It's been over ten years since my wife Megan died from breast cancer. I'll spare you the details, but this strain had one of the lower survival rates. To make a long story short, we chose the most aggressive treatment first because there wouldn't be time for a second choice. The upside to this is that her suffering was relatively brief. If I wanted you to pity me, I'd say that it fell to me to take care of our teenage daughter Molly, but the truth is that we had already raised her to be relatively mature and self-sufficient, so most of that work was done.
Since then, Molly has finished law school and is presently an associate at a firm that argues a lot of cases in front of the state supreme court. (Credit Megan for the fact that we had created a pretty good college fund for Molly.) I was already successful at my job, assessing and developing new locations for franchise restaurants, and I've continued that success.
My success didn't come at the expense of my family, but it doesn't leave me many opportunities for dating. Molly is in a similar position. Between that and the tight housing market that our area has seen in recent years, it's just made sense for Molly to continue to live with me. Fortunately for both of us, our house is big enough that we were able to put her room far away from mine, so if she did bring a guy home, I wouldn't hear anything unless I stood directly outside her door.
This year, all of Molly's friends had places to go on New Year's Eve, so she went with me to a party that one of my poker buddies threw. She had a winter jacket on, so I didn't see her dress until later. One of the guests, Don, knew me because he used to work for us before he got a job with the company that handles our payroll. He commented that there was an impressive range of ages at the party, specifically that there were a number of nice-looking ladies not much younger than him.
"Still doing well with the ladies?" I asked him. When he was with us, he had a reputation as a ladies' man, but not in a way that would cause problems for him or us at work. At the time, I had recently decided that I was ready to date again, so he and I were the only eligible men in the office, and we joked about such things when we knew it was safe to do so.
"Just got back in the fray," he said. "I'd been dating this teacher, Barb, but she got a better job on the other side of the state, and neither of us was interested in a long-distance relationship." Before I could say anything, he turned his head and said, "Ooh, there's a nice-looking one, Scott!"
He was looking at Molly. She wore a blue strapless dress that left no doubt that she has an ample bosom, even though it didn't expose anything but her shoulders. I always thought she was beautiful, but I assumed it was just my fatherly prejudice. Now I saw it was for real. Remembering when Don and I used to joke about competing, I had an idea. "I bet I can get her to go home with me."
"Tonight?" he asked.
"Tonight," I said.
"What are you betting?"
"I've still got that ticket stub from the first Super Bowl. What have you got?"
"You remember the contest we had for the vintage Moët? Jeff won it, and I bought it from him. I've got most of it left."
I was only doing this for fun, so I didn't plan to keep whatever he offered. I took the bet and excused myself. I didn't go anywhere near Molly, but I sent her a text to meet me in the kitchen. I told her what was going on, and she agreed. She went to the punch bowl, and I came around a minute later. It was close enough to Don that he could see her, but far enough that he couldn't hear our conversation. I stroked her cheek while I asked her if she'd changed the air filter downstairs. She said yes and asked whether we needed to defrost the refrigerator, touching herself just above her cleavage. For the first time, I actually got aroused looking at her. I could see that Don was looking at us, so I motioned her to follow me.
I introduced them. "Molly, this is Don."
He glanced briefly at her chest and said, "You're much prettier than your TV namesake."
"If you're talking about 'Mike and Molly', Melissa McCarthy is quite attractive in her own right," Molly insisted.
Don attempted to recover. "Of course she is; I ... I didn't mean to say she isn't! I'm just saying, you're prettier."
I lied to present a cover. "If you're going to make a pop culture reference, go with 'unsinkable,' 'cause her name's Molly Brown. She's a lawyer that handles some of our contracts." In order to give her a chance to play the game, I said that I saw another old friend.
I was lying, but I actually did find one of Megan's old friends and caught up with her. Ten minutes later, I worked my way around to a dance floor. Molly and Don were dancing to a song that I knew was popular twenty years ago, although being a dad by that time, I had only a passing interest in current music. I asked Don, "May I cut in?"
"Of course," he said, and he walked away.
"How's it going?" I asked Molly, once he was out of earshot. "Is he making a fool of himself?"
"If you're expecting me to say, 'Thank God you warned me about him,' or something, no. He seems nice enough."
The DJ put on a song that my generation used to dance to. As a joke, I did the Batusi, where you make V's with your fingers at the middle of your face and pull them back, but Molly thought I was making a "Pulp Fiction" reference. Don had walked away by the time the song ended. I told her to enjoy herself and went to see who else was around.
I found Don, and he said, "I just thought of something. How will I know? Are you gonna take a picture? That'll be hard to pull off if you wanna get invited to any more parties."
I looked at his jacket. "Do you have a spare cuff link?"
He reached into his pocket. "Yeah."
"I'll slip it into her purse, and she can call you from my house to tell you she found it. When my name shows up on the Caller ID, you'll know where she is."
He handed me the cuff link, and then he wrote his phone number down for me. It was the only number I'd pick up that night. That was around eleven o'clock. I didn't see him and Molly together the rest of the night, until a few minutes before midnight. I made sure I was near Don when Molly found me. "There you are, Scott!" she said. "You promised me the midnight dance."
"Gotta go," I told Don. I kept an eye on him, making sure he saw us together. I didn't feel bad for him, since I saw a woman closer to his age taking his hand.
As the countdown started, Molly put my hand on her back. I could see straight down the front of her dress. I tried to stay far enough apart that she couldn't feel my erection, but to no avail. I just had to hope no one else saw it, especially anyone who knew who she was. At the stroke of midnight, I leaned down to kiss her. She surprised me by kissing me on the lips and putting one hand just above my butt. Don did not ignore his lady, but he could definitely see us kissing. Since I couldn't conceal anything from Molly, I pulled her closer and kissed her harder for his benefit.
After we finished our kiss, we let go. She stepped back and I waited for her reaction. When everyone was finished singing "Auld Lang Syne", I leaned in and whispered, "As your father, I could never let myself really notice how beautiful you are. Tonight I slipped. But I'm really proud of everything you've accomplished."
"It's okay," Molly said. "When I was in junior high, some of my friends thought you were cute. I said it was just because you looked like that one guy on 'L.A. Law', but I realized I had it backwards. I thought he was cute because he reminded me of you."
Fifteen minutes later, Molly went with me as I said goodnight to Don. "Don't forget to call!" he said. He tried to act like he was talking to Molly, but we knew he was talking about the bet.
As we left, I asked, "You let him give you his number?"
"I had to, so he won't wonder how I got it when I call him."
"You didn't give him yours, did you? Because then he'll know what's going on."
"Just my cell phone," she assured me.
We drove home, and waited about ten minutes, Molly in her beautiful dress, me with just a tiny bit of stubble grown back since I'd shaved before the party, and she called Don. I listened on the extension to hear his reaction. "Hi, Don?"
"Yeah ..."
"This is Molly Brown. I just got home. Did you lose a cuff link?" I had turned on some romantic music just so he'd think we were having a sexy time.
I could hear him raising his arm. He hadn't, of course, but he said, "Yeah, I did!"
I heard the voice on the CD behind Molly. She told Don, "I think it fell into my purse when we were dancing."
"And you just got home?" He had to be looking at the Caller ID by now.
"Yeah." I was looking through the doorway, and Molly was trying not to laugh.
"This is kind of a bad time," Don said. I heard a woman's voice in the background. It was clearly on Don's end, and not Molly's voice, so he was obviously having a good time despite our little prank. "I'll call you back tomorrow."
Instead of a genuine laugh, Molly faked a giggle. She stage-whispered, "I'm on the phone!" as if I were there doing something to her. By now, I'd hung up the portable phone, and I was standing behind her. I ran my fingers up her thighs, and she jumped. "Scott!" she said indignantly.
"Sounds like you're busy, too," Don said. "Talk to you later. Thanks for letting me know!"
Molly hung up too and turned around. I waited for her reaction. She pulled me to her and ran her fingers up and down my spine. She said, "You're bad ... Scott!" Since we were in this position, I reached around and tickled her ass. She moved, but instead of moving away from my hand, she moved so that my fingers were between her buttocks. I rubbed the area right over her asshole. She moved toward me, and there was no way she couldn't feel my cock. "Unzip me," she said. I ran my fingers up her spine until I found the zipper on her dress. I pulled it down, and Molly wriggled out of the dress as I went.
"You are so beautiful," I whispered.
Molly moved back, her hips swaying as she went. "You like what you see?"
"Shake what your mama gave you!" I said.
"Judging by the family pictures I've seen, I think it was your mama who gave it to me."
"This is awkward enough," I told her. "Let's not go there."
Molly took my hand. "You don't want this?"
I looked down at the tent in my pants. "I guess there's no point in denying it." She rubbed my cock through my pants and pulled the end of my belt out.
"Fair is fair," I said, and I dropped my pants to the ground.
"I really liked dancing with you tonight," she said.
"Even when I was like this?" I asked, pressing her hand to my cock again.
"Especially then," she said. The CD I'd put on was still going, and the music was even sexier than what Don had heard. She put my arms around her. She'd worn bikini panties, so I could see most of her butt in addition to feeling it. "Do that some more," she said.
As we moved to the music, I felt something rising in my throat. "You're so beautiful, Molly."
"You said that already."
"Did I tell you I love you?"
"Every day of my life," Molly said. "Just never like this before."
For some reason, my cock head chose that moment to poke out of the fly. Knowing that Molly approved, I pressed it against her thigh. "We both want this, don't we?"
Molly found the couch and lay back on it. "Yeah." I got on top of her. We lay there kissing and writhing, but without removing any more clothing. After several minutes, our clothes weren't accomplishing anything. I could feel our hearts beating, and my cock was rubbing over her pussy. "Take it off," she said. I got up and pulled my shorts down. "I meant mine," she murmured. I leaned down and pulled her underwear past her knees.
"I haven't seen this since the last time I gave you a bath when you were a year old," I told her.
Molly countered, "And I've never seen yours. As far as I can remember." She took my cock and stroked it a few times.
I responded by reaching between her legs and stroking her pussy hairs. As I stuck a finger inside her, I said, "I'm going to hell for this, aren't I?"
"If you are, I'm going with you," she said. We kept going like this until Molly sat up and took her bra off. I took my shirt off in response. She lay back again. I crawled over her and stroked her breasts, first on the sides, then moving closer. When I got to her nipples, I leaned down and took the left one in my mouth. "Oh, Dad," she cooed.
"Call me Scott," I told her.
Molly protested. "You're my dad, and I love you and want you." I looked at her with no change in expression. "Okay, Scott," she said.
"It's been so long since a woman called me by my name," I told her.
"What about your mom?" Molly asked.
"She doesn't count," I answered.
Molly put her feet on my back and pressed her heels against my shoulders. "Why not? Because she's your parent?"
"Okay, point taken. Keep doing that."
"Only if you keep doing what you were doing," she said. I moved my mouth to the other side and licked around the nipple while I caressed the other breast some more. "Scott ... Scott ..."
Molly moved her heels down my back, over my butt and down to my thighs. She pulled forward, and I moved with her until my cock was only an inch or two away from her pussy. "Are you ready for this?" I asked.
"I will be once we're in your bed," she answered.
I tried to pick her up like a newlywed, but I couldn't get my hands in the right places. Molly got up, took my hand and put it on her breast again. "I want you," I told her.
"I want you too, but as an equal," she said. She moved my hand away from her breast and held it. "Let's go to bed ... together." We walked into my bedroom. I pulled the comforter off, and she lay in the spot where her mother used to sleep.
"No one else has been here in ten years," I noted.
"It's time, Scott," she said. This first-name business was coming easily to her.
Molly was lying on her side. I lay on mine, facing her. My dick was almost pointing forward. Molly stroked it, then moved her hand over my hip and scooted toward me. I did the same, and my dick was pressing against her thighs. She moved her hips back a little, allowing it to move up until it touched her pussy. I moved toward her, and my dick entered ... the space between her thighs. She put her hand on my neck, moved forward and kissed me on the lips. "Do it," she said.
I positioned myself so my dick was pointing up and said, "I'm trying to." Molly lifted her leg. I put my fingers over her pussy lips. Molly gasped a little as I got the head in.
"We're really doing this," she said.
"Are you enjoying it?" I asked.
Molly rolled me onto my back and thrust her hips back and forth. "This answer your question?" she asked. I could feel her pubic bone as my cock moved in and out.
Her breasts were waving over my face as she did this. I put my arms up and pulled her closer so I could suck on her nipples again. She panted as we thrust our hips in and out. Then she sat up and pistoned herself over me. I looked at the spot where we met. "You have such a lovely vulva," I said.
"We're lovers, Dad," Molly said. "You don't have to be clinical."
"Then I can tell you it's the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen."
"And I'm loving your cock. It's so hard!"
"I haven't seen tits bouncing this freely since we tried to give you a brother."
Molly didn't stop, but she slowed down. "When was this?"
I stopped thrusting, and she picked up the slack. "When you were four or five, you said you wished you had a brother or sister to play with. We'd always planned on having two kids anyway, so we tried for the next month or two. It just never happened."
By now she was mashing herself hard against my crotch. "Doing it this way seems like it would be counterproductive."
"I wasn't talking about bouncing up and down. She was on her back, and her tits were shaking side to side."
"I hate to interrupt this journey down memory lane, but I'm gonna come." Molly stood still and arched her back.
"Me, too!" I shouted. I grabbed her hips and pulled her down to kiss her.
"Oh, Scott! Come inside me!"
"I am!" I told her, as if she couldn't tell.
When we'd both finished coming, Molly disengaged herself from me. "You really like my pussy, huh?"
"It's gorgeous."
She moved up on her knees until her lips were over my mouth. "Then gorge yourself!" She leaned forward and supported herself on the headboard. I pointed my tongue up to the base of her pussy and traced it from bottom to top. I licked a circle around her clit and then across it. "Oh, Scott!" she moaned.
"Dad," I said. "Go ahead and call me Dad. If we're gonna be naughty, we may as well celebrate it."
"Then eat my pussy, Dad!" I tried, but she turned herself around and then leaned down. I'd barely gotten my tongue inside her when I felt her tongue on my balls. "That's right, I'm gonna suck my daddy's dick!" I put my hands on her buttocks so I could keep her pussy within reach. I ran my tongue around in circles inside her while she licked back and forth around my shaft. When she licked my balls, I got so hard, she couldn't keep my cock down. Rather than trying, she took the head in her mouth and slowly took me inside her. I pulled my tongue most of the way out and ran it up and down between her soft pussy lips. I was the hardest I'd ever been when she let me out. She asked, "Ready to blow?" I mumbled something affirmative. "Then I want you in me again." She tried to turn around to screw some more, but it was too late. As soon as she was up straight, I came. Most of it got on her belly, but some of it landed on mine and some on her tits.
She did get turned around, and she eased herself down until we were face to face. When we both had our breath back, I said, "Uh, speaking of giving you a brother ..."
"Don't worry," she said. "I'm on the Pill." I let a sigh of relief out, but she added, "But it's kind of a pity."
I sat up quickly. "You mean you want--"
"Oh, God, no!" Molly said. "I don't want you or anyone else to get me pregnant right now. But this is the hottest sex I've ever had, and part of it is knowing that it's forbidden. Well, how much hotter would it be if it really was possible?"
We looked each other in the eye for a minute, and then I said, "Holy shit, that's exciting!" I pushed her onto her back. She spread her legs, and in an instant I was inside her again. "Fuck! Yeah! We're gonna get caught!" I shouted.
"Fuck me, Daddy! Gimme a little inbred baby!" Her heels were on my butt again, and this time she was pushing me hard. I reached out and rubbed her tits while I fucked her. Well, I tried anyway, but she was shaking so hard that it was all I could do to occasionally brush the palms of my hands over her nipples.
"I'm ready to come, Molly! I'm gonna fill your womb!" She moved her feet under my thighs, pushing my cock toward the top of her pussy. I held her thighs to make sure every last sperm made it inside.
"Give it to me, Daddy! Come in my cunt!" I nodded to indicate that I was doing exactly that.
When the last of my cum was leaving me, I eased myself down. "You do that like you've tried to get pregnant before," I noted.
"No, but I've heard my girlfriends talk about it," Molly explained. She panted a little and said, "That was amazing."
I moved off to the side and said, "Yeah, it was, wasn't it?" After a brief silence, I chuckled. "When's your birthday?"
Molly acted like it was a stupid question. "October fir--Oh, my God, Dad! You mean ...?"
"Yeah. You're the two best New Year's Days I've ever had."
Molly fell asleep before I did. I wondered if she'd regret it in the morning. I needn't have worried. I woke to find Molly licking my dick again. She looked up at me and saw that I was awake. "I thought I'd finish what I started last night," she said. I started to say that I should do the same, but I decided I wanted to enjoy this. She took the head in her mouth and began bobbing up and down like she'd done the night before. This time, though, she was able to concentrate only on what she was doing. She went slowly, and soon I had that kind of erection that isn't what you'd call super-hard, just very firm. On one of her upward strokes, she had only the head in her mouth, and she stroked the shaft. She went back and forth, having my dick in only her hand or her mouth at any given time. When the foreskin was all the way back, she licked the exposed crown, and I lost it. She had just gotten me back into her mouth, and I exploded inside. She practically inhaled my cum, and then she moved up and kissed me. We shared my cum and our saliva, and I reached between us to play with her pussy.
"I should finish, too," I said. I got two fingers inside her pussy. Molly lay on her back and spread her legs. I moved down and started eating her much the same way I'd done the night before, but this time she brought her knees up around my head. I was getting hard again. I wanted to fuck her, but this was the longest look I'd had at a pussy in fifteen years. I pulled her lips apart so I could see her inner flesh as I consumed it. I licked her and rubbed her and fingered her in every possible combination. When I had three fingers going in and out together, and I could clearly see the entire circumference of her pussy lips, she started shaking. She pulled her legs up higher, and I had that moment that guys try to accomplish through autoerotic asphyxiation. I moved my head down further so she wasn't quite choking me and licked up her juices.
When Molly finished coming, she let her legs go limp again. I kissed my way up her belly to her tits and then her mouth. I didn't have to ask. While we were kissing, she found my cock and pointed it toward her pussy again. "Make love to me, Scott," she said. I was a little tired from the night before, but I was able to maintain a steady pace.
"Fingertips," I implored, and soon I felt her running her fingers up and down my spine. "Scratch me," I said.
"Daddy!" Molly said indignantly.
"It'll help with a plan I came up with for later."
"Okay," she said, and soon I felt her nails scraping my shoulder blades. It had the additional effect of making me fuck her harder.
"I don't hear my balls slapping against you," I said. "You know what that means?"
"Do I ever," she said.
"You ready?"
"Uh-huh," she panted.
"Tell me what you want." I gave her a devilish look.
"Come in your little girl's waiting pussy, you dirty daddy!" That was a little more than I'd hoped for, but I loved it.
"You want me to spray your insides, don't you?"
"Come so hard it shoots all the way to the back of me!" And soon it felt as though I was.
Around two that afternoon, the doorbell rang. I told Molly to wait just out of sight of the living room. I answered the door in sweat pants but no shirt. Don handed me the wine and asked for his cuff link. I turned around, giving Don a view of the scratch marks on my back, and shouted, "Molly, he's here!" Molly came out wearing only a bathrobe that had my monogram on it. She was shaking her wet hair, letting him know she'd just come out of the shower. I didn't claim that we'd just showered together, but if he drew that conclusion on his own, I wasn't going to say otherwise.
She handed Don his cuff link, but she intentionally dropped it on the ground. When she bent down to pick it up, the robe came up just enough to reveal the very bottom part of her butt. I gave him a look that said, "Yeah, I nailed that beauty."
We both went back to our busy schedules the very next day, but in the weeks since then, we've found at least one night every week when we could stay home and make love. We've already decided to celebrate Valentine's Day with the Moët. How much will end up in our bodies rather than on them remains to be seen.
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Since New Year's Day, my dad and I have found a night each week when we could have sex. We love and desire each other, so it's not in any way abusive. I'm an only child, so there aren't any other relationships that it could complicate. I'm basically self-sufficient, so it's not even financially oppressive. By late January, we knew neither one of us would have a conventional love interest by Valentine's Day, so we decided to be each other's date that night.
We couldn't go anywhere local because people might recognize us, and it was the middle of the week, so going out of town wasn't an option. Because Dad's company operates franchise restaurants, he was able to bring home a lobster dinner. Mom was allergic to seafood, so we never had it at home when I was growing up. Dad had even made it a point to wash his hands before coming home if he visited one of the company's seafood franchises.
Before dinner, we exchanged valentines and gifts. Needless to say, there aren't a lot of sexy cards that a father and daughter can give each other, so we had to improvise. When I was seven, I gave him a card with Mickey Mouse on it, and Mom bought a tie pin for me to give him. He gave me a Ninja Turtles card, because I was really into them at the time, and a box of chocolates. This year I bought one of those cards that states plainly that we're going to be naked at the end of the night and wrote, "Dad," on the front. Then he gave me one that he made on the computer. He told me how beautiful every part of my body was, occasionally mentioning things where I reminded him of my mom. I melted when I read it. I could barely keep it together long enough for him to open the anniversary DVD release of "When Harry Met Sally", and he gave me a sheer red nightgown with a matching panty that tied on the sides. Like the chocolates 20 years ago, we understood that it was really a gift for both of us.
I'd only had lobster once before in my life, and that was a date who thought it entitled him to get into my pants. My date tonight knew that I'd let him in willingly even if we had TV dinners. We sat at the table and fed each other lobster. I had brought strawberries, and we had them with ice cream for dessert. Once I'd managed to eat one serving without spilling any, I changed into the nightgown and we ordered an R-rated movie on demand. Dad stripped down to a pair of red silk boxers with white hearts. I didn't ask, but judging by their condition, I figured he'd bought them when Mom was alive, and I was the first woman to see him wearing them.
About a half-hour into the movie, I laid my head on Dad's lap. At first, all he did was caress my legs, and we occasionally looked lovingly at each other. When we got to the shower scene, I wanted to see it better, so I turned onto my side. He didn't move his hand, so now it was over my thigh. I also felt his hard dick under my cheek, but I don't know whether I just hadn't noticed it or the motion of my head made it that way. This was an R movie, not an X, so we saw a silhouette where they were obviously supposed to be fucking, but you couldn't make out anything sexier than her boobs or his ass. At that point, Dad moved his hand up to the panty. Involuntarily, I lifted my leg to give him access. He put his hand there while we continued to watch. When the guy picked the woman up and held her against the shower wall, it took my attention away from me and Dad, and my leg came back down. Dad's hand was now on my pussy, and he couldn't get it away unless I lifted my leg again. We looked at each other. I wiggled a little, and instead of removing his hand, he reached under the panty and stroked the bottom part of my pussy. I shifted away from the television, and soon I had his finger inside me up to the knuckle. "I love you, Dad," I told him.
"I love you, too, Holly," he said. "There's no one I'd rather be with on Valentine's Day." He wiggled his finger inside me a little. That made me squirm a little, taking his finger even deeper. He touched a spot I'd never reached with my own finger. I moaned a little, and I guess that made him even harder. I sat up next to him. His finger came out of me, but now I could see his cock straining against his shorts.
"Your turn," I said. I kissed him on the cheek and rubbed his cock through the shorts. He was pointing even harder now. I didn't want him to be in agony, so I pulled on the right side of the waistband. He lifted himself off the cushion. I knelt in front of him and pulled it down a little at a time, savoring the reveal. First I saw a little of the shaft, then the balls, and then more of the shaft, but not the head.
"I never noticed what a beautiful bottom you have," Dad said. I wasn't aware until then how little the panty covered in the back. I wiggled my butt a little bit for his enjoyment, and then I pulled his shorts down so far that his dick popped all the way out. He was already leaking a little pre-cum. I gently pulled the foreskin back and lifted the shaft so I could swirl my tongue around the head. I licked up and down each side and held it up further so I could tongue each of his balls. I came back up and took the head into my mouth. "I like it when you ease your way down," he told me. I moved down about an inch at a time, taking the time to feel where his glans was in my mouth. Dad's so gentle. He never pushes my head down the way some guys do, but he did reach down and caress my cheek, pushing me a little to the side. I understood what he wanted. Once I had all that I could take in, I made a show of having the head go back and forth against my cheek. I did that a few times before I felt his balls contracting. I took him down the center again just as he said, "I'm coming! I'm coming, Holly!"
I grunted something and pulled back. I felt a small spurt hit the roof of my mouth, followed by a larger one that didn't quite reach the back of my tongue. I opened my mouth enough that he could sort of understand me saying, "Give it to me, Daddy!" I managed to get one burst to go straight to my throat and tasted the rest. I thought I got it all, but when I looked in the mirror the next morning, I noticed a little that had stuck to my chin.
I didn't realize it, but Dad had paused the movie when I got up to kneel. Once I was sitting beside him again, he resumed playing the movie. We saw the silhouette of the guy making one last thrust inside the woman and then standing still. "Later," he whispered to me.
A little later, there was a scene at a strip club. The camera focused on one woman who had massive tits. "What do you think, Scott?" I asked.
"Big," he said matter-of-factly. "But bigger isn't always better. After a certain point, shape is more important."
"Really?" I asked.
"There's a much sexier pair right here in the room with me," he said.
I pulled the negligée over my head and said, "You don't say." He patted his lap. I knew what that meant. I sat on his lap, facing him at first, but then I turned around. He ran his hands up and down my sides, making me lift my arms in the air. He put each hand on a breast and caressed them gently. He leaned down and kissed my neck. I brought my arms down, holding his hands close to my chest. He rubbed the right nipple and then the left. The scene in the office had ended, and they'd cut back to the stage. One of the strippers was making the things on her nipples spin. I got up and shook my chest. "Is that how it works?" I asked.
"No, but I like it!" Dad answered. He pulled me to him and immediately sucked my left nipple into his mouth. He put his hand behind me like he was trying to rub my ass, but instead it went between my thighs. I thrust my butt back, making his hand come up to the panty again. I held his head to my tit and waited to see what he'd do. He slipped his hand into my crack, but not close enough to touch my asshole.
I pulled my chest back and moved to the side. Dad took the other boob into his mouth. This time he sucked an area a little bigger than the areola in and sucked the flesh to the roof of his mouth. I could feel a tooth on my nipple. It was sort of a sweet agony. I took his free hand and put it on my hip. He moved the other hand away from my butt to the other hip and started to untie the panty string. I could just barely feel air near my inner pussy lips when I pushed his hands away. "Not yet," I said. He looked a little disappointed. "I don't care about the movie any more," I told him.
"Me neither," he said with a smile.
I stood up and re-tied the string. "How naughty do you feel?" I asked.
"What did you have in mind?"
I took his hand and led him to my bedroom. "Every time we'd made love before was in your bed. I want you in here, like I'm seducing you."
"Like we're on a date?"
I laughed. "Yeah, and I just realized how funny that sounds." I sat on my bed and motioned for him to sit next to me. "We have to keep it quiet, Scott. My dad's home, and he might hear us!"
"I've heard about your dad. He'll probably shoot me!" We laughed a little, and then he excused himself. "I just remembered something we were planning on." He left and returned with the wine and two glasses. He put one on my nightstand and handed me the other. It wasn't a fresh bottle when Dad won it, but it had been well cared for. He filled my glass and then his own.
"I didn't even know we had any wine glasses," I said.
"You were too young for the occasions when your mom and I used them, and I haven't had an occasion since you grew up." We wrapped our elbows around each other. "Here's to older things mixing well with newer things," he toasted, and we each took a drink. We extricated ourselves and each had a longer drink. Dad "accidentally" spilled his wine over my breasts. "Oops!" he joked.
"Clean it up, Scott!" I said. He urged me backward until I was sitting on my bed. He knelt down and started licking my chest, first the upper part and then my actual tits. He covered the entire area, regardless of whether there was actually any wine on it, and then he licked my belly, all while I continued to sip on my wine. I pointed to the top of what remained and said, "How 'bout topping me off?" He got up, but this was just an excuse for me. "Your turn!" I giggled, and I poured some of mine over his dick. I started licking it, but this time I did it with abandon. It was like a wonderful wine-flavored lollipop. I pulled him onto the bed with me, and he pushed me onto my back.
He grabbed the bottle and poured some wine over my belly. He untied my panty and pulled it halfway off, so he could see the wine pouring over and around my pussy. Somehow, the wine flowing into the crevices tickled more than the wine pouring over the line where my lips met. He untied the other side and poured a little more, this time directly over my pussy, and he licked the line that the wine had formed. After he circled my pussy, he untied the other side and licked that little crevice as well. "I forget, is this the right kind of wine for eating my daughter?" he asked.
"That depends," I said between licks of his cockhead. "How's the bouquet?"
He made a loud sniffing sound and said, "It smells like ecstasy." When I deep-throated his shaft, he added, "Feels like it, too."
I know we speak of wine loosening people's tongues, but I think it happened literally, because he got his tongue deep inside me, and I was in a position where he had to work it at a new angle. He touched a spot I'd never felt before, and I burst out, "Make love to me, Daddy!"
"But you haven't come yet!" he said. I pushed my knees up around his ears and put my hands on his back. He put his tongue back in and found one spot after another.
I felt something that was different from an orgasm but really profound. I pushed him off me and said, "Dammit, Daddy, fuck me already!" His cock was still in view, so I knew he was ready, and his eating skills had me ready too. He climbed on top of me and entered me in a single glide. We put our arms around each other and had a long kiss, enjoying the unique mix of saliva, love fluids and century-old wine. We were both thrusting at a speed that would have put a sports car's pistons to shame. I could feel how hard he was. "Come inside me, Daddy!"
"Is it safe?" he asked.
"I told you, I'm on the Pill," I panted.
"Too late if you weren't," he said, and I felt his essence exploding into me.
"Shit! Yes! Yes!" Then I paused. "Oh, shit!"
"What?" Dad asked.
"I forgot to take it this morning!"
Dad was already off me. "Doubling up takes care of it, right?"
"Right," I said. I got up and looked in my drawer. I couldn't find it. I ran to the bathroom. It wasn't there either.
Dad had followed me. I turned around, and he put his arms around me. "It'll be okay," he said unconvincingly.
I could feel his hard cock on my thigh. I looked up at him and said, "Oh, what the hell!"
"You mean you want-"
"No. I mean, the first time we did it, we pretended I wasn't protected, and the make-believe danger made it even hotter. Now the danger's real!"
"Race you, Molly," he said.
I told him, "I had my fantasy, but your bed's more comfortable," and I headed for his bedroom. I got there, but he wasn't in sight. "Dad?"
He walked through the door. "I put the wine back in the refrigerator. That sex toy's too expensive to leave out."
I knelt on the bed, and Dad joined me. I licked his chest and said, "It was a very good year." He leaned back, and I licked down to his stomach. I palmed his hard dick and said, "But it's a dessert wine." (I don't know or care enough about wine to know whether it really was.) "It should only be after the meat." Dad lay on his back, and I moved over him, taking his cock inside me.
Dad noted that we were way past needing any lubricant. "It certainly isn't a dry wine," he said.
I separated my knees as far as I could, so he could see where we joined. "You like your daughter's pussy, don't you?" I asked.
"I sure do," he moaned.
"You wanna fuck your daughter's pussy, don't you?"
"Mm-hmm."
"You wanna come in your daughter's pussy, don't you?"
Dad pulled me down and rolled us onto my back. "I wanna come wherever and whenever she wants me to."
His cock head hit a sensitive spot on one of the sides of my pleasure center, and I said, "Right here ... but no hurry."
"What's gonna happen after I fill you with my seed?" he asked. I gave him a look of terror before I returned to the ecstasy. "What'll you tell people about our little girl?"
"I'll tell her she's my sister." I slapped myself on the cheek. "She's my daughter." I pretended to slap myself a few more times. "My sister! My daughter! She's my sister-"
"I'm coming!" Dad announced, and he was.
The usual excitement of a man coming inside me, enhanced by the fear factor, put me over the top, and I yelled, "And my daughter!" before beginning my own orgasm. "Oh, God," I moaned. "What am I doing? What are we doing?"
Dad came down and put his arms around me. "Exactly what you wanted, honey."
I turned us back over. He hadn't gone soft yet, and I wasn't going to let him yet. I gave him a devilish look and said, "And I'm not done yet!" I moved my hips back and forth until he was hard again. I could feel his cock passing over my pubic bone. "Oh, shit! Shit! I love you, Daddy!"
"I love you too," he panted.
This ride lasted even longer because we'd exerted ourselves so much before. I only had one more orgasm, but by the time I did, his cock and various places in my pussy had generated a lot of really awesome sparks. When I felt him go soft, I got off him, and we went to sleep in each other's arms.
I dreamed that Dad and I were in one of his old-time detective movies. I forgot what we were looking for, but it was in the second drawer in a cabinet. When I woke up, I took a shower. I didn't notice how small the soap was until I was already under the water. I stepped out and opened the drawer under the sink for a fresh bar. I heard something tumbling. On a hunch, I opened the door underneath it, and the travel-sized mouthwash from the drawer had fallen out. That made me think of the dream. After my shower, I looked in the second drawer in my bureau, and the pill packet was right there. Somehow I'd pushed it over the edge, and it had fallen into the drawer below. I quickly caught up on my dosage. While I was up, I also filled a small cup with last night's wine. I texted Dad and told him to meet me in my room. When he got there, I was on my bed on all fours, pouring the wine over the small of my back. The way my back was arched, the wine was traveling between my buttocks. "Give you any ideas?" I asked.
"You wanted to clear the DVR and watch last week's Kardashian marathon?"
I wiggled my ass at him. "No, silly!"
Dad dropped his bathrobe and knelt behind me on the bed. In an instant, his cock was buried in my pussy. He put his hands on my hips and pounded me like a man possessed. For my part, I ground my hips back and forth, moving in when he went out and vice versa. I mainly did it to make each thrust longer and more pleasurable, but I also felt the air on my bare ass when we were thrusting away. "Oh, shit, Holly! Oh, fuck! I can't believe it!" I tried to ask what he meant, but before I could get any words out, he said, "Yeah, we're gonna make a baby!" It was purely accidental that we happened to be thrusting in as he said it. I stopped in my tracks when I realized I hadn't told him!
I pulled myself away and said, "Not there!" I leaned forward, spread my legs and tried to point to my ass. "This is what I meant." I felt his cock at my asshole. The interrupted fucking had provided us some lubrication, but not as much as I would have liked. "Not yet," I told him. "Aren't you going to taste the wine again?"
"Eww!" he said.
"Really, Scott? You've eaten your daughter's pussy and tried to knock her up, but this is what grosses you out?"
"It's your butt," he said.
"There's nothing there that wasn't there last night. Less, actually, 'cause I just took a shower." He tongued my hole, fingering my pussy accidentally in the process. He replaced his tongue with a finger and got it about halfway in before I told him I was ready. "Nice and easy, Daddy," I said quietly. "Just like that." He entered slowly and didn't hurry.
"I'm new to this," he said.
I turned back just for the erotic sight, but I asked, "Really?"
"Your mom never let me do this."
"Happy Valentine's Day, Daddy," I chuckled.
He got it up to a nice, comfortable speed before he deposited his last load of the morning. We fell on the quilt and onto our sides. We couldn't stay in bed long because we both had to work, but Dad kept his arm around me. "What's so funny, Molly?" he asked.
"I can't believe I just took my dad's anal cherry."
I'm pretty sure Dad knows what he's getting for his birthday next month. Better still, it's on the weekend, so we're hoping we can go out of town and have a romantic dinner in public.
------X------
The summer after my daughter Molly and I started having sex, she met a man, Will, through one of the other associates at her law firm, and they started dating. I love my daughter and want her to be happy, and we both knew that what we were doing wasn't meant to be permanent. I wouldn't have said anything to her if I didn't like him, but I did. He liked watching classic sporting events as much as I did, and he liked Japanese movies as much as Molly did.
Molly got very sick for a time in the fall, and for a time she was at risk of dehydration. Will was there for her the whole time, which was good because things were particularly busy at my job, and it would have been difficult for anyone else to cover for me if I'd tried to take care of her. All though it makes sense to me now, I had never known that when you regurgitate your stomach's contents, sometimes that includes medicine, and you may as well not have taken it. Molly insists that's how Will was able to get her pregnant even though she hadn't missed a pill in the entire time she'd known him. I guess Will wasn't ready to be a father, because he stopped coming over. I was almost as heartbroken as Molly was.
My company had a slow spot when Molly was six months along. I started converting what used to be Megan's sewing room into the nursery even though we wouldn't need it for a while, because I didn't know when I'd have that much free time in the next three months. I had set up the monitor and went to put the speaker in Molly's room next door. She was sitting on her bed in a bathrobe and crying. "What's wrong, Honey?" I asked.
"This," she said, and she pointed to her belly button, which was sticking out.
"What's wrong with that? I think it's cute," I told her.
"It's only pointing out like that because I'm fat," she said through her tears. "I'm fat, and I'm gonna look like a sow for at least another year." Her chest heaved, pushing the robe open, and I realized that she had already developed pregnancy boobs. Had this happened just recently, or had I missed it because maternity tops tended to conceal that aspect rather than accentuate it?
"No, no," I tried to console her. "You're beautiful!"
"You're just saying that because you're my dad," she said. "No one's gonna wanna touch me until Veronica comes, and even then I'll end up in Mom jeans." (Molly changed the baby's name about once a week.)
"You're wrong. You were sexy before, and you'll get back to being sexy again. You'll be wearing tight jeans and sheer blouses in no time."
Molly stood up and pointed to a place just below her waist that had seen some growth lately. "Look at this. It's never going back, and guys won't want to see that."
I don't know what came over me, but my sympathy gave way to something more negative. "Now see here, Molly! I did see that, once a week or more on average, for the first fifteen years of your life!" Molly gave me a disturbed look. "Not on you, on your mother. What kind of sick fuck do you take me for?" Yes, I reminded myself, even in highly intelligent women, pregnancy brain is a real phenomenon.
Molly stopped and laughed. "You didn't slow down until Mom went to the hospital for the last time. But how's that help me? Will's gone. He's not coming back, and I'm not sure I'd take him if he did. Who's that leave? And what do you mean, I'll get BACK to being sexy?"
I traced the mark with my finger. In my mind, I was with Megan again. "My mistake. You're still sexy." I took her hand and put it on my dick. "See for yourself."
"Oh, Daddy," she said. She unbuckled my pants and let them fall to the ground. She reached into my boxers and found my cock. "Yep, just the way I remember it."
I rubbed her pussy and said, "Not quite the way I remember it, but as beautiful as ever." Molly awkwardly let her robe slide off her arms. I stepped back, kicked off my pants and took my underwear off. Molly grabbed the hem of my T-shirt and pulled it over my head. She tried to pull me to her, but her belly worked against her muscle memory, and my mouth went to her tits. "And these are even better than I remember," I told her. I put my hands around her butt and started licking and sucking on her nipples. Once she was standing steadily, I took one hand off her butt and started caressing her pussy. I traced circles around it and then dragged my index finger between her lips. On the way down, I only separated them a little. On the way up, I got them far apart that I could see the inner flesh that I hadn't enjoyed in so long.
"Love me, Daddy," Molly said.
I helped her onto her bed and got between her legs. "I do love you, Molly," I told her. "Even when you were with Will, I missed being your lover, but I want you to be happy."
"You make me happy, Daddy," she told me. I had been playing with her pussy, and now I had two fingers inside her. "And horny, too!" She tried to arch her back, but she didn't get much lift, because she hadn't attempted it with a 20-pound weight on top of her before. "Did I mention that being pregnant was having that effect on me?"
I started to tell her that her mother had been the same way, but I didn't want to ruin the mood. "Aren't I the lucky one!" I answered. I moved up and started rubbing her belly while I kissed her. When our tongues met, my dick got so hard, I couldn't wait much longer.
I didn't have to, because Molly reached down and found it. "Ooh, I haven't had one of these in months!" she squealed. She sat up and stroked it a few times. I thought I was going to get a blow job, but I didn't. She put my hand on her chest, just above her tit.
"Is that my heart beating, or yours?" I asked. "Or Veronica's?"
Molly laughed and moved my hand back to her belly. "If it's Veronica's, I'm gonna have a really weird delivery." When I didn't laugh, she said, "I think it's both our hearts." I moved around in front of her. She lay back, but she moved my cock right in front of her pussy. "Give it to me, Scott. I want a dick. Now!"
"They haven't perfected that surgery yet," I told her.
"Dammit, Daddy, quit fooling around and fuck me!" she shouted. She tried to move her feet onto my lower back to push me, but she could only get them over my calves.
That was enough to urge me forward a little, and I got in with little effort. In all the times I'd made love to my daughter, I'd only thought about Megan a few times, but every little thing that was different between now and the last time reminded me of the adjustments that Megan and I had made in the months before Molly was born. It wasn't making me unhappy; it just felt a little odd. I got my head back into what I was doing and said, "I'm in!"
"I can tell," Molly giggled.
I thrust in and out, and instead of watching her tits sway like before, I kept looking at her belly. I wasn't lying before; it was truly a beautiful sight. Seeing a pregnant belly from this angle for the first time in 27 years excited me beyond what I was already doing. "Molly! Molly!" I called.
Molly must have known what I was going to tell her. She asked, "You know what's great about sex when you're pregnant?" Before I could answer, she did. "You can't GET pregnant! Come inside me, Daddy! I know you want to!"
I probably should have waited before I spoke. Just as my thrusts had punctuated her speech a moment ago, my orgasm punctuated my own. "Molly ... Honey ... I wish this baby ... were mine!" My hips stopped and I was coming with full force. The most surreal part of this whole experience was when I realized that the pussy I was coming into had my granddaughter on the other side.
After I finished coming, I lay down next to Molly. We were speechless for a couple minutes. Soon I felt her hand on my dick again, which naturally got it hard. "I'm eating for two, you know," she said.
"I'm kinda hungry myself," I told her with a smile. We sat up and moved around. I wasn't sure I could do her pussy justice if her belly was pressing into my chest, and it took so much effort on Molly's part to sit up that she didn't want to go right back to a prone position. We ended up on our sides, each with one ear on her comforter. Was her pussy engorged just because she was horny, or was this another side effect? I couldn't remember from before. I licked a figure eight over the whole area. I felt her tongue on the underside of my shaft, and then I felt her lips surround the head. I put one hand over her raised leg and one under the lower leg and caressed them while I moved my tongue slowly into her pussy.
She let me out of her mouth enough to say, "Don't be shy, Scott." She bobbed up and down a couple more times and added, "There's nothing you can do to hurt her. Not with your dick, and certainly not with your tongue." This time I licked her vigorously, trying to touch a new spot on her walls with each motion. "Daddy! Daddy!" she panted. She tightened her legs around me. For the first time in my life, I was actually afraid that a woman would strangle me this way. As cool a way to die as that might have seemed in the moment, I didn't want Molly to have to explain it to the coroner. I managed enough strength to loosen her grip and sat up. Molly got on all fours in front of me. She held my cock straight and aimed it so that I came on her beautiful milk jugs. When I finished coming, she started moving around. She seemed to be trying to get on my lap, but she knew what she was up against. She stopped when she got her legs over mine and put her hands on my shoulders. "What you said before, Daddy?"
"About what?"
"Wishing the baby were yours." It took me a second to remember that I'd said it. "Did you mean it?"
"Yeah," I admitted.
Molly moved her hands down to my back. "I wish it were too."
She put one of my hands on her belly, and I felt the baby move. "I guess that makes it unanimous," I said. We went back to our sides and kissed for a few minutes, but we were both too worn out to do anything more. I told her, "I know they say to space your kids for your health, their health, finances ..."
"What are you saying, Scott?" she asked.
"Nothing would make me happier than to give you another baby, if that's what you want," I told her.
Molly kissed me hard, but this time on the cheek. "Oh, Daddy! ... I'll let you know."
Emma just turned a month old. Molly hasn't told me what she wants next, but right now, we're both too sleep-deprived for it to matter. I'm so proud of my daughter and my granddaughter!
------X------
Emma turned three months this past week. Things were so busy at my job that when I came home on Friday, I just wanted to sit back and catch up on the "Miami Vice" marathon I'd recorded. If it was busy for me, it was worse for Molly, because it's only her second week back at the law firm. I gave Emma a bath, put her to bed and waited until I was sure she was asleep before I started watching. I'd nearly finished my fourth episode when Molly came home. We briefly said "hi" to each other and she was off to their end of the house, no doubt to check on Molly and change her clothes. A few minutes later, I heard her behind me. "It fits again!" she exclaimed.
I hit Pause and turned around. She was wearing the red nightgown I'd given her the previous year on Valentine's Day. It was so short I could have seen her navel even if it weren't sheer. "Are you sure about that?" I asked.
"I could see the panty when I was putting it on," she said. "That counts as a fit. Do you like it?"
I tried to pull on the tie on the right side of the panty. "What do you think?" I asked, but she stepped back before I could grasp it.
"You'll have to catch me first," she said, and she ran off.
I hate leaving a TV show paused, so I turned back and stopped playing it. Besides, I knew what she was up to and I knew it would be more fun if I had to work at it. I walked to their end of the house. I heard a stir coming from the nursery. I didn't really think Molly would have risked waking Emma, but I looked in. In the dark, I could see that Emma had thrown her blanket off, so I put it back on her. I walked into Molly's room and didn't see her. Her closet door was open. I climbed on top of the bed to see if she was hiding in the closet. I heard the bedroom door close and I felt a hand on my shoulder. Molly whispered, "You caught me! Yea!"
"So I get to have my way with you?" I asked with a grin.
"We'll see about that. For now you get what you wanted before," Molly answered.
She hiked up the nightgown, and I pulled on the tie. "Damn it," I said. "It's still in place."
"I told you it fits," she said. "Now it's my turn." She pulled my shirt out of my pants and unbuttoned it. "Your turn," she said.
I pulled the hem of the gown over her shoulders. She pulled her arms out, I pulled the neckline past her eyes, and we let it fall to the ground. We put our arms around each other, started kissing and fell to the bed. I caressed her left tit and said, "I haven't seen these in so long."
"They've missed you," Molly assured me. She lay on her back, and I started licking and sucking them. I could feel my dick getting hard. I didn't try to push into her crotch yet, but I didn't have to. She wrapped both her legs around my right leg and caressed my calf with her foot. "Oh, Daddy," she cooed.
"I love you, Molly," I told her.
"I love you, too, Daddy," she said, and she moved her heel up my thigh to my butt. I moved away and pulled on the other tie. "Do it," she said. I lifted the panty up and back, exposing her pussy. "Do you still like it?" she asked.
"It's more beautiful than ever," I assured her. I raised my leg, forcing her to disentangle herself from me. I kissed my way down her belly until I got to her clit. I licked it for the first time in months.
"You know I want it, Daddy," she said. She put her hand on the back of my head. I scooted back and lightly traced a zig-zag across her pussy lips. "I can do light by myself, Daddy. I've been afraid to do anything else since Emma was born." I licked harder, eventually drawing my tongue between her pussy lips. "Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Someone's flesh besides mine is finally in there!" I pulled back and separated her pussy lips with my finger. I pulled on the left lip and licked it on both sides, then did the same with the right. "Oh, the agony!" she squealed.
"Sorry," I said, and I started to move away.
"No, it's a good agony," she assured me.
"Like mine?" I asked. I straightened up, and she could see the tent in my pants.
"Let me take care of that for you," Molly said. She unbuckled my belt. I undid the clasp, and she pulled my pants down to my knees. The tent in my underwear was even more pronounced than the one in my pants had been. She rubbed my cock through the boxers. It was pointed to the side and got harder, but it didn't poke through. Molly pulled the elastic down just enough for the head to show. I pulled it down a little further, not quite enough to expose my balls. She put her thumb and forefinger on either side of the head and started stroking it. I gurgled something unintelligible. She put her lips around the crown and slowly took it inside her. When she got to the elastic, she pulled it down with my pants and fondled my balls. Involuntarily, I brought my legs together and pushed forward. This time Molly said something unintelligible. She let me out of her mouth and just stroked the head back and forth, which was even more mind-blowing.
"Take it back in. Please!" I implored. She got up and pushed me back. I went onto my back, and Molly leaned over to take my cock head into her mouth. Once she had it inside, she swung around until her pussy was over my mouth again. I gave it my best, but I was distracted by the amazing sensation of her mouth surrounding my dick entirely, and I lost any focus when she tickled my balls again. I guess that made it unpredictable, because I'd never seen anyone writhe that much when I ate pussy.
Molly slowly pulled back until I was completely outside her mouth. She swung back around and asked, "Are you ready, Daddy?"
I was completely serious when I asked, "Are you?"
"Absolutely," she said. She moved onto her back and spread her legs eagerly.
I got between her legs. I was ready to go, but I remembered something. "So, um, you never told me what you decided."
"About what?" Molly asked. She didn't seem like she was trying to be coy.
"Are you on the Pill again?"
She shook her head, not the way you do to say no, but the way you do when you're refusing to answer, and said "Mmm, mmm," as if to conceal the word "maybe."
"So you want me to-"
"Mmm," she said, and she shrugged.
"Tell me what you want," I said emphatically.
She reached up and ran her finger across the top of my shaft. She looked me in the eye and said, "I want your cock inside me."
I couldn't take any more. I moved back, pushed the head down and slid inside her warm pussy easily. "Oh, God. Oh, God, Molly, I love you."
I moved up as I said this. Molly put her arms around me and said, "I love you too. Make love to me!"
I hadn't felt this hard since Megan and I went away by ourselves for a weekend. I wasn't even trying, but I could feel Molly's tits against my chest. I was thrusting in and out by instinct. "You want me! You want me..."
"I love your hard cock inside me," Molly moaned. "Oh, you're so hard!"
Hearing her say it made me even more so. I was fucking her so hard, I couldn't even feel my own hips while I did it. "And you're so hot!"
"You make me feel beautiful, Dad," she said.
"You are beautiful," I told her, "but I was talking about the mood. I've never seen you this excited before. It's like you're in heat!" The evening I'd just spent watching "Miami Vice" suddenly made me hear Glenn Frey's voice.
Without knowing it, I'd gone balls deep inside Molly, and I was staying put. "I am, I am. I want all your sperm!"
"You want me to come, don't you?"
"Give it to me. I wanna feel your seed flowing through my womb!"
"Here I come!" It sounds corny, but I could actually picture the little sperm-diagrams swimming upstream, with an egg in the distance. "You want to have-"
Molly put her finger over my lips. "Don't say it!"
"But it's true, isn't it?"
She wrapped her legs around mine and reiterated, "I told you not to say it!"
Feeling her heels on my butt again must have brought up some reserves, because I kept coming well after the point where I usually find I've emptied myself. I eased myself down and just looked into the new mother's beautiful face. When we'd lain there for a few minutes, I pleaded, "Tell me."
Molly moved me to the side. "You were right before. Having another baby by you or anyone else right now would make me crazy. I had an IUD put in on my last visit. But last year, the time I thought I'd missed my pill, I had a moment where I just let go and said, 'What the hell!' Knowing that we might get pregnant and be exposed was an amazing turn-on. It was the hottest sex I'd ever had. Tonight I let you think we were being reckless because I wanted you to have that same feeling." She paused. "Did it work?"
Hearing her tell the story had gotten me hard again. I slid in and out again and asked, "This answer your question?"
On one particularly vigorous thrust, Molly said, "Oh, shit! I guess so!" She met my thrusts with her own. Soon she rolled me over onto my back and took the lead. I could see her butt over her shoulder. It was so sexy as she thrust up and down against my cock that I wished she'd closed her closet door, because it has a mirror on it. Then she raised her arms, and I could see her tits sway while she bucked against me. I got inspired and did something I'd never tried with her mother. I put my arms on her sides. I pulled her a little closer and rose up a little myself so I could suckle her. I didn't actually taste any milk, but she put her hand behind my head and held me close. With all the different emotional states Molly and I had been in, and all the positions and actions we'd taken, she'd never made me feel more loved than when she did this. I moved my hands to her lower back and continued to suckle.
I don't think I consciously pushed her, but soon she toppled over, removing my mouth from her nipple and putting me back on top of her. For a split second, I actually wanted to make a baby with her. My hips followed my heart, and I adjusted my technique. Instead of thrusting as fast as I possibly could, I went deliberately, trying to feel every inch of her walls. Soon I warned her, "I'm coming, Molly! I'm filling you up!" As soon as I felt myself doing so, I waited until I was as deep inside her as I could get and kept my hips still.
"Give it to me, Daddy!" Molly moaned. I could feel her quivering around my cock. "It's only practice now, but sometime..."
We did that thing where I try to pull back but can't because she's hold my hips so firmly in place. "Oh, honey, I love you so much," I told her.
"You're doing it, Dad!" she told me.
"What?" I asked. "You just told me you had the IUD."
"Not that," she said. "The part that leads to it. I can feel it flowing through me." She exhaled for several seconds, as if she'd been holding her breath for a couple minutes and then kissed me. "Maybe next year..."
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BIRTHDAY SUIT
I had hoped to spend my birthday at home. I pictured Emma asleep in her toddler bed. The details varied from night to night. I'd either be waiting for Dad in the living room bare-ass naked when he got home or surprise him in his bedroom. I wouldn't even wait for him to finish undressing. If I was in the living room, I'd pull him on top of me on the couch and tell him to ravage me as soon as his pants were off. If I was in his room, I'd push him onto his back, take his pants off myself and ride him like a stallion. As soon as I'd fingered myself to orgasm in real life, I'd tell him, "Do it! Give it to me!" I'd imagine his cum shooting into my womb and then flash forward to a nurse handing me a baby with a receding hairline and glasses like his.
Unfortunately, the reality of being a young lawyer is that you can never really make plans. Two weeks before, we got a big client in Kentucky and a case whose proceedings opened on my birthday. It was a Thursday, so I couldn't even fly back at the end of the day and have a birthday weekend celebration.
I underestimated my dad. The firm was paying for my hotel but not my meals. Dad showed up and took me to dinner at an intimate restaurant in Cincinnati, which was only a half-hour away. He told me he'd found a good sitter to take Emma for a few days.
We sat really close. When I felt his hand on my knee, I turned and kissed him. "Happy birthday, Baby," he whispered.
"I'm sure it will be, Scott," I answered. I wasn't about to call him "Dad" in a place like this, even with relative anonymity. When I felt him pull the hem of my dress up, I smiled a little more. When I felt his palm getting close to my crotch, I dropped my fork and had to stifle a yelp. While I was on the floor retrieving it, I got under the table and rubbed his cock a little through his pants.
Being in the restaurant business, Dad has a lot of contacts even at his competitors' offices. Once I came back up, he told me, "You can have anything you want, but the guy who actually develops their menus said the lobster's really good."
I don't have much experience at leering, so, trying to channel any number of stock characters, I arched my eyebrows and said, "Anything, huh?" I trust Daddy, so I ordered the lobster. It didn't disappoint. The lobster itself was about as good as I've had at any of the restaurants his company owns, but the butter I dipped it in made it taste positively sensual. For dessert we shared a large strawberry shortcake. Being this kind of restaurant, it only came in a size for two, with two forks. Naturally, we fed each other. Those strawberries would have been to die for even without the romantic setting. On the way out, Dad patted my behind. It was the topper to the first time we ever got to be a couple in public.
When we got back to my hotel room, Dad went into the bathroom. While he was washing his hands, I decided on a new version of my fantasy. I took all my clothes off, put them into my suitcase and got under the covers. I made sure the sheets were all the way up to my neck. When he came out, I told him, "Since it's my birthday, I decided to wear my birthday suit!" and flipped the covers off myself.
"And what kind of guest would I be if I didn't join you?" he said. He was naked and next to me in no time.
"I ordered the lobster, so that means I have to put out, doesn't it?" I asked.
"I'm not touching that one," he said.
"You'd better not, since you're the one who taught me better!" I told him.
"I just realized, you didn't get a chorus of 'Happy Birthday' in the restaurant," Dad said.
"That's okay. I'm sure it would have been one of those crappy substitutes that you use to get out of paying royalties to the Hill sisters." Dad didn't say anything. "We've eaten at your restaurants before. You do it too."
"You finished?" he asked, and he proceeded to sing it to me at a pace so slow that it made Marilyn Monroe's famous rendition seem like dubstep. He kissed my lips as he sang, "Happy birthday to you." He kissed a line down to my chest and kissed one of my nipples. "You belong in the zoo."
I pushed his head away and protested, "Daddy!"
"Sorry," he said. "The last time you had a birthday party and didn't kick me out of the house, half of your third-grade friends sang it that way."
"We made you leave 'cause you kept singing things like that!"
He leaned back in and kissed my other nipple, singing "Happy birthday to you." He kept moving down and singing. When he got to my pussy, he sang the last line, but he sucked my lips into his mouth while he sang the word "you." Holding them inside, he ran his tongue back and forth over the ridge that the lips formed.
When he stopped for air, I rolled him onto his back. I liked what he was doing, but I wanted to check the state of his dick. It was hard enough for my liking. I moved around and told him to move up. He put his legs around my waist, but not quite close enough for his cock to touch me. I moved a little closer, so the head was above my clit. He put his hands under my butt and lifted me. His cock fell under my crotch, and when he let me down, it was right at the base of my pussy. I looked him in the eye and told him, "You know what I want." We both moved in, and his cock slid slowly, wonderfully inside me. Once he was securely inside me, I said, "I love you, Daddy."
"I love you too, Molly," he assured me as he began moving his hips.
"My daddy's a better husband and father than most of my co-workers' real husbands," I said. "They get annoyed at having to do things when their wives are working late. I think you actually like taking care of Emma." We rocked back and forth. His cock never came close to coming out, but it wasn't going in very far either.
"I do," he told me. "I couldn't be there as much as I wanted for you, at least after you started school, because so much of my work is at night. It still is, but now I can manage it better."
"Their husbands act like sex is an entitlement. When we're in bed, you act like you think you're the luckiest man in the world," I continued.
"Who's to say I'm not?" Dad replied. "I have a successful daughter, a beautiful granddaughter and a beautiful lover who makes me feel young again."
I squeezed my legs together and held him still. "We're already raising my first child together. Now I want us to make one together. Let's do it. Get me pregnant!"
"What happened to your IUD?"
"I had my doctor take it out on my last visit. An early birthday present to myself." For a moment, it sounded like he wasn't on board, and I was crestfallen. "Didn't you tell me ..."
"I meant it, too," he said. "I'm just a little surprised. What are you gonna tell people?"
I pushed him onto his back and started going up and down. "I dunno. I was thinking I'd say I had in vitro. No one's gonna be able to find out that I didn't. This case I'm working on is about privacy law." I know my dad's dick isn't a foot long, but I was going up and down without it leaving my cunt, and it felt like I was moving that far. "Stop being technical, Daddy. Just make love to me."
When our crotches rubbed together, he pulled me down and kissed me. "Whatever you want, Molly," he panted. He was thrusting up and forward, and I could feel his balls slap my thighs. We started thrusting in unison. He pulled me down and kissed me on the lips. He held me tight around my waist and thrust hard in and out of me.
I could feel every ridge of his cock as it passed over my walls. "Daddy ... Daddy ..." I panted. As we kept going, it got harder, and I could feel it rubbing against the back wall instead of the front. I swear I could tell the difference between the foreskin, the head and the shaft. Soon he stopped. "Come in my cunt, Daddy! Do it!" I put my arms around his chest and pushed my hips down. I could feel him start to come. I smiled and told him, "Oh, shit, Daddy. You're gonna knock me up. Yes! Yes!" He let out a grunt and lifted his hips to try to force himself in deeper. I could feel his cum shooting hard. I pictured an egg seeing all the approaching sperm and waving at them to come on. Unlike the fantasy that had recurred, I then imagined the embryo coming to rest and growing normally. I stopped being turned on when I tried to caption each mental image with so many weeks or months.
When I stopped imagining, I had come to rest on top of Dad. "That's really not the best position for it," he told me.
"You know this, how?" I asked. "You have one kid."
"We tried for more. The laws of physics and biology haven't changed since the eighties."
"Well, then, we'll have to try the other way," I said. I rolled off of him. For once, the feel of his flaccid cock leaving my body made me feel as wonderful as when it had entered me. "But not right now."
We ordered a pay-per-view movie, not a porn, just a drama that Dad saw in the theatre and I'd missed. At one point he told me, "You took an awful chance letting me inside you with-out knowing. What if I hadn't been on board with it?"
"Then I would have pushed you out in a hurry!" I told him.
"It might have been too late," he said.
"But I knew you were. You told me as long as it made me happy, you'd do it."
"You were pregnant. I could say that because I knew it wasn't going to happen that night. You can't depend on someone meaning it in those circumstances."
"I just knew, okay? We're that much in tune."
"You're lucky," he said. Whether he was my lover or not, he can still dispense fatherly advice.
After an hour, I decided I hadn't really missed much by not seeing the movie. I got up on all fours and pointed my ass at him. "There's something else I want," I told him.
He slapped his forehead. "How could I forget that?" he asked. He started slapping my bottom and counting.
"No, that's not it!" I protested. I didn't move, though. It may not have been what I meant, but it was erotic in its own way.
"You sure?" he said. He went with lighter slaps but sped up the count till he got to 28. Then he grabbed part of my ass and said, "And a pinch to grow an inch!"
I pulled my right cheek away from the left and told him, "I was actually hoping for six inches. Or whatever you've got. It's not like I ever wanted to measure it."
He looked at my ass and lay back. "I—I'm sorry. I can't."
"Why not?"
"I used to wipe that butt. I can't look at it without picturing crap right where you want me to enter."
I laughed and turned around. "You changed my wet diapers, too, but that hasn't stopped you from fucking me up front!"
"Yeah, but your pussy looks a lot different now than it did then. Did you ever notice you've got a birthmark on your left cheek? We always knew that if something terrible happened to you, that was an identifying mark we'd tell the police to look for. It's just the right location where, if I didn't get you as clean as I wanted in an emergency, at least I knew your pants would cover you below that point."
We finished the movie. My day had finally caught up to me. I kissed my dad on the cheek and said, "Night, Daddy. I love you."
He put his hand on my belly and said, "I love you too. Happy birthday!" I turned around and we fell asleep in the spoon position.
I had set my alarm for six in the morning, but I woke up at 5:30. It was still dark out. I could feel something between my legs. Dad nuzzled my neck and said, "Morning, princess." He moved his hips a little, and I could feel his hard cock between my thighs. "You know, maybe if I don't have to look at it ..."
"I just woke up, Dad. I'm still dry."
His cock was gone and I felt fingers. I recognized the coating as a lube I'd kept in my nightstand. I didn't know he kept it on hand too. I moved my right thigh up and forward, giving him access. He made sure every bit of flesh between my waist and my thighs was coated. He rose up a little and soon I felt his cockhead in my ass. "I like anal, too, honey," he said. "I just couldn't bring myself ..."
"If that's what it takes, Scott. Take me!" He was a little awkward because he was out of practice, but that kind of made it more romantic in its own way. I reached back and touched his hip. "I'm gonna turn," I told him. We moved around until we were doggy style.
"I guess all I really needed was to take my glasses off," he said. He went harder and harder.
"Oh, yeah. That's it, Daddy. Punish my ass! I've been naughty!"
I couldn't hear him, but I could feel him laughing. "What have you been doing, you naughty girl?"
"I've been fucking a man who's old enough to be my father! And not using protection!"
"Shame on you," he said. "Just for that, you're grounded for two weeks when we get home!"
"Two weeks?" I said in mock horror. "What am I gonna do at home for two weeks?"
He fucked me even harder. "Oh, I'm sure we'll think of some—" His orgasm even took him by surprise.
"Yeah, come in my ass, Daddy!" I shouted.
He stood still and let the cum pour forth on its own. "That's a sentence I never thought I'd hear," he chuckled.
"How d'you think I felt saying it?" I giggled. Once he finished coming, his cock retracted and we went back to our sides. "I love you for doing that for me," I told him.
"The butt-fucking or the baby-making?" he asked.
"Both, but I meant the anal," I answered.
Dad drove home after I left for the office. I was able to spend most of Saturday and Sunday at home, but I had to be back on Monday. The proceedings were over by the middle of the week. When I got back, I was "grounded" for two weeks. I had to come home straight home from work, and we'd try to make a baby as soon as Emma was asleep. That's another story.