I actually deliberated over whether or not to write this, even after I promised that I would. The first chapter’s rewrite shot off with an amazing amount of enthusiasm, but died and dried up like a withered dandy lion after only a few hours.
I guess that most people don’t like rewrites, and I guess I get that. The story has already been posted once, and most people probably figure that all rewrites are the same story that is just revised a little and then reposted.
That’s not the case here though. The first time that I wrote this story I fell in love with the first chapter but completely botched the second and third by taking the story in completely the wrong direction. I have always regretted fucking this story up like that, and I knew a long time ago that I was going to eventually come back and rewrite it the way that it should have been written in the first place.
For those people that don’t like rewrites they can go ahead and neg it, or ignore it or whatever else they feel they need to do. It won’t change the way that I feel about this story. In my mind this is one of my absolute most favorite pieces, and regardless of how it is received I am very proud of it.
I hope everyone else likes it half as much as I do. If they like it even that much then they will read every word with a fevered pitch and won’t stop until they are finished reading. I know that’s the way that I wrote it.
Typically speaking I don’t spend that much time on most of my sex scenes. I guess I enjoy the story more than I usually do the sex, but in this case the sex scene is substantial and lasts more than a third of this chapter which is altogether more than thirty pages long and the longest submission I have made yet. (I think)
I have also decided to start listing all of my stories in the fiction category as opposed to fantasy. This might sound trivial to most people but I realize that Fantasy is, in most cases, inappropriate for my stories. I have always been a fiction fan, and to label my stories as Fantasy is misleading, because that word suggests that my submissions are strictly for jacking off, which I think is an improper classification. I always hope that people are stimulated in that way by the things that I write, but the truth is that I care more about giving people something good to read than I do about whether or not they have an orgasm.
Maybe that’s wrong for me to think that way, but it’s true.
With all of that being said….
I Think He’s Sleeping II (The Way it Should Have Been Written)
When I woke up the next morning I could feel the anticipation pouring through me like the first sip of coffee you have after a good night’s sleep. I knew that my dad would be awake, because he was an early riser, and I knew that, by then, he would have come to the realization that something had happened the night before. I desperately wanted to know what his reaction would be.
My normal routine was to get up, take a shower and get dressed in whatever I was going to wear for the day. I wasn’t feeling particularly normal that day though. I woke up with a smile on my face as my mind replayed the events of the night before in my head. A big part of me still couldn’t believe that I had actually gone through with giving my dad a blow job while he dozed in his chair. I could still almost feel the way his helmet head felt in my mouth, almost as if my lips had a memory of their own. I wanted to feel him in their again, but this time I wanted him to be awake. I wanted to be aware of the pleasure. He was my hero—my personal savior—not just because he was my father but because of how he had come to my rescue that time when my mom had lost it on me.
Instead of taking a shower I just ran a brush through my hair to make myself presentable, and headed out to the kitchen to where I knew that my dad would be reading his paper, and sipping on his first cup of coffee.
I went directly to the coffee pot wearing nothing but my night shirt, which hung lazily around my upper thighs. I felt almost naked wearing that outside of my room, but I didn’t care. There was a side of me that existed that liked the idea of my dad seeing me as more than just a cute little girl. I wanted him to see me as a woman, and not just his little girl.
”Good morning sunshine,” he said as I made my appearance into the kitchen.
“Good morning daddy,” I said, noting that on the one hand I wanted my dad to notice me as a woman, but on the other hand I still liked the fact that I was his daughter. I wanted both sides of the equation. I didn’t want him to forget who he was or who I was either.
I poured myself a cup of coffee and stirred in some cream and sugar, hoping that my dad might actually be enjoying the view of my slightly tanned thighs. I could feel my hands tremble slightly as I stirred my coffee, and I tried to calm myself. I had never been one to show off my developing body, and I wasn’t used to being so exposed. I was excited, and nervous. Before this I had viewed myself as a kid, but that was quickly changing. The prospect of doing more than comforting myself with my fingers before I went to sleep at night was a thrill that I had never before even considered. Now that the thought had entered my mind I couldn’t let it go, and there was nobody I would rather enter the realm of womanhood with than my dad.
I was disappointed though when I turned around. My dad’s face was still buried in the paper and it didn’t seem to me that he had even noticed what I was wearing. I moved over to the other side of the island, propped my elbows on the counter top behind me and leaned against it. I was positioned so that I would be within my dad’s peripheral view. I wanted him to notice me.
“So do you think you will buy anything at the mall today?” He asked me, keeping his face buried in the paper.
At first I had no idea what he was talking about. Then it hit me. I had made plans to spend the day with Becca at the mall. She had performed her piano recital flawlessly the weekend before, and her dad promised to reward her with a day long trip to the mall, and she asked me to come along. I had accepted her invitation, and had been excited about it before, but with all that had happened I had forgotten all about it. I didn’t really even want to go anymore. I wanted to stay home and be with my dad. It’s amazing how things can change. Normally I would love the chance to get out of the house and just be a teenager, but now it was different.
“I guess I kinda forgot about that,” I admitted, taking a sip of my coffee to hide my embarrassment.
He finally looked up at me with his brow furrowed. “Forgot? Last weekend you were just about jumping for joy at the idea.” His eyes drifted down a little, but he caught himself, adjusted the paper, and went back to reading.
The glance was fleeting, but my heart skipped a beat the moment his gaze went south.
“Well you better hurry up and get ready. Becca and her dad will be here in less than a half an hour.”
“I think I might cancel,” I said. “Not really in the mall mood today.”
“No. You won’t,” he said sternly. “You made a promise to your friend, and since you are not deathly ill, or have no broken bones you will keep your word.”
I knew better than to argue. My dad was easy going, and normally I could get him to bend his will, but there were certain times, and certain things that he believed strongly about. Keeping your word was one of those things. I could argue with him until my teeth wore holes in my cheeks, but he would never change his mind about it. I left the kitchen without another word, took a quick shower, and got dressed. I finished just in time for Becca and her dad.
I still didn’t want to go. I wanted to be with my dad more than anything at that point but my hands were tied. I looked for him to say goodbye before I walked out the door, but he wasn’t in the kitchen, living room, or even his bedroom. I don’t know why but I felt crushed. There was just some part of me that felt like I needed him right at that moment. I had all of these mixed emotions and hormones running through my body like soldiers scrambling after a surprise attack. He had made himself scarce though, and I couldn’t help but to believe that figuring out what I had done to him the night before had the opposite effect that I wanted it to have. He was probably out back burning his “You can call me daddy,” videos, and it was my fault. I should have never done what I did, and my excitement was replaced by shame.
There was a note taped to the door with a twenty dollar bill. “Have fun,” was all it said though.
I headed out to Becca’s car with my head hung low, and tears loomed close to my eyes. I had to fight them back though, because the last thing I wanted to do at that point was to explain to Becca what was bothering me.
“My dad gave me fifty bucks to spend today!” Becca touted. “I don’t mind sharing with you though if you didn’t bring any money.”
I had the twenty dollar bill, and I had another fifty in my purse that I had saved from my birthday, but I had a feeling that I wasn’t going to be in the mood to spend much.
“Nah,” I said politely. “I brought money. Thanks for the offer though,”
Becca turned toward the back, bringing her inside knee higher up on her seat and twisting her body so that she could face me. I was sitting directly behind her dad behind the driver’s seat so she didn’t have to turn all the way around.
“I wish you could have been at the recital. Everybody said that I performed Moonlight Sonata flawlessly, and my mom said that half the audience actually had tears in their eyes.”
I didn’t have to be there to believe that what she was telling me was true. I had heard Becca play that song a hundred times before, and on many occasions it had the same effect on me. She was an amazing pianist and the emotions that she normally kept bottled up inside of her came through like rays of light reflected off of crystal when she played the piano. Even though I wasn’t normally into classical music I could still listen to her play all day, and Moonlight Sonata was a perfect rendition of the way I was feeling at that very moment.
“Yeah. I really wish I had been there,” I said, and I couldn’t even remember why it was that I didn’t go. I really should have been there, and I felt bad about not being there to share her experience.
It was right about that time that I noticed her dad’s head turn toward her for the first time. He wasn’t looking for traffic though because we were stopped at a red light, and we were heading straight and not turning. His head was pointed downward toward her lap, and it stayed there the entire time that we were stopped. My eyes automatically traced his stare for a moment, and I saw that it was her panties that he was looking at. She was wearing a short miniskirt and the positioning of her legs was giving her dad an open view.
I couldn’t help but to feel a tinge of jealousy. I didn’t feel jealous because her dad was looking at her instead of me though. I was jealous because I wanted my dad to look at me the same way that her dad was looking at her. She was totally oblivious to it though, and that also got under my skin, even though I know that it shouldn’t. Just because I wanted unnatural things to happen between me and my father didn’t mean that everybody felt that way.
We talked that way for about half of the trip. She remained spun halfway in her seat as we caught up with each other about the little things that were happening in our lives. She talked mostly about her recital, but I didn’t have much new to add--At least nothing that I was willing to talk about. I hardly thought that telling her I sucked my dad off the night before would qualify as appropriate conversation, but I had the feeling that her dad would enjoy the conversation, because he head would inevitably turn back toward her at least once every minute or so. I couldn’t help but to wonder if he had a hard on, but from where I was sitting it was impossible for me to get a look without being too obvious about it.
Eventually Becca turned back toward the front. It was kind of a shame that her dad’s desires would probably be wasted energy, because even though she was turned toward the front her father’s glances continued. Becca, however remained ignorant of his wandering eyes. She looked out through the passenger side window as the trees, houses, and mailboxes marched their way by.
She had no idea what was happening and I couldn’t help but wonder how she would react if she did. Would she be grossed out by it? It was the first time I had ever seen her wearing anything that short, but would she stop dressing that way?
I couldn’t really blame her dad though. Becca was gorgeous to say the least. Her dad and mom both had dark complexions. Her mom was Spanish American, and her dad had a lot of Italian blood in him. Becca was a fine blend of both heritages. Her legs were slender, but not in a scrawny way. She still had enough muscle to give them a nice shape.
Her dad dropped us off at the front entrance of the mall, and I couldn’t help but notice that he could barely take his eyes off of her as she got out of the car. He was definitely into her, and that jealous feeling swarmed through my brain again as we walked toward the mall’s entrance. I didn’t have to turn around to know that her dad ogled her all the way to the door.
“So… When did you start wearing mini-skirts?” I asked her broaching the subject. I wasn’t sure if I was going to let her in on her dad’s infatuation or not, but a part of me had to know if she had any awareness of it at all.
“You like it? My mom would kill me if she found out, but she’s working a double today so my dad said I could wear it.”
The fact that he was letting her wear it didn’t surprise me at all. I knew the truth. That he was letting her wear the skirt, because he liked the way she looked in it, and not just because she wanted to.
“I think you look great in it. I’m just surprised that your dad would let you out of the house in it. I always thought he was the strict one.”
“Hint hint!” I thought to myself.
“He is about most things I guess. I’m still not allowed to date or anything, but he says I’m only young once, and he don’t see the harm in me showing off a little as long as I promise not to let a guy do more than look.”
I had to wonder if he included himself in that rule or not.
We made our way from store to store, hitting pretty much everything from the Gap, to Abercrombie, and even Fashion Bug. I picked up an outfit from time to time, but my heart wasn’t really in it. I was still pretty bummed.
“You should try this on,” Becca said holding up a skirt almost as short as the one she was wearing.
I laughed. “Yeah… I don’t think my dad would let me wear that,” I said with my shoulders slumped.
“Try it on Mellissa. Just check it out and see how it looks on you. Besides that. I think your wrong about your dad.”
She handed the skirt to me and I held it up in front of me, but I still couldn’t get into the idea of wearing it. The truth was that the only way I would even consider buying something like that was to wear it for my dad specifically, and I had already proven to myself that he could care less how much leg I was showing off.
I put the skirt back, and started to walk away. I could feel those tears trying to fight their way back to the surface, and I had to walk away before I became a mess in front of Becca.
“Where do you think you’re going?” She said picking the skirt back up off of the shelf.
“I just don’t see the point in trying on things that I won’t be allowed to wear anyway.”
“You’re wrong about that Mel,” she said. “I happen to know that your dad would love seeing you in this.”
I was half way to the doorway when she said that, but her words stopped me dead in my tracks. “What do you mean he would love seeing me in that?”
“Just what I said goofy. He’s a guy isn’t he?”
“Yeah…. So…. He’s my dad too you know,” I said trying to play stupid, but my heart was thumping in my chest pounding to the beat of hope. Did she know more than she was saying or was she just being presumptuous?
“That’s an old fashioned sentiment. I think that used to matter, but for some reason I don’t think it applies as much as it used to. At least with me and you it doesn’t.”
“Now I’m totally confused,” I thought to myself. “Does she know about the way that her dad looks at her?”
“What do you mean?” I probed. My mind soared with the possibility that I had somehow missed something vitally important. The possibility that somehow my dad was even remotely capable of looking at me the same way that Becca’s dad was looking at her earlier sent chills down my spine.
Becca was looking at me, but at the same time she wasn’t. I knew her well enough to know that she was holding back from me. “Spill it Becca!” I demanded.
“You’re probably gonna think I’m a total freak,” she said staring at her shoes.
I knew by the way that she was acting that she was dead wrong about that. I didn’t have to hear any more. I knew just from the way she was acting that she was well aware of her dad’s gazes. That didn’t stop me from making her tell me though. Things were starting to get a lot more interesting.
“I promise you that I won’t think you’re a freak Becca. Now tell me what you’re talking about.”
“Kind of a long story,” she said fumbling around with a blouse that was hanging on the rack next to her.
“Becca… I swear if you don’t start talking to me and stop beating around the bush I’m gonna wrap that blouse around your neck and strangle you with it.”
“Okay okay!” She said, rolling her eyes at me. “You remember last year when we all went to the beach together?”
I remembered it perfectly well, but I didn’t see her point yet. Her family, and my dad and I all went to the beach together, but as far as I could remember nothing interesting happened. We hung out, swam, and cooked out. To me there was absolutely nothing out of the ordinary about the entire ordeal.
“Well yeah, I remember it, but I don’t get what you’re talking about. We went swimming, and ate, and hung out. So what?” I said to her. She still had the skirt in her hand, and I took it from her. She was looking around the store and I could tell that she was a little bit uncomfortable about the proximity of the nosy blonde clerk that seemed to be hanging out and pretending to organize clothing. I headed back toward the changing room, and Becca followed me.
“Well it’s not really easy to say Melissa,” she said when we were back by the changing room, and away from everyone else.
“Look Becca,” I said trying to find a way to set her mind at ease, but without giving away too much information, “I think I have an idea of what your eluding to, and I’m not freaking out about it. Just spill it already.”
“It’s just that I noticed that day how often your dad was checking you out and… Well I was jealous about it. You looked great in your bikini, and I loved how your dad was noticing you, but I also noticed that my dad was checking out every other bikini on the beach but mine.”
I could feel the butterflies fluttering around inside of me as she spoke. Her words fluttered around inside of me, dancing in my stomach, and sending every nerve in my body on fire. My dad had checked me out in my bikini? Could that really be true? If it was then what happened that morning? His paper had been way more important than my legs.
I had to clarify what she was saying. The last thing I wanted was there to be misunderstanding. I needed to make sure I was absolutely clear about what she meant, and that she hadn’t misinterpreted his glances.
“Wait a second Bec… You’re telling me that my dad was checking me out. Like… Looking at me in a sexual way?”
“Oh yeah… Most definitely. I mean… I’m not trying to freak you out or anything…. It’s not is it? Freaking you out I mean.”
I had to giggle at that, because I could tell that she wasn’t freaked out about it either. It seemed like we both should be because it was clear to me at that point that Becca was clearly aware of how her dad had been looking at her, but for some reason was keeping that to herself. Becca giggled along with me, but I’m not sure whether or not she understood why I was laughing.
“No,” I said finally. My laughing spell was still drifting in and out like a radio signal does sometimes when you take a long trip, before it finally fades into nothing. “After what I did last night it’s actually kind of a big relief.”
Her laughter caught in her throat and she got a serious look on her face.
“What’d you do?” She said with wide conspiratorial eyes.
I couldn’t believe it but I knew that I was about to confess to Becca what had happened. What I had done while my father slept.
“I’ll tell you what’s been happening in the Jenkins household, but only if you promise to tell me what’s going on in Esperanza homestead! Deal?”
“Okay,” she said with a witty smile. “Deal.”
We spent the rest of the day swapping secrets, and clueing each other in, trading off our insights and experiences, and coming up with game plans for each of us to get what we both wanted from our fathers. Just before her dad picked us up we agreed to compare notes again to see how each plan worked out.
I had to throw my plan out the window the second I walked in the front door though.
I say throw the plan out the window, but not because I realized that it was a bad plan, or not because I changed my mind or anything like that. I threw the plan out the window, because I didn’t knock on the door before I walked in and I surprised my dad completely. Just as I was walking in I saw a blur as he tucked something behind his back, and I knew exactly what it was, because I had seen it before. It was the cover to the “You can call me daddy video.”
My plan involved going into my bedroom and putting on that skirt that I had ended up buying, which ended up being too small for me, but would serve my purposes even better that way. I had planned on modeling it off for my dad, and making him look at me, and to do it right in front of me, instead of behind my back which is what we both figured out that our fathers were doing. It wasn’t that my dad hadn’t been checking me out. It was just that he had gotten good at only doing it when I wasn’t looking. My plan was to make him look at me, and on top of that, I was going to coax him into calling me sexy. I was pretty sure that it wouldn’t take too much effort to do that.
The reason I tossed that plan out the window was because the second that I walked in and saw him sliding the dvd case behind him I knew that I was going to watch that video tonight. One way or the other. I just had to see for myself what was on it, and I figured if I could get away with doing what I did the night before then there was no reason I couldn’t sit there and watch a movie while I was cuddled up to him. Even if he woke up and caught me I knew that I wouldn’t get into trouble. If anything it would be him that had some explaining to do, and I reveled at my own wisdom in the matter.
Instead of heading for my room I went to the refrigerator and grabbed him a beer, figuring that the more he had in him the sooner he would be asleep, and the sooner I could get to watch the movie.
“Oh,” he said as I handed the open can off to him. He took it and I slid into my spot next to him.
“How was the shopping?” He asked me.
“We had fun,” I said to him honestly.
“Did you buy anything good?” he asked eyeing the bag that I left lying next to his chair.
“Yep,” I told him. “I think you will love it. I will wear it for you tomorrow.”
“Go put it on now honey. I’d love to see it,” he said, nudging me a little as the words left his mouth.
Normally I would have jumped to my feet just to please my dad, but knowing what I knew was enough to keep me in my spot. I was sure that he really did want me to try on the outfit, and I was sure that he would love to see it. I also knew that I wanted him to see me wearing it. The problem was that he only needed a minute to jump up off of the chair, run to the DVD player and eject it, then stuff it into the box and hide it somewhere. I wasn’t going to give him that chance. I wanted to watch it as soon as he fell asleep, and nothing was going to move me from hearing distance of the living room. I would go as far as the kitchen to grab him another beer, and that’s it. I just prayed that I didn’t end up having to pee too badly.
“Nope,” I replied. “You’ll get to see it tomorrow. For now I just want to cuddle with my daddy.” I accented the word daddy loving, more than ever, the way that the word sounded as it left my mouth. It was almost as if the word had new meaning to me, and I knew that at some point in time that we would be exploring a whole new way to express our relationship with each other. I couldn’t wait for that time to come, and I hoped that it would be tonight. Even if it wasn’t I knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold out forever.
I finally noticed that Little House on the Prairie was on the television and I laughed out loud, and sat up in the chair, giving my dad a sarcastic puppy dog look.
“Awe,” I said to him. “You missed your little girl so much that you couldn’t resist watching Little Mouse and the Fairy.” It was a private joke that most people wouldn’t get. It was what my mother used to call the show. Neither my father, nor I really minded the show, but she hated it, and that’s how she always referred to it. I knew that the title of the show still had a deep effect over him, because his face turned pink.
“No…. I wasn’t watching that,” he said.
“You must have been. It’s what is on and it looks like it’s only half way through it.” I couldn’t help but to push his buttons a little bit, because I knew his dirty little secret, and somehow making him squirm a little bit was too hard to resist.
“I wasn’t watching it,” he said shifting in his seat a little.
“Oh,” I said innocently. “Well put whatever you were watching on then. We like the same things so I’m sure I will like whatever it was.”
“I was in between shows. Channel surfing. I haven’t found anything good yet,” he lied. “So tell me all about your shopping trip.”
It was obvious that he was changing the subject, but I couldn’t think of a way to needle him without giving away that I actually already knew what he was watching and I didn’t think that would be a good idea. If I let in on the fact that I actually knew flat out then I was pretty sure that he would retreat instead of embracing. It was one of the things that Becca and I both decided were our father’s weak points. They liked checking us out, but neither one of them were willing to let us in on that fact. They kept it hidden from us, and there might be a chance that they were even hiding it from themselves. It was up to us to help them overcome that barrier, and we would have to do that gently.
“Becca has taken to wearing skimpy skirts,” I blurted without thinking it through.
“Really?” He asked accenting the beginning of the word which let me know that he wasn’t totally appalled by the idea. Maybe letting that slip wasn’t such a bad idea after all. “Like how skimpy?”
“Like Mean Girls skimpy,” I answered knowing that he would catch my meaning by that, because we both liked the movie, and had talked about their skirts before.
“And her dad let her?”
I nodded yes, and searched his face for his reaction. His eyebrows raised and his head lowered slightly in my direction, which I was pretty sure meant that he was intrigued.
“I guess that surprises me a little. I always pictured him as the over protective type and not the kind of guy that would allow his daughter to flaunt her body in public.”
“I know,” I said lying back down next to him. “It surprised me too.”
I glanced down at his crotch as my head slid into place just above his armpit, and I could see that he was developing a bulge. I could feel myself starting to tingle as I thought about telling him more of what I had learned. I wasn’t sure if that was a good idea though, because there wasn’t really a subtle way to go about it.
“He didn’t seem to have a problem with the way she was dressed though,” I continued.
“Well I guess he probably just didn’t think he had a choice or something. I mean he probably threw a fit at first, but for some reason he lost the battle.”
“Hmmm…. No… I don’t think that’s quite right.”
My dad leaned away from me so he could see my face a little better.
“There’s something you’re not telling me Mel.”
I shrugged at him, but met his gaze. “I’m pretty sure I saw him checking her out.”
“Get out of here! I don’t believe that for a second,” he said, but the bulge in his pants grew letting me know that even if he didn’t believe it he wanted to.
“I’m not positive or anything, but there were a couple of times when we were driving that I swore his eyes drifted down to her legs, and once she turned around to talk to me. When she did she inadvertently gave him a panty shot, and that time I know he looked.”
“Oh…” he said, but didn’t expand on it. He got fully hard though, that much was clear.
“Maybe it’s me, but I don’t think it’s such a horrible thing…. Do you?”
He shifted nervously in his seat and took a huge gulp of his beer.
“I don’t know hon. That’s incest and it’s a pretty big deal.”
“Yeah, but what if they both want the same thing? Would that be so wrong?”
He took three more big gulps, which pretty much drained his beer altogether.
“You wanna grab your dad another one,” he said, and I was pretty sure that was another diversionary tactic.
I went and grabbed him another beer, but I wasn’t about to let go of the dragon’s tail. If the head of the beast turned and breathed fire on me then so be it.
“I was just thinking that Becca seemed to actually be playing into it, and if it was what they both wanted then who am I to judge them?”
“You don’t think that they are having sex do you?” He asked me. I could feel the beginnings of sweat coming through his shirt, which told me that the conversation was having a pretty big effect on him. I had come this far and there wasn’t any way I was going to abandon the boat in the middle of the ocean.
“No…. Not yet anyway!”
He had brought the beer to his lips again for another chug, and I knew that he was using the beer to try to distract himself. He almost choked on it when I said not yet, and I had to laugh.
”What? There’s no doubt in my mind that Becca was deliberately trying to show her dad her panties, and there was no doubt that her dad was liking the view. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that neither one of them will be able to resist the temptation forever.”
“Well maybe they should,” he said. “Maybe one of them should wake up, and realize that what they are doing is crazy, and put a stop to it before it goes too far. Maybe I should even call Frank before it’s too late.”
“Oh God Dad! Don’t you dare! Becca would kill me, and then die of embarrassment,” I said, but I knew right then that I had went way too far—gotten way too cocky—and I immediately regretted saying that much.
“Well… Maybe you’re right, but still. If you know what’s going on then maybe you should try to talk some sense into her before she lets something happen that they would both regret.”
I didn’t say anything back. I was sick to my stomach again. He wasn’t ready to bridge the gap. I wanted him to accept what they were doing in hopes that he would accept the possibility with me. I couldn’t understand how he could spend the day watching those videos, assuming that it was me that he was thinking about while he watched the blonde girl on the cover having sex with an older man, and pretending that the girl was me. That much made sense. I was blonde too, and shaped in a similar way to the girl on the video. It was a natural conclusion that he had fantasies about it, and the boner he got during the beginning of the conversation was even more evidence to that.
I wasn’t about to give up totally but it was for sure not going to be easy.
“You will at least try to talk to her about it…. Won’t you?”
“I did. I’m pretty sure she’s made up her mind though, and you know what?”
“What?” He asked me hesitantly.
“I think she should,” I said trying to stifle my attitude, but letting it slip out anyway.
I couldn’t help but to wonder if Becca was having more success than I was. So far things with my dad were pretty much failing miserably, and a big part of me wished that I had just stuck to the original plan. It was too late for that at this point, and I pretty much decided just to wait until he finally fell asleep so that I could watch that video.
Becca had pretty much filled me in on the necessary details of how things had evolved with her dad. After she had witnessed how my dad was looking at me at the beach that day she had decided that she wanted the same thing for herself. She had seen her dad gazing at the bikinis of other girls that weren’t that much older than her, and wanted gain that attention from him the way she had seen my dad’s attention focused on me. I still couldn’t believe that I had missed that for so long, but I believed what she was telling me.
At first Becca failed at getting her dad to look at her, which wasn’t surprising. Her dad might be a sexual person but she was still, at the time, his thirteen-year-old daughter, and for the most part father’s usually view their daughters in a non-sexual way. She finally got tired of beating around the bush and ended up shocking him into it.
She told me that one evening while her mom was working she put on her nightgown and didn’t wear any panties underneath. Instead of sitting on the end of the couch that faced toward her television she sat on the other end and faced her dad. Instead of watching T.V. she played a game on her phone and slowly exposed more and more flesh to her dad until he had a perfect view of everything she had.
She said that at first her dad was able to resist the temptation, but the fact that he didn’t scold her for showing herself off to him let her know that his resistance wouldn’t last. By the end of the night she said that he could barely stop looking at her, and that she loved the idea of being completely exposed to him like that. She also loved knowing that it was her that was making him hard. I wanted the same thing and I guessed there were probably times that I had accomplished it, but If I had it had been completely unannounced to me which was disappointing to say the least.
Becca’s only problem, which seemed to be the same problem that I was having, was that her father only seemed to be interested in looking if he believed that she was totally unaware of it. Any time that she tried to meet his gaze while he was admiring her he would back off and stop doing it for a while. It seemed to her like he wanted to keep his perversion hidden tucked away in some cage, and that he was afraid to let it out. We both decided that we wanted the keys to the cage, and to free the beast. Otherwise we would both be limited to being looked at only, and would have to be satisfied with letting them do it behind our backs.
Becca’s plan to free her father’s beast was bold to say the least. Her dad never let her sit with her the way that mine did. She had tried that a couple of times before, but he always told her that she was too old for that.
She decided that she wanted her dad to “Play doctor.” She was going to tell him that she had inserted a pair of marbles up inside of her and beg her dad to get them out for her. It was an extremely risky plan, because there was always the chance that her dad would rush her to the hospital, but she was convinced that because her mom worked at the hospital she could convince him not to in order to save her mom the embarrassment. I asked her what she would do if he insisted and she shrugged and told me that she would just confess to him that it was a ploy to get him to do more than just look.
As I sat there thinking about all of this my dad just kept channel surfing. I was pretty sure that he was just going through the motions, because he had already passed up three or four shows that we normally watch together, and two of them were episodes that I didn’t think we had seen before. His mind was obviously still on our conversation.
A part of me wanted to bring it back up and find out exactly what he was thinking, but I didn’t dare. I had already done enough damage at that point, and I really just didn’t want to risk digging the hole any deeper.
He kept drinking though. I ended up going to get him two more full beers, which was way more than he was used to drinking. He was normally a one or two beer guy and that’s about it. With four of them in his system I was sure that when he did finally fall asleep I could pretty much watch the movie on full blast without waking him up.
Eventually sleep overtook him, and my moment had finally arrived. I could hear his slow and rhythmic breathing and his head was slumped against mine. I gave him a few more minutes to fall deeper into his slumber and then I gently removed the remote from his lightly closed fingers.
The second I had the remote in my hand my heart began rolling in my chest like a pair of eels twisting beneath the deep and dark waters of the ocean. I switched the television to AV and hit play. I turned the television down a little just in case, but by that time I didn’t really even care if my dad woke up. If he did I decided to lay my cards on the table much in the same way that Becca said she would if her dad insisted on taking her to the hospital. I would tell him that he either get over his hang ups, or I would start dressing like a nun whenever I was around him and making him stop checking me out behind my back.
After a few minutes the pretty blonde came up on the screen. She was wearing a green and black plaid school girl uniform, but instead of being the typical length of a real school girl uniform, it was too short to completely cover her bottom. Her blouse was unbuttoned in the front so that her cleavage was out in the open, and her hair was done in pony tails. She was wearing black high heeled shoes, and her perfect tanned legs seemed to glow on the screen.
The clip started out with her leaning against the counter in someone’s kitchen. She had a sucker in her mouth, and she was really playing up the act of licking and sucking it. So far the video seemed incredibly cliché to me, but I guessed that’s the kind of thing that guys liked.
After a few seconds of her licking her sucker a stocky older man came in. He was cute for an older guy. He was wearing a black tank top, cowboy boots, and jeans. His hair was long and dark. He had a few streaks of grey in there, but somehow it wasn’t a turn off to me. His eyes were brown, but his piercing gaze seemed to lighten them on his face.
He approached the blonde girl and put his hand on her shoulder.
“I want you to take good care of daughter while I’m gone. She’s asleep so you shouldn’t have too much trouble. I’ll be back at midnight. Your welcome to eat anything you’d like, but I do expect you to behave yourself while I’m gone.”
“Sure Mr. Galveston,” the girl said batting her big blue eyes at him as she said it. “I’ll be a perfect angel while you’re gone.”
The acting was obviously not the greatest but I guessed you couldn’t expect too much from a porno.
“That’s good. I knew I could count on you Candy,” he said patting her on the back and heading for the door.
“Oh brother,” I thought. “They actually named the character Candy?”
Apparently Candy had no intention of behaving while the master of the house was gone to wherever it was he was going. As soon as he was out of the house Candy moved to the couch, pulled her own video from beneath one of the cushions, and popped it into the player. She went back to the couch and grabbed a remote from the coffee table that was sitting in front of her. She hit play and the sound of moaning came through. The camera angle didn’t show whatever was going on in front of her, but it was obviously an adult movie.
Candy still had the sucker in her mouth, but she pulled it out, leaned back and began using it to pleasure tickle her naked clit. It didn’t really surprise me to see that the blonde wasn’t wearing panties, because she obviously wasn’t going to need them anyway.
The front door was behind Candy and in clear view in the camera shot while Candy continued to toy with herself. She was starting to get into it when the front door opened back up behind her, and Mr. Galveston popped back in. Candy shot up in her seat, but it was too late. She was definitely busted.
“What the fuck are you doing Candy? I thought I could rely on you. What if my daughter woke up and saw this?”
“I’m sorry Mr. Galveston,” Candy said once again batting her eyes at him. “I couldn’t help myself.”
“What are we going to do about this Candy. I obviously can’t go to my poker game now, because I can’t trust you. Not only that, but I think I should call your about this.”
“Please don’t Mr. Galveston. My daddy will be so mad.” Candy came to the front of Mr. Galveston and got on her knees. “Please, please please. I’ll do anything you want if you don’t tell on me.”
“What would your daddy do if he found out?”
Candy hung her head low. “He would spank me.”
“Well you have been a naughty little girl, and I think that you probably should be spanked,” he said. “I won’t tell your dad, but I’m afraid I am going to have to spank you.”
“You can’t though. Only my dad spanks me!” she said with wide eyes.
“Well…. I guess you’ll have to call me daddy then,” he answered.
I hit pause on the remote. My question had been answered. I knew right then that she was going to call him daddy. I also knew that I wanted to hear her say it. Not only that, but for some odd reason the prospect of watching him spank her even sounded good to me. I’m not sure why that was, because I had been spanked when I was little, and no part of me had liked it. As soon as it was clear to me what was about to happen though I could feel that tingling sensation down below, and I knew that I was actually going to enjoy watching his hand slapping against her bottom.
I gently got up from the recliner, because I knew something else as well. I wanted to pleasure myself while I watched it. I removed all of my clothing, and slid back into place. When I had gotten up, I had put the remote on my dad’s lap without even thinking about it. When I went to pick it back up though I realized that my dad had grown an erection. He was fully hard, and I couldn’t help but to wonder if somewhere deep in his subconscious if he was aware that I was watching the movie while he slept. I guessed that was possible. Just to make sure I listened to his sleeping, and I could feel that his heartbeat was still slow and rhythmic, which I was pretty sure meant that he was still asleep.
I settled back in, grabbed the remote, and pushed play. Then I sat the remote aside and began to gently stroke my dad beneath his soft cotton shorts while he slept. I loved the way that he felt in my hand, and I couldn’t wait to have him in my mouth again. That would be later though. At that point I was satisfied with feeling his rigidness beneath his shorts, while I continued with the movie.
Mr. Galveston was positioning himself behind the pretty blonde. He had her bent slightly over the arm of the couch. Her legs were spread slightly and her hands were braced on the arm. Mr. Galveston lifted her skirt out of the way and let it rest on her back. Candy had no tan lines to speak of. Her butt was firm and perfectly shaped, and I wondered how my butt compared to hers. He didn’t hesitate for long. He drew his hand back and brought it sharply against her buttocks, and Candy lunged forward slightly against the stinging blow.
“I’m sorry daddy! I promise I won’t do it again!” Candy cried out. “I’ll be a good girl and do whatever you want me to!”
I had to admit that hearing her beg and call him daddy was having the proper effect on me. My stomach was churning and I felt warm down below. I reached between my legs, and began to toy with myself as I continued to enjoy the scene.
“You like being a naughty girl Candy?” Mr. Galveston asked. “Do you like watching people have sex on the Television?”
Candy shrugged which was not the response that Mr. Galveston was looking for. He smacked her butt again firmly and Candy winced.
“Yes daddy. I like it. I can’t help it I love watching it!” She admitted.
“You probably want to do it don’t you?” Mr. Galveston asked as he began to lightly caress her buttocks.
“Daddy! What are you doing to my butt?” The blonde asked acting all innocent.
“I can’t help it baby girl. You really do have a gorgeous butt.”
“But daddy! This is sooo naughty. You’re not supposed to touch my butt like that!”
“Oh. You don’t like your daddy touching you like that? You want me to stop?”
“If you stop are you going to go back to spanking me again?” She put out her pouty lip, and Mr. Galveston nodded yes.
“Then I guess I would rather you rub my butt then.”
I knew that this girl and the older man were not really related, and even though it was as corny as hell I had to admit that it was still kind of hot. Hearing her call him daddy did have a certain appeal to it and I could feel myself warming even further down below. I hoped that they continued the role play, and that she would continue to refer to him as her daddy even if it wasn’t real. I definitely liked it.
One of the reasons was because it reassured me that my dad really did have those kinds of fantasies about me. All of my doubts were erased at that point and I knew that even though he was still fighting it that he wanted to do more than look. I also knew that tonight would be the last time I would have to resort to waiting until he was asleep. One way or the other I was bound and determined to get him to overcome whatever reservations he had about viewing me as more than just his daughter.
Mr. Galveston was turning Candy around to face him. She stood straight up in front of him and waited for whatever was going to come next, and so did I.
“You know Candy. Your daddy would love having his beautiful girl in a more adult way. Your daddy gets lonely sometimes.”
“Daddy!!! That’s so naughty,” Candy replied, but she leaned back onto the arm of the couch and widened her stance as Mr. Galveston’s hand began to fondle up and down her sleek body.
“Are you going to touch me down below daddy? My private parts?”
Despite the poor acting I couldn’t help but to be moved by the suggestive banter, and I stopped thinking about the video in the third person and began to imagine myself in the scene with my own father. I couldn’t help it. I pictured myself standing in front of my dad wearing virtually nothing as he suggested that he wanted to touch me inappropriately.
If my father were so bold all of this would be so much easier, but I had to admit that I didn’t even mind the challenge so much. I knew that eventually my will would win out over his, and that eventually I would have my father inside of me. The idea of actually being able to feel him sliding in and out of me sent a series of chills down my spine and I couldn’t help but to quicken my pace with my fingers.
“Oh daddy!” I blurted out even though I knew he was still asleep. “I want you so bad!” I admitted out loud.
On the television screen Mr. Galveston was running his hand up and down Candy’s leg edging his way ever closer to her womanhood.
“Oh daddy!” She cried. “I can’t believe that you are touching me like this. It’s sooooo Naughty!”
Mr. Galveston’s hand made the final trek to her slit and the camera zoomed in as his fingers opened her up and began to massage her clitoris.
“That feels so goooood daddy!” Candy told the audience, and I had to admit that I was a little jealous that while she was able to feel the touch of another human being that I had only my own fingers to pleasure myself with. I wanted to feel my father’s hands and fingers on me.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I wanted my father’s package out of its prison and in the open. I might not be able to feel his hands on me, but I could feel my hands on him. I started for his waistband, but a better idea occurred to me. I rolled back off of him, and went to our junk drawer, grabbed a pair of scissors and went back to my sleeping father.
I began to cut, starting from the bottom and working my up, being careful not to catch any skin, which would definitely wake him. Once I had one side snipped completely through I went to the other side, and repeated the process. Then I did the same with his boxers and then folded the cut material out of the way. I felt a devilish grin cross over my face as I worked. He might be a little pissed about me destroying his favorite shorts and a pair of his boxers, and I still wasn’t one hundred percent sure that he wasn’t going to completely wig out about this whole thing, but in the end the evidence in my favor was strong enough to convince me that he’d get over it.
Once I was back into the saddle with my dad I had more freedom then I had the night before. He was still as hard as a rock and I went right to work, wrapping my fingers around his thick shaft and gliding them lightly up and down. There was no doubt in my mind that this night was going to end differently than the previous one had. I was no longer going to wait for him to take the lead. I had tried that then night before—leaving a puddle of his semen on his stomach for him to find—and that hadn’t worked. He still resisted making any move.
I guessed that I couldn’t blame him for not wanting to hurt me, and I was sure that’s what he thought he would be doing if he tried anything. The fact was that he wouldn’t be hurting me though. I loved my dad more than anything and I wanted to please him and make him feel good. He deserved to have a woman in his life that cared about him and treated him good. He deserved to be happy, and to have someone to sleep next to and to cuddle with, because I knew that’s what he liked.
My mother had never done any of those things for him. I knew that my dad had made a lot of sacrifices and I also knew that he had put up with her for as long as he did because the idea of only seeing me on the weekends wasn’t easy for him. Ultimately his worst fear came true, but only after he finally stood up to my mother that one single time. Once she knew he was capable of that she dumped him, and now he was alone. Alone didn’t have to be alone though. I could fix all that.
I took my dad into my mouth and began to lick his helmet like I did the night before. I could taste his precum as it leaked onto my tongue. I swirled it around the head of his penis and then took him further into my mouth. I wanted to feel him further in so I opened my mouth as much as I could, relaxed my throat and slid my mouth further onto him. Internally I seconded Candy’s sentiment that what I was doing to my father was “sooo naughty,” but I didn’t care anymore. I liked sucking his dick and I knew that wouldn’t regret it, and I also knew that I wanted to do it as often as I could. I couldn’t wait to feel him squirting into my mouth like he did the night before.
“Your daughter likes being naughty with you daddy!” I said just above a whisper after I lifted my head back off of his lap. “You don’t have to worry daddy. I like it and I will never regret it. I want to do this with you all of the time. I want to taste your cum again daddy!”
I knew that my dad couldn’t consciously hear me, but I didn’t care. Saying those words to him even though he was sleeping felt wonderful, and I could feel my pussy beginning to drip. I didn’t think I was going to be able to refrain from out and out raping my dad while he slept. I needed to have him inside of me, and to feel him breaking my cherry. I preferred that he was awake when that happened, but if he didn’t wake up soon I was going to do it without him so to speak.
I began to bob my head up and down onto him concentrating on the way that his torpedo felt as it penetrated deep into my mouth. My dad’s dick was big, and it took my concentration to keep from gagging but I was thoroughly enjoying the way it felt as it touched the back of my throat.
“Oh, fuck!” He said suddenly.
“Melissa…. Oh my God!” He added, but he wasn’t stopping me. His hands came up to my head and he lightly stroked my hair as I continued to please him with my mouth. I couldn’t believe that he was actually awake now, and he wasn’t stopping me. He was letting me suck his dick, and his breathing was getting heavier.
“Oh God. Please don’t hate me Mel, but I love the way that your lips feel right now!”
I lifted my head up and looked at him. “I don’t hate you daddy! I want you to like it. I want you to love it, and I want you to let me do it all the time!” I bent my head back down and took him back into my mouth.
“Shit!” He said through gritted teeth, as his fingers retook their place on my head and began to massage my scalp. “What if I cum?”
I shrugged my shoulders and kept working my mouth around his shaft. I sucked in to let him know that I was ready, and hoped he got the hint. If he was ready then so was I.
”Oh my God I can’t believe your actually doing this. I’ve thought about it for soo long! I’m gonna cum sweetie!” He said, and he started to lift up on my head, but there was no way that I was going to let him deny me of my prize. Making him cum was what I wanted to do and tasting it, as naughty as I felt like that was, was what I wanted. I pulled downward against the upward motion of his hands just in time to catch the first squirt into my mouth. I could feel it oozing out, and I could taste the different texture of it, but there wasn’t nearly as much as there had been the night before. I swallowed it all easily, and when he was done squirting I came up and smiled at him.
He had a dumbfounded look on his face, and he finally realized what was playing on the television. He also realized that his shorts and underwear were in shreds around his waist.
“What the hell have you been up to?” he asked me.
I shrugged my shoulders and my grin widened. “I guess you’ve raised a very naughty little girl daddy!” I said mimicking Candy’s voice.
“You mean that you actually want to do this?”
I nodded enthusiastically. “All the time please!”
“Wow,” he said. “I don’t fucking believe it.”
Hearing my father swear like that felt funny to my ears. I wasn’t used to him cussing in front of me, but I knew that it meant that he really was finding it difficult to believe.
“Did you do that last night too?” He asked me.
I nodded and smiled big for him. He chuckled and shook his head no in disbelief. “I guess deep down I knew that, but I refused to believe it. He brought my face in close and gave me a peck on the lips. I automatically closed my eyes for the smooch, and when he pulled away I kept my mouth puckered, and my eyes closed waiting for another one. He caved and gave me another smack on the lips, but I wasn’t done. I wanted more kisses from him.
Finally he got the hint, and he brought his lips to mine and left them there. I instinctively opened my mouth, which is what the passion that was rebuilding inside of me demanded. I didn’t fight it. I wanted to feel his tongue mingling with mine. I didn’t even mind the beer taste so much, because it came from him. I straddled his lap so that I could be more comfortable, and I could feel him hardening against me and I couldn’t help but to hump my groin into his.
Having something other than my own fingers rubbing against my slit was more amazing than I could have imagined, especially since it was my fathers naked tool. Just knowing that the man that had helped to bring me into this world had his naked dick rubbing against my slit was making my insides grumble with hunger and my desire to have him inside of me turned into a fevered roar.
“Oh God daddy I want you so bad right now!”
He gave me a serious look.
“Melissa… I don’t…”
”Shut up and quit fighting it dad! It’s gonna happen ya know!” I told him with my signature shit eating grin on my face. “I always get my way!”
He didn’t say another word. He lifted me up off of his lap and carried me to the couch. I expected him to climb up on top of me and my stomach rolled in anticipation, but that wasn’t what he did. He positioned me on the couch so my bottom was on the edge, and spread my legs, but instead of getting on top of me he knelt down in front of me and began to lick my legs and thighs.
“Oh My God Daddy! Are you gonna lick me?” I said joyously.
This time it was him that nodded with a grin. “Every chance I get. I have been dreaming of this day for a long time Melissa. You don’t mind if your daddy tastes your juices do you?”
“Mmmm,” I coo’d. “That sounds awfully naughty daddy… Are you sure that’s what you want to do to your innocent little daughter?” I said once again mimicking Candy’s corny talk.
“Yes I do,” he answered, and slid his tongue up and down my slit.
The moment his tongue touched me my tingles turned into torrents. I couldn’t take my eyes off of my dad’s half buried face as he began to munch me like a hungry cat. His tongue felt like a stun gun as he sent wave after wave of pleasure through my pussy. At first he worked my clit with a skill that I had never known was possible. He seemed to know exactly what I wanted and everything I needed for him to do with the knob that was between my lips. He worked it with his tongue which sent volts of electricity through my entire lower region and just when I didn’t think I could take any more he worked his tongue to the inside of my opening and began to slide it in and out which drove me insane.
“Oh Fuck Daddy…. Yes!!! Fuck me with your tongue you naughty daddy!” I said playfully.
I felt so liberating being allowed to talk like the teen from the Television and the fact that it didn’t bother him made me feel so much older. I slid my legs onto his shoulders and drew his face tight against my abdomen as he continued to work the gentle folds of my flower.
“Oh please daddy! Make me cum!” I instructed knowing full well that I was close to doing just that.
My words got caught in my stomach after that. My entire body locked up, my legs tightened around his neck like a thick noose. I was beyond controlling my muscles as his tongue did dives in and out of me. I involuntarily drew him in tight against my abdomen and locked him in, and my stomach began contracting with a pleasure so intense that it was almost painful. I came on his face in gushes and I could actually feel my juices flowing from somewhere inside of me. My eyes rolled back in my head, and a blood curling scream filled the room. I almost couldn’t believe that it came from my own set of lungs.
I panted uncontrollably trying desperately to regain my breath when it was over.
“Are you okay?” My dad asked me hesitantly, with that all too familiar hint of guilt in his voice.
“Shut up and fuck me,” I said and I couldn’t help but to laugh at the dumbfounded look on his face, but he didn’t argue. He climbed up on top of me and guided himself into my opening.
I could tell by the look on his face that he was still unsure about what he was about to do. I could almost read his thoughts as he questioned whether or not he was betraying me by doing this, and I admired how much I knew that he cared for me. This man that was hovering above me truly was my hero, and he cared for my well being so much that the last thing in the world he wanted to do was betray or hurt me in any mental, physical, or emotional way. It was this degree of love for me that had inspired me to come this far. The sex part was great, but only because ultimately we shared so much more than that, and I wasn’t about to let him feel even the slightest bit guilty about what we were about to do. It was beautiful through and through and there was nothing for him to worry about.
“It really is okay daddy. I mean it. I want this more than I have ever, and I want it to be with you. There isn’t another guy on this planet that is more worthy of being my first than you. I love you and I want to love you in every way—Completely—Utterly—and Physically…. Definitely physically!”
He smiled at me, and his smile filled my heart and made it overflow.
I loved him….
And I loved him…
And I loved him some more.
I felt the pressure in my lower region increase as he added pressure forcing me to open wider to receive him. I knew that my father’s penis was larger than I should probably be trying to take on, especially for my first time, but I didn’t care. I didn’t think that he was too big for me to take, but I knew that it was going to be a challenge. I was up for it. I spread my legs more and I did my best to relax. I was rewarded with another inch or so of his manhood, and I could feel the pressure against my hymen just as it tore and he entered me by another inch.
I wanted to say stuff while he made love to me, but I couldn’t. The emotions that were flowing through me were just too intense. No words came to me, and I knew that if I tried to talk that the only thing things that would leave my mouth would be jibberish. All I knew was that he felt wonderful inside of me, and I couldn’t believe that what we were doing was considered taboo, and/or wrong. For the life of me, in that moment, I couldn’t imagine any single wrong thing about it. My father was inside of me and all I could think to describe it was that we were “connected.” Like to cans with a string punched through the center, that you could talk into one side, and hear from the other.
At first it did hurt a little, but I’m pretty sure that I was able to hide that from him. I knew that if he thought he was hurting me at all that he would stop, and that was the last thing that I wanted for him to do. I wanted to keep going, and that’s all that mattered to me. I didn’t want our connection to be broken. I wanted to experience it fully and I didn’t want to wait.
After a few minutes though the pain stopped and that wonderful feeling came back and all I could do was marvel at how great it felt to have him inside of me. I knew as he slid into me just how much of him was inside of me, and I could tell just before he bottomed out that he was nearly all the way in and I just laid there and looked into his eyes as slowly worked himself in and out of me.
It’s not that I was naive enough to think that all we were doing was making love either. I knew that if it were another guy that was about my age was the one on top of me, that no matter how strong my feelings for him were, that it still would have been different. The fact that it was my dad doing it somehow made it better, and half of the reason for that was because of the fact that he was my father, and fucking him just wasn’t supposed to be on my agenda. Somehow that added to the thrill and I was okay with that. Fucking my dad might be wrong, but it was fun too, and in the end we did love and respect each other, and so what if we couldn’t walk around holding hands or bragging about it. Who cared about that anyway.
“I love you so much daddy!” I finally said as my words seemed to be reborn again in my head.
“I love you too Melissa,” he said back.
“Faster,” I said feeling the need for more friction.
I’m pretty sure he was feeling the same way because he didn’t question my request at all. He increased his pace, and I could hear his breathing increase with the effort. Before long the sound of his hips smacking against mine filled the room as he began to thrust into me at a fevered pitch. I was once again overwhelmed as my second climax began to build inside of me.
“OOOOOHHHH GAAA’AAAWD DAAAA’AAADDDYYY!” I screamed and I felt him cumming inside of me. He got a worried look on his face, and I knew that he hadn’t planned on releasing inside of me like that, but I didn’t care. I loved knowing that his seed was in there, and I smiled up at him and kissed him deeply with a smile on my face.
“Thank you daddy,” I said, and he got another dumb look.