sperm deep inside my own daughter's pussy, but it weren't an easy sell. Odds were nothing would come of it, and there wasn't likely any harm in it.
That sensation had washed over me like nothing I ever experienced before. I was never one to buy into all that mushy romantic nonsense, but I got a sideways inkling of what it was all about at that instant. We was connected as one. So much so that I could feel my eyes getting all watery. My heart ached with how much I was going to miss her.
I know it sounds like sentimental foolishness, but there it was.
Lizzy didn't let go for a good while. I stayed inside her for as long as I could. After a time my cock got too soft and slowly slithered out of the snug embrace of her wet hole. We both knew then that it was time to get moving.
I showered while she started packing. She showered while I loaded her things in the back of the truck. I cooked us up some eggs and bacon, but neither one of us was much hungry. Little was said other than a word here or there. We both knew that talking would lead us to somewhere neither of us wanted to go.
On the way to the bus station she sat close next to me. I had my arm around her and held her tight all the way. The radio was playing low, and still we didn't speak.
We pulled up to the station and her bus was already there waiting. Both of us sat still, not wanting to believe this was it. I could practically feel her forcing herself not to cry. My own throat felt thick, and it was all I could do to make a show of being strong for my girl.
"When will I see you again? You can come visit, can't you?" she asked in a raspy hush.
"It won't be easy, but we'll see what we can do." The words were like bitter ash on my tongue, knowing as I did that it weren't too likely I'd be able to make that happen.
I got out and pulled her suitcase from the back. Lizzy stayed in the truck until I came around and opened her door. She just sat there looking all sad like she didn't want to move. It was all I could do to not slam the door closed and take her directly back home with me. But I knew that wouldn't lead to anything but trouble for us both.
"C'mon, darlin', we gotta get your ticket squared away and whatnot."
She took a deep breath and slid down out of the cab. I carried her case as we walked to the depot. She stuck real close to me, not saying a word.
Her ticket was waiting for her at the window, and I put her suitcase with the others to be loaded onto the bus. We had about ten minutes before she had to go. I bought her a couple sodas and some snacks from the vending machines to take with her on the ride.
When I sat down next to her on the bench she put her arms around my neck and pressed her cheek against my chest. All I could do was pat her on the back and stroke her hair. I wanted to hold her, and kiss her, and do everything I could to make her feel better and let her know how much I cared about her, but none of those things would've been proper for a father and daughter out in public like we was.
Too soon, the driver called 'all aboard' and folks shuffled onto the bus. Lizzy held me tighter. It was like she maybe thought if she could just hold on strong enough I wouldn't be able to make her go. I wasn't able to help letting my mind run wild with thoughts of how I could make things different. I even thought about just packing up the truck and running away with her somewheres. But I had enough sense to know that would only get us by for so long before it caught up with us one way or another. This was the way it had to be.
"Alright, sweet pea, you gotta get on now."
"One more minute," she sniffled into my shirt.
I kissed her on top of the head. "C'mon, now, let's not get all sad and weepy. We had a great time together, didn't we?"
"And I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. But now you have to get home to your momma and school. Your whole life is waiting for you back there."
"I don't care about any of that." She looked up at my with swollen, watery eyes. "All I want is to stay here and be with you."
"I know, and if it could be like that it's what I'd want, too." I gently pulled her arms from around my neck and held both her hands in mine. "But life don't always give you just what you want, and we all gotta learn how to live with that and be grateful for the things it does bring us. Like how it brought you to me."
She nodded solemnly. I knew she wasn't understanding what I was trying to tell her right then, but maybe someday it'd make sense to her and she'd understand all this. Maybe someday I'd understand it all myself.
The driver yelled out last call to board. I stood and pulled Lizzy up with me.
"Give me a hug, then you have to get goin'."
She gave me a tight squeeze. I hugged her back, then realized she wasn't going to let go. I pried her off me, and it broke my heart to have to push her toward that big, ol' ugly bus.
"Write me a letter when you get home, or maybe call if you can."
"I will." She wasn't outright bawling, but her cheeks were wet with tears. I struggled to keep from crying along with her. I had to be strong for her.
"I love you, Lizzy," I called after her with a croak in my voice.
She didn't turn back, or say nothing--just stepped up onto the bus. My stomach twisted up in a knot. I couldn't blame her for hating me at that moment, but it still hurt like hell.
Lizzy stopped on the steps with her back to me and didn't move. The driver was settled up in his seat and looking like he was ready to pull out. Everyone was waiting on her to get on the bus so they could get going.
She turned and jumped down, then ran straight at me.
"I love you, too, Daddy!"
My daughter leapt into my arms and hit me with a kiss full on the lips. I should have not let her do that, but next thing I knew I was kissing her back. We kissed long, and we kissed hard, like the two lovers that we were right there in front of God and everyone.
The driver tooted the horn, and Lizzy forced herself back from me. We looked each other in the eyes, and a miserable little smile came to her face. All I could do was try to smile back.
She climbed onto the bus, and disappeared from my view. What I could see was the driver scowling at me like he wanted to take my head off with a tire iron. None of the other faces in the windows of that bus were any too friendlier. Fuck 'em. What did they know about it, anyways?
The door to the bus closed with a loud slam, then the bus hissed and pulled away. I struggled to get one last look at Lizzy before she was gone, but I couldn't catch sight of her.
And then it was just me, standing there in the gravel parking lot, alone.
I watched the bus until it was well out of sight, then drove home with the radio off. I tried to think about anything other than my girl, but she was the only thing on my mind.
I stepped through the front door and tossed my keys onto the table. They landed with a loud jangle, forcing me to notice how quiet it was. I hadn't realized how much life Lizzy brought to the place until just then. I found myself staring at the spot she'd left behind on the sofa from yesterday.
The dark stain was only about the size of a half-dollar, but it marked the place where my baby girl gave up her virginity to me. I thought about cleaning it up, but I couldn't bring myself to do it right then.
I went to my room and sat on the bed. I just wanted to curl up, pull the covers over my head, and stay there for a week. Then I noticed a bit of something white poking out from under one of my pillows.
My heart jumped when I lifted the pillow and saw Lizzy's panties there. They was the ones with the little red strawberries that looked so cute on her. I know that I went through the whole place and made double sure she didn't forget to pack anything, and I definitely checked the bed. These weren't left here by accident. Lizzy put them here on purpose for me.
I couldn't resist the urge, and I picked them up and put them to my nose. I inhaled deeply and knew at once that these hadn't been through the wash since she'd worn them last. That's when I finally gave up and quit trying to hold back my tears.
I hate to admit it, since no man should ought to ever lose control of hisself, but there was no helping it. I just sat there and wept like a baby for a good ten minutes. I don't know if I was feeling sorry for myself, or feeling guilty, or realizing how much I was going to be missing from my life now that she was gone. Whatever it was that had me sobbing like that, I was able to pull myself together when I reckoned with the fact that no matter what else I did in my wretched life, at least I did one good thing by bringing that darling baby angel into this world.
I might not have been much in the way of a good father, but that was one thing I could always be proud of.
* * * * *
After a couple weeks I got back together with Darla for a time. It was weird at first between us, but no mention of what had happened that night with Lizzy was made by either one of us. She was a good woman as far as that all goes, but it never did feel quite the same.
Darla eventually moved on to find herself another man. I guess I lost a lot of my appeal for her since I'd stopped drinking. She somehow took it as some kind of insult to her that I had it in my head that I wanted to live a cleaner life.
Lizzy did manage to call me once from the house of one of her friends a few days after she got home. It was so nice to hear her voice. Things didn't sound like they was going all too good for her, but we didn't get much time to talk, so I didn't get all the details. A couple weeks later I got a letter from her.
Apparently she met a fella soon as she got home, and right out of the gate she ended up pregnant from him. I couldn't help feeling somewhat responsible, thinking maybe she got used to all that sex stuff we was doing together and latched onto the first boy that smiled at her. She said in her letter that I best not try to send any mail to the house or her momma would get it and probably throw it away.
I got another letter a few months later. She was going through with having the baby. Lizzy also put in how much she missed me, and wrote some dirty stuff about what she did with herself when she thought about the time she spent with me. I must have read those parts over a hundred times and made myself cum each and every time I did.
There was a long spell when I didn't hear anything from her at all. Then a letter came with a picture of the baby. It was a boy, and she named it after me. Her momma was apparently dead set against that, but I was pleased as punch. He was as cute a little bugger as could be. Lizzy wrote that she thought he looked a lot like me, but I didn't much see it. There was no mention of the boy that was supposed to have knocked her up.
I got another letter or two after that. One came with a picture of my grandson on his first birthday, but then I guess life got too busy for Lizzy to keep up. I still have all her letters, and I take them out and read them over every so often. They really pick me up when I'm feeling down.
I don't know how else things could have turned out, but sometimes I can't help thinking that I should have gone and got her and took her home with me. I miss her just about every day, but there's no help for that. I just keep reminding myself how lucky I was to have the time that I did with her. Least ways, now I know what love really feels like.
Damn, that girl had a nice rack...
* * * * *
I sat on my porch sipping on a tall, cool glass of sweet tea and watching Old Man Tillard puttering around his yard rearranging them lawn ornaments for the fifth time in as many days. I was in nothing but a pair of cutoff jeans and work boots having been up on the roof in the sun all afternoon tacking up new gutters.
A beat-up Chevy Nova come along down the road, and not the badass model from the '70s, but a piece-of-shit hatchback version from the late '90s. The paint was all faded away in spots, and I could hear one of the valves ticking from where I sat. It's a right shame when a fella don't have enough pride to take care of his own vehicle.
When the piece-of-shit slowed down then turned in behind my pick-up truck and shut off with a sputtering wheeze, I figured this guy was going to pester me to use my phone to call for a tow truck, or maybe borrow my hose to fill up a leaky radiator, or some such nonsense. Oh, well, I weren't above helping out a stranger, even if he weren't man enough to keep up his car.
But, as it turns out, it weren't no man. The driver door swung open and a lady stepped out. Course, the first thing I noticed was that she was sporting a sweet rack the likes of which I hadn't seen in a long while. This got me to set up and take notice. She took a few steps toward me, coming out of the thin white cloud of oil smoke that coughed out of her tailpipe, and I about dropped my glass.
That lady was Lizzy.
I didn't know whether to shit or go bowling. I hadn't heard from my daughter in probably about a year, since just after little Levi's first birthday. My mind raced in a thousand different directions at once, and wasn't getting me anywhere that made any sense. I just stood there dumbly as my beautiful girl walked up toward the porch.
I still had barely enough sense left in me to notice the fact that she weren't no girl no more. She was a woman, sure as can be. I couldn't say exactly what the difference was, her body hadn't changed much, except for her hair being a mite shorter, but I guess it was something about the overall way she carried herself now. I suppose being a momma will do that.
"Hey, Lizzy," was all I could manage in my shocked state.
Them two little words set my heart to beating with a joy I hadn't felt in what seemed like ages.
"You look good, sweet pea."
She gave a sad smile, like she thought I was just saying that to be nice and didn't believe it herself.
"You, too, Daddy." Her eyes wandered down over my sweaty chest and the lean hollow of my belly. "Nice tan."
"Been outside doin' a lot of work on the new place." I patted the porch railing that was between us.
"No more trailer?" She sounded disappointed about that.
"I had it drug around back. Couldn't bear to git rid of it...for some reason..."
Lizzy looked around, shuffling one of her clean, white sneakers over the dirt of the driveway. I could tell she was fixing to say something, but she wasn't sure how to say it.
"I was wondering..." she started, then took a deep breath and looked me in the eye. "I was wondering if you still had that pull-out sofa bed?"
* * * * *
I watched with prideful wonder as my growed-up little girl laid her sleeping son--my own grandson--down gently on the cushions of that old sofa. She smoothed the hair away from little Levi's forehead and she gazed down at him with the most purest look of love I ever been witness to. It made me feel all warm inside to be able to see that.
Lizzy looked around my new living room. It was small, and still smelled some of paint and sawdust, and didn't have much in the way of decoration, but she nodded like she approved.
"You did all this yourself?"
"Mostly," I answered, not able to take my attention off my daughter's body. I guess some old habits die hard. "Had help here and there, but I done the bulk of it alone. It was good for me to have a project to keep my mind occupied."
"It's a work in progress."
Little Levi stirred and fussed some, and the two of us snuck out to the kitchen. I cleared some of the clutter off the table and Lizzy had a seat. I couldn't help but notice how tired she looked.
"Want something to drink?" I asked, opening up the 'fridge.
"I wouldn't mind a beer."
"Sorry, all out. Besides, you still ain't old enough to drink."
"Oh, please," she chuckled, "I'm almost twenty. That's like thrity-two in mom-years."
"Sweet tea or orange juice is all I got."
"I'll have whatever you're having."
I poured us a couple a glasses of tea with ice and set down at the table with her. I watched her take a long drink, and couldn't help noticing the way her throat moved with each swallow. Funny how the most regular things can get you turned on for no particular reason.
"You wanna tell me about what's goin' on?" I asked, trying not to sound pushy about it.
"The short version is that momma kicked me out." She looked away out the window and bit at one of her thumbnails. "It's one thing to do that to me, but I don't get how she can put her own grandbaby out on the street like that."
"She can have a hard soul at times, that woman," I said, but could see my words weren't any much comfort. I got the sense that she was holding a lot back, which I knew was never good for a person's state of mind. "What's the long of it?"
Lizzy sighed and wiped at her eyes, forcing herself not to cry.
"About a month ago, Momma decided it would be a great idea to let the loser she was fucking shack up at the house. Not that she asked me, of course, or even thought about Levi. All she cared about was that this bum said he would pay all the bills, and made a hundred other promises that never quite got kept the way he said."
She took another sip of her tea and I could see a bit of a shake in her hand as she lifted the glass.
"So, a few nights ago, I woke up and Clyde--that's the loser's name--well, Clyde was there next to my bed. Right when I opened my eyes he snatched his hand back away from me. That disgusting creep had his little dick out, and was about to feel me up in my sleep." She shivered with revulsion. "I don't know, I think maybe he already got a feel or two before I woke up."
I reached over and put my hand atop of hers. She grasped it and held on. It felt good to touch my daughter again, even if only like this.
"I freaked out right away and started screaming and hollering. I chased him out of my room and he ran like he was going to shit himself from Hell to Wednesday." She shook her head, remembering. "Momma woke up and started in yelling. I told her what Clyde was doing, and she called me a liar, and a whore. I been hearing that from her for years, so it didn't much bother me, but Levi got woke up, too, and it was the first time he was around to hear it."
She couldn't hold back the tears from spilling over and falling down over her cheeks.
"Before, I'd always let her go on the way she did, but I guess that was the end of it for me. I stood up to her and let her know my mind." She squeezed my hand a little tighter. "Oh, she didn't like that one little bit. No, Sir. Momma lost it like I never seen before. She was screaming and cussing me out and accusing me of trying to steal her man. Like I'd ever want that pot-bellied old shitbag."
"I'm sorry, baby," I offered, trying to keep my mind off of hunting up this Clyde fella and kicking his nuts up through the top of his skull. "You don't deserve to be treated like that."
She nodded, probably knowing all along what I said was true, but just needing to hear it said by someone else out loud.
"Everything was so crazy that night, but next thing I know I'm in the car with Levi crying in the backseat and nothing but fourty-eight dollars in my pocket." Lizzy couldn't look at me then. "I'm sorry, Daddy, but I didn't know where else to go."
"I'm glad you come," I said truthfully. "I told you before that I'd do anything for you, darlin', and that still holds. You have no cause to ever have to say sorry for takin' me up on that."
"We only need a place to stay for a little while. Just until I can get together some money, and I can take care of us on my own."
"You don't even have to ask, sweet pea. You an' the boy can stay as long as needs be, y'hear?"
"Just until I can make some money, and then--"
"Slow down, Lizzy." I tipped her chin up and swiped away some of her fallen tears with my thumb. "As long as needs be."
She hopped up out of her chair and wrapped her arms around me and held onto me good and strong. The smell of her skin brought everything flooding back. All the love we shared, and all the hurt of her being gone. I knew I was probably only setting the stage for another mess of pain, but what else could I do?
"Thanks, Daddy," she whispered.
"Let's not start that all again." I pulled her away from me, as much as I wanted to go on like that. "You look three days' worth of tuckered out. How about you go lay down and have yerself a nap. Levi'll be wantin' his momma next to him when he wakes up in a strange place."
Lizzy nodded, leaned down and give me a kiss on the cheek, then turned and headed back into the living room. I watched her go, noticing how her shapely ass had filled out nicely over the past couple a years, and wondered if I had the fortitude to keep myself on the righteous path this go around.
* * * * *
Little Levi was real shy with me at first, hiding his face against his momma's chest when he first seen me. It took a bit of a while, but I made some funny faces at him, and gave him a couple friendly tickles, and he warmed up enough to where I could hold him for a short spell.
He was a big boy. Healthy and happy. He'd turned two years old a couple months back and had a good set of choppers, big brown eyes like his momma, and about the fattest, rosiest cheeks I ever seen on a kid. After he got used to me, he started talking up a storm. He only knew but a dozen words, but that didn't stop him from prattling on like a drunken politician as he stumbled around the house getting into just about everything he could.
Me and Lizzy spent much of that first night chasing around after the little bugger trying to baby-proof my place on the fly. By the time Levi conked out for the night, I was run ragged. I sat there on the easy chair and kept an eye on him while Lizzy had herself a shower. I couldn't stop myself from regretting not having this kind of time with my own daughter when she was Levi's age. Ah well, there was no fix for that kind of worry.
Lizzy came in to the living room, and my heart about skipped a beat. She was wearing nothing but one of my old Harley-Davidson t-shirts. It was the one I'd been wearing the day before and left in the bathroom atop the wash machine.
"Is it okay if I borrow this?" She asked as I tried not to stare at them long, sleek bare legs of hers. "We left so fast, I didn't get to pack any of our stuff."
"You're welcome to anything of mine while you're here, sweet pea," I got up out of the chair, "but let me at least git you a clean one."
"That's okay," she said quick, "I want this one." She kind of hugged herself then, and I thought I saw a hint of a blush come to her cheek.
"Well...suit yerself," I muttered, trying not to think the thoughts that were fighting to get loose from those dark places where I tucked them away over.
Lizzy was a mother now, not some confused girl desperate for affection. A little girl so starved for love that she would let her own daddy have his way with her just to hold on to that feeling any way she could. Neither was I the same man as back then.
I know I still had a long way to go toward getting my life right, especially after the way I took advantage of my daughter, but I was getting there. One small step at a time, but I was getting there.
She got into the pull-out bed, and settled in next to her sleeping baby. She had to hold the edge of the t-shirt down to keep it from riding up when she did, but not everything stayed hid. I swallowed hard and shook the tempting image from my head. Lizzy kissed Levi on the head, and I could see how happy being close to him made her.
"You're a real good momma, Lizzy. Real good."
She smiled up at me. "A work in progress."
I gave her a kiss on the head, just like she'd done for her child, and shut off the light on my way out.
* * * * *
A couple days passed by in a wink. Me and Levi was getting on real well. Soon as I come home from work, the boy was stuck to me like glue. I liked that real well. Lizzy seemed to be mighty glad for it as well.
I took them out to the Walmart and bought them clothes, and toys, and whatever they needed, plus some stuff they didn't. It was lucky I had a little cash saved up. I figured I could just as well get that old driveway paved next year.
Lizzy was looking in the paper every day to find work. Her mood got better, like the stress was shedding off her day by day. With that weight lifted, she was able to believe there might be some hope for a better future for her and her son.
If nothing else, I was content for being able to at least give her a safe place to find the strength I knew she had inside her.
I was dog tired after another full day with the two of them young'uns. It was late, but I was still awake in my bed reading a book. Yeah, that's right, I said reading. Just because I was too stupid to finish high school, didn't mean I had to stay dumb. I'd been making an effort to improve my brain where I could, and I found out that I didn't hate reading books as much as I thought I did.
The one I had now was some old western about a fella got lost and was trying to find his way home. There was some Injuns giving him a hard time of it, but ain't that always the way in life?
There was a tap at my door and Lizzy poked her head in.
"Am I interrupting anything?"
"Not at all, sweet pea. What're you still doin' up?"
"Can't sleep." She stepped in and I got a gander at her in the new nightgown she got at the store the other day. It was a thin summer get-up that came down almost to her knees, with flowers here and there all over it. There wasn't a damn thing sexy about it, but with that body of hers, my girl could put on a grain sack and make it look like Victoria's Secret. "I saw that your light was on. Thought maybe we could talk until I got sleepy."
"Yeah, I got a way of puttin' most folks to sleep when they hear me talk."
She giggled at that, sounding just the way she did back before, and sat on the edge of my bed.
"This the same bed you had?"
I noticed a strange look in her eye, but let it pass without saying nothing.
"You haven't mentioned anything about Darla..."
"Oh, I don't know that there's much to tell." I'd more or less been avoiding the subject, and was surprised she brung it up. "She found herself a nice fella, moved into his place a couple towns over. I see her boy Dale around once in a while, but we don't pass words."
Lizzy asked about work, and about what all else I'd been getting up to. She told me stories about Levi--and she had a hundred of 'em. It weren't long before I'd forgotten all about my book, and she was laying on the bed next to me just as relaxed as could be.
There came a pause in the conversation, and I watched her eyes roam around my room. A mischievous smile crossed her lips.
"Still no TV in the bedroom?"
"So you have to watch your dirty movies in the living room?"
I hadn't expected her to go there, and I felt my cheeks get warm.
"To tell you the truth," I found myself saying before I could think to change the subject, "I don't look at them at all anymore."
"Awww." She put on a funny pout. "You must use something! I mean, come on, magazines, dirty books, what?"
"I don't think I should say."
"Tell me," she insisted playfully. After I didn't answer right away, she got my nipple in a pinch through my t-shirt and gave it a turn. "Tell me!"
"Oww, Jesus!" I hollered. "Alright, you little devil."
I reached into the drawer of my nightstand and handed her a stack of papers. She took one look and her jaw dropped open.
"These are the letters I sent you." She sorted through a few of the pages, then stopped and read some. She let out an embarrassed laugh and hid her face in the pillow. "Oh my God, I forgot that I wrote all this nasty stuff to you. I was so bad!"
"And that's puttin' it mildly." I rubbed my sore nipple and tried not to think about my dick getting stiff under the sheet.
"Daddy." Lizzy propped herself up on one elbow and looked me in the face. "Are you really telling me the only thing you've jerked off to in the past two years is my dirty little letters."
"Well, that, and thoughts about you."
"Oh? What kind of thoughts?"
"You know full well what kind."
"C'mon, don't be like that," she whined. "You can tell me."
"I thought about all the things we done together. About the way you looked when I'd watch you in the shower. Or how you'd put on them sexy little shows for me, and such."
"Did you think about how you licked my pussy? And the way I sucked your cock?"
I felt all nervous inside all of a sudden, and struggled to stay in control.
"Maybe it ain't such a good idea for us to be talkin' like this."
She was quiet for a couple seconds. "You sorry for what we done?" Her voice was real soft and kind of scared, like she didn't want to hear the answer to that question.
"No, darlin', it's not that at all," I explained quickly. "I admit that I was weak, and it shouldn't have happened, but it did, and it was...it was nothing to be sorry about."
"I'm not sorry for it, Daddy. Any of it." Her hand rested on my chest. She was surely able to feel my heart beating a mile a minute. "I thought a lot about all the things we did together, too. I still think about you when I touch myself."
I resolved right then that I was going to stay strong. I wasn't going to give in to my sinful urges this time. I loved my daughter too much to let that happen again.
"Like I said, I ain't sorry for what happened, and I meant that true. But a lot has changed for me and you, and I don't think anything like it should oughta happen again. You understand, don't you?"
"Mmm...yeah, Daddy, I understand."
The way she said that in my ear, all whispery and breathy, made me think she didn't.
"All as I'm tryin' to say is..." I felt a light, pulsing movement of the mattress. I looked over and saw Lizzy's hand up under her night gown. "What're you doin'?"
"I'm masturbating, Daddy..."
"I can see that," I said all flustered, "but you just agreed about how we shouldn't--"
"You have no idea how good it feels to touch my pussy like this again with you right here next to me."
"But, a father and a daughter shouldn't--"
"You don't have to do anything," her free hand moved down to my belly. "Just go back to reading your book, and I'll just lay here and masturbate my soft, little pussy. I promise I'll be quiet."
She was wicked indeed. I couldn't think of what else to say. Not that my words were likely to do me any good. I should have stood up and left the room. That's what a man who had the guts to stick to his convictions would of done. I decided half a dozen times that was exactly what I was going to do, but somehow my body wasn't listening to my head.
Lizzy's nightie had shimmied up so as I could see her hand working fast circles between her legs. It was obvious she wasn't wearing no panties. Her other hand slipped off my belly and to her chest. She grabbed one of her own titties and squeezed it hard. I'll be damned if those puppies weren't at least a handful bigger than they was before.
"Are you watching me, Daddy? I'm masturbating...I'm touching my wet pussy."
"I see you, baby girl."
"Masturbate with me, Daddy. Jerk off with me."
"I want to see it." She grasped at her tits in a passionate frenzy, and the bed was really bouncing now. "At least let me see your cock. Please, Daddy, just let me see it."
She pulled the sheet down and revealed my hard-on poking up inside my boxers. I knew that I was stepping out onto that slippery slope all over again, but I found myself pulling my shorts down just enough for her to get a look.
"There he is," she gushed happily. She yanked forcefully at the neck of her night gown and let free both of them huge tits of hers. I about shot my wad just at seeing that. "There's that cock that I love so much."
Lizzy pinched and pulled at each of her aroused nipples in turn while she stared wide-eyed at my hard prick. I felt guilty as hell for contributing to this depraved display by my lust-crazed daughter, but at the same time it was the most exciting and beautiful thing I'd had the good fortune to be a part of in a long, long time.
"I'm going to cum, Daddy. Oh, God, yes I am. Watch me masturbate my cunt until I cum. Watch my pussy cum...uh, uh, uh, UH, AAAAAHHHHH!"
Lizzy's body jerked and jumped on the bed next to me, and it was maybe even more intense than all those times back when she was younger. Her expression, and all her body, suddenly went slack. A big, dopey smile lit up her face, and she started laughing and trying to catch her breath at the same time.
"Holy shit, that was good." Her hand continue to play softly between her legs. "So, so good. I can't remember the last time I came that hard."
"Oh, Daddy," she chuckled and rolled over against me. Her naked tits pressed against the skin of my arm, her pussy-soaked hand came to rest instinctively on my painfully hard cock. "I'm sorry, I couldn't control myself."
"I guess in the grand scheme of things there ain't no real harm in it," I mumbled, realizing too late that I was falling back into my old trap.
"I've been so horny ever since I got here."
"Well, I s'pose we all git like that now and again..."
"Not like this," she gripped my shaft tighter. "I haven't had sex in almost three years."
"Since that no good fella what knocked you up?" I didn't mean it to sound like an accusation, but that sort of how it come out. Lizzy snickered.
"Yeah, right," she said sarcastically.
After a couple few moments passed, Lizzy sat up some and looked at me with a serious expression, searching my face for a clue about something. The only thing she was likely to find was how mesmerized I was by those big melons of hers hanging there only a few inches from my watering mouth.
"Daddy? You know there was no fella, right?"
"Had to be, elsewise you wouldn't be a momma right now."
Her eyes went all tender, like she just caught on that I was terminally soft in the head, and she leaned in and kissed me real gently on the lips. My mind was too occupied with her sexual charms to suss out what she was getting at.
"Daddy...I only ever made love with one person in my whole life." She could see I was still confused. "Your big, beautiful cock was the first and only one that's ever been in my pussy. Just you, Daddy, no one else."
The penny dropped.
"Then...little Levi is...he's...?"
"He's our son." She said it slow, like she was explaining it to a brain-damaged catfish. "You're his daddy." Lizzy kissed my open mouth. "And his granddaddy."
"I'm sorry, baby...I...I didn't..." My mind reeled like it was on a rollercoaster in a whirlwind.
"Don't say you're sorry. Our baby is the best thing that ever happened to me." She kissed me again. "But his daddy is a close second." She pulled on my pecker a couple times for emphasis. "Very, very close."
While I fished around trying to figure out what all this meant, Lizzy eased herself up on top of me, straddling my hips. I wasn't ready for this, for anything, but with my life suddenly turned upside down, I was helpless right then.
She pulled her night gown up over her head and tossed it aside. I gawked at her naked body on full display by the light of my little reading lamp. Her hands went to the lower part of her belly.
"Don't look at my scar," she warned.
"Levi was born with one of those operations?" I stammered. "Not...the regular way?"
"A c-section." She shrugged and moved her hands away. I looked at the faint mark along where the top of her panties would set. "I guess the good news is, that means my pussy is just the way you left it."
Before I knew it she shifted herself and my cock was inside her. Glory halleluiah, I was once again delivered to the promised land!
All thoughts of resisting her melted away like sugar in a rain storm. There was no getting away from the fact that I loved this girl like nothing else on God's green Earth. And, she loved me straight back just as much after all these years. I'd about given up on that, but here she was. She found her way back to me in her own time, and in her own way. She might think it was on account of her momma throwing her out that forced her to come here, but the fact is there was a lot of other places in the world she could of gone to and done all right for herself.
My daughter rode up and down on my stiff cock real slow and sensual. She was as tight as I remembered, and wet as I always imagined. She brushed her nipples over my lips, and I took one into my mouth without a moment of pause.
"Oh, fuck," she exclaimed with a gasp. "Thank you, Daddy."
She knew right then, without me having to say, that I accepted her with no conditions. I still didn't have the full measure of what it all meant, and how we would live our lives, but all that mattered in that moment was letting her know that she was safe, and accepted, and loved.
"I missed your cock so much," Lizzy whimpered and fucked me a little quicker. "It feels so good inside me...right where it belongs."
I couldn't answer with my mouth being full of tit. I don't think she cared none what I had to say at that moment anyhow.
"Fuck me, Daddy," she urged. "Fuck your little girl's pussy!"
She obviously wanted to cry out louder, but fear of waking the baby kept her from cutting loose at the top of her lungs. I grabbed a hold of her full, round ass and pounded myself up into her. She responded by banging me right back just as hard.
"You're in my cunt, Daddy. Your cock is finally back inside my horny, fucking cunt!"
I suddenly remembered one of the things she liked so much. I slipped my hand around and worked a finger into her asshole. She screamed through gritted teeth, and grabbed a fistful of bed sheet.
"You fuck me so good, Daddy. You fuck my cunt so good." With her head thrown back, she kept up the punishing pace on my cock. "That's it, finger my asshole while you fuck me! Finger your bad little daughter's asshole and make me cum! Make my cunt cum with your cock, Daddy!"
Years of pent up perversion was pouring out of my sweet baby, and all I wanted to do is grant her every low-down, nasty, and sinful desire she ever had.
"There you go," I groaned, feeling myself approaching the edge. "Daddy's gonna make you cum, baby girl. Cum all over Daddy's cock like a good girl."
This all but sent her to the moon.
"I'm cumming...I'm cumming for you, Daddy...uuuunnngggghhhh, yes, yes...shit, yes!"
I felt her body tense up and grip me tight in every way it could. Even so, she didn't slow down for a second. She was fucking my stick as wild as ever.
"There's one more, stay inside me...one more..."
"I can't hold back no longer, baby," I said, straining to keep control.
"That's okay," she panted, her eyes flashed with animal craving. "I want it."
I didn't know if I understood what she was saying.
"I want it inside me. Cum inside me, Daddy. Cum in my cunt, I want it in my cunt!"
That made it perfectly clear. I didn't have time to think it through before I was pushing myself up, lifting my girl off the bed, and emptying myself deep inside my daughter's belly. As I unleashed a flood of sperm-loaded semen into Lizzy, she grabbed onto her flailing tits with both hands and had herself another body rocking orgasm to beat all others.
She fell on top of me, a sweaty ragdoll of hot flesh and quivering muscles. I felt like the world could end at that second and I'd die the happiest man what ever lived.
Lizzy stirred sooner than I expected. She raised herself up and lifted her pussy off my softening pecker. It flopped wetly to the side, and she quickly reached down between her legs.
"I'm sorry," she said in a raspy hush. "I've been thinking about this for a long while, and I know it's totally crude, but I can't help it."
My daughter held her hand under her pussy and flexed her tummy. A big, thick wad of my jizz came sliding out of her honey hole and she caught it on her palm.
"Don't look," Lizzy pleaded, "I'm so weird, but I have to..."
Even though I was still watching, she went ahead and brought her hand up to her lips. She sniffed the wad of cum, then tipped it into her mouth, slurping in as much of it as she could manage.
"Mmmm..." she moaned as her eyes fluttered closed. I watched her throat as she swallowed, this time knowing precisely why it was such a turn on. "It's better than I remember," she laughed, giddy with her shamelessly lewd indulgence. She licked her palm clean, making sure she didn't miss a drop.
Without another word, she was down on my limp love muscle, sucking all the fuck juices off of it. She swabbed my balls clean with her tongue, and even briefly ventured down into the nether zone just below my sac. That was a nice treat!
When she was finally satisfied, she came up and snuggled against me.
"Do I need a mint?" She blew a puff of her funky sex breath into my face, then giggled. She sounded just like that 16-year-old girl I'd come to love that first summer she'd come to stay with me.
"You don't need a thing, sweet pea."
"I need your cock."
"Forever and always, until death do us part."
I didn't mean to say that last part until I already said it.
"Are you just saying that for fun, or..."
There was a thousand good, sensible reasons for me to take back what I just said, but now that I had her back with me, I suddenly knew I didn't ever want to lose her again.
"I mean it, Lizzy." It was my turn to look my girl square in the eye to make sure she knew I was dead serious. "I want you to stay here with me, for good."
"And our baby?"
"And little Levi, too, of course. I want us to be together, you and me, and I want us to be a family."
"Are you sure?'
"Sure as the sun'll come up in the mornin'." I kissed her, not caring that her mouth was thick with my own spunk. "I'll never let you get away from me again. I let it happen twice in my life, and they was the two biggest mistakes I ever made. And I made a lot of big mistakes in my time."
"It's what I always hoped for, but..."
"Look, Lizzy, you know better'n anyone that I ain't got all the answers. But if the Lord put me on this Earth for just one purpose, I've come to believe it's to take care of you and to do everything in my power to make you happy. I intend to hold to that." I meant every word I was saying, and I think she knew it. "Life with me won't always be sunshine and roses, but I'll stick by you no matter what, and we'll figure out the answers together. You and me, together."
And there she went again. Her eyes got all welled up with tears, and I could see she was fit to bust out crying.
I kissed her on the tip of her cute little nose. "Well, what'd ya say?"
"I say you should turn out that light, and make love to your daughter one last time."
My heart felt like it had the legs kicked out from under it. "One last time?"
"When that sun comes up in the morning, won't be nobody here but your wife and your son." She smiled at the sudden look of relief that must of showed on my face. "And that freaky little wife of yours is gonna wanna fuck...a lot."
I reached over and shut the light off.
"Well, then, Daughter," I rolled her over so I was on top, "You better spread them legs, 'cause we got a heap of lost time to make up for before my wife gits here."
She took my dick and guided me into her warm wetness.
"aaaahhh...all the way in, Daddy, as deep as it can go. Mmm...just like that..."
I pressed in to the hilt, and we just laid like that for a long while.
"Thank you, Lizzy."
She didn't answer back, except with a single slow turn of her hips, which set off a quiet orgasm that seemed to take a hold of my baby girl and not let go for a good ten heartbeats.
It was just at that moment that I somehow knew everything was going to be better than all right for the three of us from then on out. And, for once in my life, I was right.
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