My Daddy is my Baby Daddy (closed for Cherrybomb400)

[Cherrybomb400]

Valerie had continued to sleep through the night her dream continued but it didn't feel nearly as good as her first climax. When morning finally came, there was the continuous knocking on her door. She groaned and threw the covers over her head, but the knocking was unrelenting. Unwillingly she sat up and squinted as the light hit her eyes from her window.

No, not her window. As her eyes adjusted she remembered what happened last night. She came home, she and her dad faught... And then she ended up sleeping in his bed while he slept on the couch. Throwing the covers off, she rubbed her eyes and yawned as she got up and opened the door.

"I'm up." Normally Valerie would get woken and then slip back into bed when she would need to get dressed... Today she couldn't get away with that as her clothes were in the next room. Valerie hadn't really thought about how she might look when she opened the door. Her hair was a mess and her top was once again showing her midrift.

Valerie brushed past her dad as she mumbled a good morning. When she entered her room she heard Prince meowing for food. After she fed the cat she gathered the clothes for the day. First she needed a shower. Valerie could feel the layer of sweat on her body from her wet dream and feel her wetness between her legs. As she thought about the dream more, the thought of a nice warm morning shower sounded better and better.

 

[BurningMonkey]

George was tired; he'd had a difficult time getting to sleep after last night's...episode. He'd finally resorted to jacking off, and the second orgasm gave him enough relief that he could drift off. He felt guilty about reliving in his mind what he'd done to and with Valerie while stroking hard and fast, but only a little--how could he suffer any more guilt from the imagining than was already flowing through him from the actual doing?

He pounded on the door as usual until it opened, catching a glimpse of his daughter in her little t-shirt, the shoulder slipping off and her belly showing. He couldn't help but remember what lay lower, below the belly, and he suddenly found the pattern in the carpet to be uniquely fascinating. He felt the warmth of a flush creeping up his neck. She won't notice; she's too sleepy, he hoped.

"I'm up," she said sleepily, and brushed past him on her way to her own room. His skin burned with the heat of that casual contact, even through two sets of clothing. He quickly turned away and willed his starting-to-stiffen cock to calm down, soften, grow quiet... "Okay, Kitten. I'm off; have a good day."

They'd just have to clean up her room tonight when he got home. There was no way he could face being that close to her for that long, not now, not this morning, not after last night... Well, at least the place will be more picked up from now on, he thought as he got in his car and backed down the driveway.

 

[Cherrybomb400]

The day went by as usual for Valerie. Classes, friends.... and boys. Between her classes, Valerie has gotten a text from Ryan. Of course he did the standard 'Hey how are you?' and then proceeded to tell her how hot he thought she looked the night before. Valerie really wasn't the kind to not call out on bullshit, so she asked him why he ignored her. Like all slick guys, he had an answer.

I didn't trust to keep my hands to myself

The day continued with the two exchanging texts. Soon she found herself blushing as she typed out the most recent dream she had. Valerie couldn't explain it, but she felt compelled to tell him... and from the response he gave, she found herself grinning and blushing even more... and soon she was very aroused... sadly her schedule didn't allow her to take care of that between classes.

That didn't stop her from running into the bathroom and taking a few pictures to send him and enjoy the few he sent back in return. The texting and sexting continued even after she got home. Valerie wanted more than anything to climb in her bed and start diddling herself... but there was still the mess of pots and pans. There also wasn't the guarantee that her dad wouldn't come home while she was playing.

As much as she didn't want to end the conversation, Valerie went to work on collecting the pots and pans off of her bed and took them into the kitchen and started to clean them. Then emptied the dishwasher and refilled it. Back to her room she pulled off all her sheets and took them to the laundry room.

While she was there, she saw that there was a clean pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt. For school she made sure to dress on point (as far as teenagers are concerned) but now that she was at home, she just wanted to be comfy. It would only take her a second to strip off her clothes and slip on the pants and shirt.

Off her top went, then the bra. Quickly she shimmied down her jeans and her cropped boy shorts panties. She was naked as a jay bird, but quickly she grabbed her sweat pants and slipped them on, and then pulled the black loose fitting t-shirt on.

 

[BurningMonkey]

George pulled into the driveway and got out of the car. Valerie's car was already here, he noted as he walked up the steps and into the house. He headed straight for the kitchen for a beer, but on the way caught a glimpse into the laundry room that stopped him dead in his tracks: Valerie, stark naked, pulling on a pair of sweatpants.

Her lithe young body, so well-remembered from last night, was exposed in the full light of day and just as beautiful as he'd imagined it last night, the plump little perky breasts wobbling a little as she bent over to put one leg in, the curve of her ass as wonderful as anything that came from the chisel of Michelangelo...

He quickly passed on into the kitchen, face flushing in mingled shame and lust. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen her naked; it must have been years ago, and she certainly hadn't looked then like she looked now.

He pulled a beer from the fridge, used the opener that was hanging from a magnet there, and called out, "Valerie? I'm home." That should give her enough warning to allow her to finish dressing, and enough time for him to get his racing pulse under control.

 

[Cherrybomb400]

Valerie ears perked up when she heard her father announce that he was home. Once she was completely situated she exited the laundry room and headed to where she believed her heard her father call from. There he was with his usual beer. Valerie had always been tempted to try one, to see what the big deal was all about.

"Hi Daddy. How was work?" She asked as she went to the fridge as well to retrieve a Pepsi for herself. "I went ahead and took care of the dishes and my room. Just need clean sheets for the bed."

Valerie had left her phone in her room. She wondered if Ryan had messaged her back yet. There was a party happening tomorrow and she did something that was way out of her comfort zone... She had asked him if he wanted to go together. Part of her wanted to run back into her room right then a there to check her phone, but after what happened yesterday she didn't want to just ignore her dad.

 

[BurningMonkey]

George eyed his daughter appreciatively. He wondered if she knew the sexy effect she had, bra-less in a t-shirt. Her firm young breasts tented the fabric a little, hinting at the tight little buds beneath, buds he had seen all to up close and personal the night before.

"Um, work was fine, kitten," he said, deliberately moving his eyes away from her lithe form and the way the sweats clung to her hips. "They liked the project I presented. I think I may get a commendation, maybe even a raise. They can't very well promote me--I just got this position two weeks ago."

Even though he wasn't looking at her, the memory of the scent of her aroused sex wafted through his mind. He'd always loved the sight of a woman in orgasm, and when that woman was his own daughter...

"Thanks for doing the pots, by the way," he said by way of trying to change the subject, both verbally and mentally. "I want to say again that I'm sorry I did that; it was stupid and childish of me. I guess I've just been under a lot of stress, lately. I shouldn't have done it."

He looked at her then, his sweet and helpful daughter, and ventured to put his hand on her knee in what he hoped was a fatherly way. "I'm sorry, kitten. You're a good person and a great daughter, and I shouldn't have yelled at you like I did; you don't deserve that."

 

[Cherrybomb400]

"Daddy..." She spoke softly and then moved closer. Her arms wrapped around him in a full hug. "I love you Daddy... I'm sorry that I haven't been present. I was neglecting what needed to be done at home. I guess we both let our tempers get the best of each other last night."

She closed her eyes she hugged onto her father. She always felt better when they made up after a fight. The feeling of his warm body against hers was always comforting. She could smell the faint smell of his cologne as her chin rested on his shoulder. When she pulled back, she kissed his cheek just as she would do when she was little. It was only them for so long... she didn't want to ruin that with petty fights that could be avoided, but she also wanted her independence. She was just going to have to prioritize.

"I have to work on my costume for Saturday... but afterwards did you want to watch a movie together or something?"

 

[BurningMonkey]

George was both comforted and stimulated by the feel of her body pressed to him. His erection, which had subsided a little since seeing her nude in the laundry room, began to stiffen again. But he couldn't move her away--that would be rude and hurtful, and confuse her. So he wrapped his strong arms around her and returned the hug, half fatherly warmth and half--at least in his mind--lover's embrace.

When she pulled back and kissed him--such an innocent, little-girl kiss--he smiled. "Sure, kitten. That would be nice. I'd like that."

"So, what are you going as for Halloween?" he asked conversationally to move things onto safer ground. "What anime character?" He knew she really liked anime, and presumed it would be some character from one of the indecipherable jumble of "Dragon-Z-Naruto-Angel-something-or-other" shows that she watched.

 

[Cherrybomb400]

Valerie smiled when her dad asked what she planned on being for Halloween. The party she was going to specifically asked everyone to pick a costume that was from the 90s or something to do with the 90s. She was torn between two costumes, so much that she decided she would just wear both!... But she could only show her father one of them, and had no intention of ever showing him this other.

Valerie told him to wait and she would be right back. Practically skipping to her room she went in decided to model it for her dad. She quickly changed, slipping on the long white fabric and then putting on her accessories. Just before she exited the room, she checked her phone.

Ryan had not only responded but said he would be more than willing to take her to the party. He asked her what she planned on wearing. Since she just so happen to be wearing her costume, she took a quick selfie in her full-length mirror, but noted that she had a second costume she would change into later... but he would have to wait to see that one.

After sending the message she came back downstairs and stood in the doorway of the kitchen. She gave a little spin to show him what she had been working on. She still needed to hem the skirt and add a few pieces, but it still looked really good.

"Can you guess? It's probably not what you think it is." She was wearing a floor-length white dress with a pair of angel wings on the back.

"I'll give you a hint," she laughed, "It's from a movie... in the 1990s... Love story that has been over done to death? I still need a wig, my hair isn't the right color."

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[BurningMonkey]

George was entranced. She looked like an angel in his eyes even without a white robe and wings. But with them? Dazzling, captivating... though he wasn't sure if "sexy" was an adjective properly applied to heavenly messengers.

"I can't begin to guess, Kitten. There have been so many 'angel' movies made; I can't keep track of them all." He looked her over appreciatively. "You look stunning. I'm sure you'll be a big hit. You're so good at that sort of thing, costumes and all..."

"Well, if you still have work to do on it, you'd better get busy--the party isn't getting any farther away. Just let me know when you're ready, and we'll watch a movie." He picked up the newspaper and sipped his beer, imagining for a moment lifting up that white dress to find that she was naked underneath, revealing to his hungry eyes the delectable body he'd seen in the laundry room earlier...

Stop it! he chided himself, and tried to banish the image by concentrating on reading whatever inconsequential events had happened in the world since yesterday.

 

[Cherrybomb400]

Valerie laughed as her father admitted defeat. "I'm Juliet from the Romeo and Juliet movie. The one with Leonardo Dicaprio." She gave another twirl and blushed a bit too when he told her that she looked stunning.

"Thanks Daddy. It shouldn't be too much more." The pranced off and went to do just as she said. For a good while there was nothing but the sound of a sewing machine coming from her room as she did the final touches to her costume. The other costume was already done.

When Valerie came back out, she was once again wearing her T-shirt and sweat pants. Her blond hair was pulled back into a messy bun. She looked for her father and found him in the study/computer room.

"Hey, you're not working are you?" She asked, hoping that this wasn't going to postpone them from the movie.

 

[BurningMonkey]

George heard her coming down the hallway and quickly "alt/tabbed" away from the daddy/daughter incest porn he'd been watching to a spreadsheet full of columns of numbers. It was old, from several years ago; he pulled it up as a dummy page whenever he was watching something he shouldn't be when she was home.

"Um, no, not really working," he said, surreptitiously dropping his hand to his lap to rearrange his erection. "Just going over some numbers. Go ahead and set the movie up; I'll be along in a minute." As soon as I can stand up without embarrassing us both...

 

[Cherrybomb400]

Valerie headed to the kitchen, put a bag of popcorn in the microwave and then headed back to the living room and turned on Netflix to find a movie. Since it was October, there were all sorts of horror movies ready to be watched. A lot of them seemed to be rather old, a lot she had never seen before. She chose one at random and then went to retrieve the popcorn, a soda for her, and a beer for her dad.

After placing everything on the coffee table, she waited patiently for her father. It had been a while since the two of them watched a movie or spent some real time together.

 

[BurningMonkey]

George "alt/tabbed" back to the porno site and closed it, then sat for long minutes staring at the spreadsheet without really seeing it. Lately he'd been gravitating to scenes that started out with the daughter being rebellious and her father dragging her over his knee and spanking her. He knew it was a flimsy set-up, a pretense to get to the sex; they always proceeded with him feeling her sex between her legs, and then mouth-fucking her, and then penetration...

The amateur ones he found more compelling, however. Were they really actual fathers and daughters? He doubted it, but it was possible--there were all sorts of folks in the world, and it wasn't outside the reach of possibility that there was some real father/daughter incest happening, or that those people would want to set up a webcam to show the world what they were doing. Hell, the web was full of "cam girls" who seemed to have nothing better to do than show off their bodies to the world, and masturbate for strangers...though those were probably pay sites, and they were doing it for the money...

He sighed. The scenes that appealed to him were the spanking or wrestling scenes--something that called for physical contact leading up to the sex; they seemed to fit his situation better. He couldn't imagine Valerie just coming home one day and saying, "Dad, I've decided I want to suck your cock and have you fuck me..."

He closed the spreadsheet and closed the laptop, getting up and walking into the living room. Valerie had everything already set up, eager to replicate the "movie nights" they enjoyed together when she was younger. He sat on the couch next to her, looking at the title showing on the screen. "Oh, a horror movie, eh? Remember when you were little and we'd watch some horror movie, and you'd hide behind me when the scary stuff was happening? Well, I just want you to know that just because you're 'all grown up' now, you can still hide behind me if you want."

He laced his fingers in hers where their arms lay together between them, and pushed "play".

 

[Cherrybomb400]

Valerie smiled and laughed when her daddy reminisced about her younger days. "Daddy is always there to protect me from the monsters." She gently squeezed his head and rested her head on his shoulder as the movie played. The only thing missing from this night was a blanket-fort that they would build before watching a movie, but Valerie only just now thought of that. Maybe next time.

As the movie played the popcorn in the bowl was slowly going down and Valerie was on her second can of soda. For the most part she was doing fine, but she was now hugging onto her father's arm tightly. His bicep was snugly pressed between her breasts. Every now and then she would hide her face into his shoulder. The movie was a bit more scary than she was expecting.

"No, why is she going closer to the sound?" She whimpered softly, pressing harder into her father, if it were possible.

 

[BurningMonkey]

George was both loving it and having a hard time, both figuratively and literally. The feel of her perky young breasts bracketing his arm had his gonads in an uproar. At the same time, the memories of her as a little girl kept banging into the other images running through his mind. The two were incompatible, and he kept flipping between wanting to nurture and protect and defend his little girl against the Big, Bad Bogeymen of the world and wanting to rip off her clothes and wildly fuck the sensual, sexy woman she'd become.

"She's going towards the sound because girls are always attracted to danger, Kitten," he teased. "That's why they all say they want a Bad Boy, except that when they get one they find out it's not all it's cracked up to be." He smiled and squeezed her hand. "It's okay, sweetheart--I'm here to protect you. You can always depend on me. I'll keep you safe." He only hoped it was true...

 

[Cherrybomb400]

Her father's words made her think about Ryan briefly. He was definitely a 'bad boy' but so far things have been pretty exciting. Really exciting. Maybe she would need to watch a scary movie with him to get as close to Ryan as she was currently with her dad. With that thought, she really did realise how close she was to him but she didn't move away. She wasn't against her father in a sexual way and he certainly didn't think of it in that way.

Valerie pushed those thoughts away, and soon they were into their second movie. Valerie hadn't intended on a marathon, but she was enjoying being there with her dad. Now though, she was getting tired. Her body had moved from resting against him, to having her head resting on his lap as she held onto his hand which she tucked under her chin.

It wasn't long until Valerie had fallen asleep there on the couch as the movie continued to play.

 

[BurningMonkey]

George was almost jumping out of his skin. His daughter's head was lying in his lap, her mouth mere inches away from his raging hard-on. A few thin layers of cloth was all that prevented him from grasping her head and thrusting his hard, hot member between her lips...

Instead he merely stroked her hair, as he had when she was little...soft, gentle caressing movements, feeling the slip of her hair under his tender fingers. He reached for the remote, shut off the TV, and simply sat for long, long minutes, loving the weight of her against him, and her soft breathing...

 

[Cherrybomb400]

Valerie rolled over so her face was facing her father's groin and snuggled closer. She was completely unaware that her check was now firmly resting against his engorged cock that was beneath his clothes. As she snuggled closer, her cheek rubbed against the head. Soon she was settled and sleeping soundlessly.

This time there was no accompanying sex dream, she quietly laid there sleeping in the intimate position. Her hair was still mostly pulled back but a few pieces were now framing her face.

 

[BurningMonkey]

George almost jumped when she turned in her sleep; her cheek was now resting directly on his turgid cock, and the feeling was...exquisite.

He forgot all the nurturing, fatherly feelings he'd be having just a moment before. Now all he could think about was her sweet body stretched out to the side, the t-shirt riding up to expose her smooth, creamy belly, the sweats pulled taut across her firm, rounded ass...

He began to slowly move his hips, pushing the throbbing cock head back and forth against his pants using the pressure of her cheek for leverage--not much, and not too firmly, just enough to provide some friction. He didn't want to wake her, but he desperately wanted relief. The feel of the fabric rubbing across the ridge as he slowly and carefully bucked his hips was excruciatingly pleasurable...Just a little rubbing, that's all... he thought. Just a little rubbing, and I'll cum...

Knowing his daughter was a heavy sleeper, he dared to dip one hand under the hem of the t-shirt to gently cup the nearest warm, soft breast. Not caress it, rub it, stroke it, just cup it, the warm weight of it filling his palm. Oh, God, he thought. You're such an awful father... But he kept rocking his hips, rocking and rubbing his sensitized glans.

 

[Cherrybomb400]

Valerie's head moved as her father thrust his hips, forcing his cock to rub against her cheek over and over again. She would have just laid there quietly if he hadn't started cupping her breast beneath her shirt. Her body seemed to remember his touch from the night before and her nipple quickly became firm.

Valerie shifted in her sleep again, pushing against his hand and groaning softly. Valerie shifted her head, rubbing more against his cock. Very slowly her body was starting to become aroused.

 

[BurningMonkey]

George was breathing hard. He hadn't intended to repeat last night's event, but things seemed to be heating up... Valerie's rubbing of her face against his bulge was pushing him on, and he almost against his will slowly moved his hand down her flank to edge under the waist of her sweats, along her smooth belly, towards that warm, moist target he remembered all to well...

No! his mind shouted at him. You can't! Not again! Once was bad enough! Oh, but he so wanted to; he wanted to feel that tender, wet bud under his fingers again, and push his swollen, throbbing cock between those soft, warm lips, explore her ripe young body with his hands, his mouth...

With a supreme act of will he removed his hand from her pants, sighed, and gently lifted her head from his lap. Sliding out from under her, he stood and stooped, gathering her into his arms. "C'mon, Kitten," he murmured, "time for you to be in bed." She curled instinctively against his chest and shoulder, as she used to do when she was younger.

He carefully carried her up the stairs and into her room, depositing her gently on the outer edge of the bed. He left her in the sweats and t-shirt; it was her usual night dress, anyway. He pulled the blanket up and over her, then stood quietly and tenderly stroking her hair. The light from the window cast one soft beam across her face, illuminating her feathery lashes as they lay against her delicate cheek.

The very recent memory of that cheek rubbing against the head of his dick still had him very aroused. Looking at her lying there, a very wicked thought came to him. He wouldn't molest her again--No! He wouldn't!--but surely passive use of her body wouldn't be as bad as active use, would it?

He slowly undid his zipper and drew out his still-turgid member. Crouching a little, he brought it close to her face where it lay at the edge of the bed, and began to softly rub it along the side of her cheek. He drew his handkerchief out of his back pocket, ready to capture any "accidental" spills...

 

[Cherrybomb400]

Valerie felt her father's warmth as he carried her to bed. She held onto him, even as he gently placed her on the mattress. Valerie was completely unaware that her father had basically been humping her face and about to play with her pussy a second time.

Once she was on the mattress her body relaxed more, sprawling and stretching out. Once she was comfortable her body settled. As she slept her lips parted, breathing in and out softly as she started to dream innocent thoughts, none of them involving her father using her body as a means to get off. She gently shifted once again in her sleep.

For a brief moment, when she turned her head, her lips brushed against the hot flesh of if cock. She licked her lips and continued sleeping.

 

[BurningMonkey]

George felt an electric shock as the soft, warm lips touched the hot flesh of his rigid man-tool. Jesus!! he thought as a tiny drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip to trickle down on her cheek.

He felt feverish, out of control. He wanted more, more... She lay with her face half-turned to the ceiling, mouth partly open; he gripped the base of his shaft and gently, oh so gently and carefully, began to run it back and forth between those warm, fleshy surfaces, rubbing the sensitive underside along them.

This is so wrong! he told himself, so, so wrong on so many levels... But he couldn't help himself, her lips on his dick felt soooo gooood... More pre-cum dribbled from the tip, smearing her cheek and lips. No matter, he told himself. I can wipe it later...

 

[Cherrybomb400]

Valerie groaned a little in her sleep as something warm was brushing against her lips. Soon she was dreaming again, and she was with Ryan. This time she was pleasing him, kissing and sucking along the length of his cock. For a virgin she did dream and think about sex a lot.

As George brushed his cock along her lips, her mouth opened and her tongue tasted his flesh. She moaned softly at the taste, she wanted more. She wanted to take Ryan's cock and know that he was aroused because of her. Valerie was starting to get aroused too. Her nipples were hard and her pussy was starting to get wet. Oh god, how was she going to act after she let Ryan take her virginity? She was already horned up so much...