My Daddy is my Baby Daddy (closed for Cherrybomb400)

[BurningMonkey]

George couldn't believe it when her mouth opened hungrily and her tongue began licking his length. She was moaning and squirming, obviously becoming aroused. Holy sweet mother of all the saints, George thought, what the hell is she dreaming about?

Had his sweet daughter already sucked someone's dick, and was reliving it now? Or was it just her imagination? There was no question that he was turned on by what was happening, the skin of his head taut and tight as the skin of a drum...

He continued to rock his hips back and forth, gliding his tumescence between her lips, relishing the amazing texture of her tongue along its underside, licking out to flick the frenum as he drew back each time. His orgasm was coiling, pooling in his balls and belly like a slowly growing pool of thick, heavy oil, threatening to crest and overflow and squirt his seed all over her face.

Despite his earlier resolve, he couldn't keep from reaching out one hand, slipping it under the hem of the t-shirt, and finding her firm young breast. The nipple was hard as a little gumdrop against his palm, and he plucked and pinched it gently between his thumb and forefinger...

 

[Cherrybomb400]

Valerie was loving the taste of Ryan's cock. So much that she was getting very turned on and wet. Soon the scent of her arousal was softly wafting in the air. As she stuck her tongue further out and George thrust his hips, her wet tongue dragged from the base of his cock to the tip were she actually got a taste of his precum. "Mmmm" she savoried the salty taste and wanted more.

Licking Ryan's cock like a Popsicle was getting to her. Her nipples were at full attention which he seemed to take advantage of as he played and pinched her nipples. It was amazing, her nipples felt so sensitive as he played with them. Valerie's started to moan, the tell tale sign that she was starting to build to an orgasm, all with him playing with her tits!

Her breath started to stagger and her hand slipped between her legs as she humped against her hand. With the last tug he gave her nipple pushed her over the edge as she moaned out as her body became ridged.

 

[BurningMonkey]

George watched in lust-soaked amazement as his little girl writhed in orgasm for the second time in as many nights. Her head went back as she arched her back and froze, and for just a moment the tip of his cock passed between her lips to brush the inside of her mouth...

It was the trigger for his own climax, which slammed into him hard and fast. He barely got his tool out of her mouth and managed to turn before he was shooting spurts and jets of white, creamy cum into the handkerchief he held ready. His thighs, already tired from holding his semi-crouch by the bedside, almost collapsed as he curled around the white heat in his groin. After a second or two, when the crest had passed, he straightened and looked down in wonder at this woman-child lying panting and spent on her bed. Shaking and shaken, he tucked himself back into his pants and walked from the room unsteadily.

He stopped at the bathroom to rinse out the rapidly cooling sticky mess that was his handkerchief, hanging it over the shower rod to dry where he'd hung his boxers last night. Then, his brain in a fog, he made his way somehow back to his own room and sank down on the bed.

This...this was dangerous! He'd caused his little girl to cum twice now in her sleep without waking her, and he had the feeling that she was that sound a sleeper that he could do it again whenever he wanted.

And that was the road to certain damnation. It was too much temptation. He would want to come in every night, and play and play and watch her cum and cum again and again...He knew he would become addicted to it, and he couldn't let that happen--it wasn't fair to her, to be taken advantage of without her knowledge, especially by her own father, a filthy, depraved pervert...

Oh, but it felt so good, her mouth on him, his hands on her...And she looked so sweet, so innocent lying there afterwards...

NO!!!, his mind screamed. No more! And it was right, he knew it was right... He would have to avoid her room at all costs at night, sequester himself as much as possible when she was sleeping, remove himself from the source of temptation. But he would never now be able to get the image out of his mind, of her open mouth, her arched back, her rigid body shaking in ecstasy, the tendons in her neck standing up...

As he got undressed and slipped under the covers, he turned to wondering who she'd been dreaming of last night and tonight, who she was imagining doing those things with, whose fingers had been playing with her. Was it one particular boy? Or a man? Or was it just some generic male figure, faceless, featureless but for the hands and man-meat. He'd had those dreams himself as a boy--only the big, round tits were real, or the mouth, or the pussy (which he only imagined, since at that time he'd never actually seen one). All else had been obscure, blurry; only the particular object of his arousal had been real and concrete.

That must be it, he thought as he closed his eyes. He couldn't face the possibility that his princess, his baby girl, had done those things and had them done to her by a real, live, flesh-and-blood boy or man...one that wasn't himself...

 

[Cherrybomb400]

Valerie has no clue as to what had been going on the past couple of nights, or of her father's struggles regarding how much he desired her sexually. To her, everything just seemed normal. Friday came and went and then it was Saturday, the night of the party, Halloween! As much as her father knew, she was only wearing one costume which was the Juliet costume. Along with the dress and wings, she sported out a long soft brown wig and a silver chain necklace with a cross. She was the very definition of 'Angelic'... but beneath that costume was the second... and thought it was white, it said anything BUT angelic.

Ryan pulled up in his 2002 Electric blue corvette. He had wanted to pick her up on his motorcycle, but Valerie insisted that he take his car, mostly so if she needed to she could throw her long dress back on before coming back into her house after the party. The bad boy honked the horn twice and Valerie picked up her speed at getting ready.

"That's my ride, Daddy!" She called to him before she finally found him in the living room, "I'll see you later. Don't scare the trick or treaters!" She teased him and then kissed his cheek and opened the door where George had the perfect view of every dad's worst fear... the potential boyfriend.

Ryan gave a small wave of acknowledgement to her dad as she got into his car and then the two drove off, of course the hoodlum sped off quickly causing his tires to screech as they drove off. Valerie promptly scolded him, reminding him that there were kids running around. Ryan was probably giving her dad a heart attack with how recklessly he drove off.

 

[BurningMonkey]

George waved vaguely at the punk in the hot car in the driveway. THAT'S what she's going to the party with? He looks like a complete jerk! When he peeled away from the curb like a maniac, that clinched his assessment, which had begun when he just honked the horn instead of coming to the door.

Back in my day, we had respect, he thought as he went back in the house for another beer. You came to the door to fetch your date, not sat in the car and honk like she's a carryout server and you want your food... He shook his head. Kids these days..., he thought. They're all punks and gangsta wannabes...

As he sat and tried to watch the news, his mind drifted. He'd managed somehow to keep from going into Valerie's room at night and playing with her ripe young body--how, he wasn't sure, but he'd managed it. Maybe the danger point was past. Maybe he could start thinking about her like a father should think about his daughter...

Then he began to wonder, Is that the guy she was fantasizing about? The guy who she wanted to finger fuck her and she wanted to lick his cock? The thought unnerved him in ways he didn't want to examine. She deserved better. She deserved someone with respect for her, and affection, a responsible boy, not some privileged snot-nosed too-rich-for-his-own-good asshole like that, who had everything and took it all for granted like it was owed to him.

He resolved to wait up for her tonight, just to make sure she got home at a decent hour and hadn't had any...trouble. And if both of those things didn't happen--well, punk-ass was going to hear about it.

 

[Cherrybomb400]

The trick or treaters came and went. There was a monster movie marathon playing, but Valerie wasn't there for any of it. Instead, she was at her first college party. For a while she did sport the Juiliet costume for a while... And then halfway into the night, Valerie changed into something more sexy and something her father definitely would not approve. Now she had on a skin tight white dress that barely covered her ass, white heels and sheer thigh high stockings. The costume left very little to the imagination and the only thing she wore under it was a heavily padded bra to give the illusion that her chest was more ample than what it was.

Valerie had all eyes on her and she was relishing in it, mostly because Ryan didn't leave her side... Except when he went to go get her drinks. She was having so much fun and had so much alcohol that she wasn't keeping track of time... But eventually the party started to wind down. Ryan had tried his best to convince her to let him take her to his place, but even intoxicated she was still stubborn.

They pulled up to her house. It looked like the lights were off, so daddy must be asleep. Her Juliet costume sat on the floor of the car. Before she could pick it up, Ryan leaned over and kissed her. She kissed him back, and there she was not realizing how bad of an idea it was to start making out with a boy in front of her house. As they kissed, Ryan pulled the lever that forced her seat to lay back. He was touching her, grabbing her ass and teased her when he realized she wasn't wearing panties. Then he slipped his hand up her dress and met with her wetness.

Valerie moaned and rolled her head back as he made her hips rock. Just as she was about to cum, her foot, which had been up in the air, hit and pressed on his driver's wheel and the cars horn went off. That caused Valerie to shot up, gasping as she was sure that probably woke her father. Her head collided into Ryan's and the two yelped in paid. The car windows had fogged, shit!

Quickly she flung open the door, Ryan was still confused for a moment, wondering why she was freaking out. With her key in hand, she was just about to unlock the door... Until her father whipped it wide open. She stood there like a deer in headlight, her heart pounding as she feared the worst.

 

[BurningMonkey]

George had handled the trick or treaters in his usual jovial way; he had a soft spot for the little ones, all dressed up as bunnies or Batman or princesses. "Frozen" was big at the moment, and a steady trickle of Elsa's paraded up the steps, across the porch, and rang the doorbell.

Eventually the visitors stopped coming, and he turned off the porch light. He watched a few horror movies on TV, then got ready for bed. It was getting late; he was a little worried about Valerie. But only a little--for now... He turned off the lights and simply sat in his bathrobe in the dark, waiting as time dragged by.

He must have fallen asleep in the armchair, because the sudden blast of a car horn woke him. That sounded like it was right outside, he thought, and levered himself from the chair to see what was going on.

When he first opened the door and saw the young woman standing there, he thought it was a very late trick or treater. There had been several as the evening grew on and the little ones disappeared--older children, high schoolers, in anime costumes and other, less-well-defined outfits. Several had been young women dressed as "naughty nurses" or "little devils", showing way too much of their assets for George's taste. But this one was the sluttiest one of them all, by far--tight, tight dress ending just below her cooter, an expanse of thigh showing above the lacy tops of thigh-highs, fuck-me heels...

She looked like nothing less than a full-blown streetwalker, and he was about to give her some not-so-polite fatherly advice, when something about her struck him and he came full awake. The blonde wig had thrown him off, but the face, and the keys in hand, clinched it. This was Valerie.

He fumbled for the switch without looking and a moment later harsh yellowish light flooded the scene in all its ghastly detail. He was vaguely aware of a car ignition followed by the sound of screeching tires, but he only registered it in the back of his mind; the majority of his attention was focused--no, frozen, on the sight of his daughter in her way-too-sexy dress.

Finally he came to himself, and with a supreme effort of will he said through clenched teeth, "Get in here, young lady, before the neighbors see you..." He stood back to one side, clearing the door and glaring as she swayed unsteadily, looking at him like he had worms on his face.

 

[Cherrybomb400]

Valerie mutely, with wide eyes, walked into the house. She could feel the rage coming off of her father. As soon as that door closed, it wasn't going to be pretty. So she did what any scared and drunk teenager would do. As soon as she was out of eye sight (daddy had to close and lock the door) she bolted. There was no time to kick her heels off, the only thing she was concerned about was getting into her room before her dad could ream her (not that he would ever beat her).

Valerie was just at the stairs when her father noticed she was trying to make an escape. As she climbed each step, her dress threaten to reveal how she wasn't wearing anything underneath. She prayed to God that he didn't see or... Or possible smell her arousal from when she was in the car just moments ago. Valerie needed to change quickly.

 

[BurningMonkey]

George took three quick steps and caught her by the wrist just as she was mounting the third step. She was unsteady on her feet, and the faint smell of alcohol drifted to his nostrils. She'd been drinking, too.

He dragged her roughly back down the stairs; she lost one heel in the process, and kicked off the other one rather than fall over. He pulled her over to the couch, where he turned her to face him. "I thought I raised you better," he hissed. "I thought, that you had better sense!"

He'd been angry with her in the past, but this...this was different. The sight of her dressed like that, so revealing, had his lust ramping up by leaps and bounds. At the same time, his fatherly fear that his daughter was on the brink of ruining her life had his adrenalin pumping like a runaway steam engine. He wanted to shout, he wanted to weep, he wanted to ravish her, he wanted to enfold her and keep her safe from the world--he was ready to explode. Most of all, he wanted to do something, something to get through to her...

Without warning he sat on the couch and pulled her down on her belly across his knees, twisting her wrist into the small of her back. "So, you're all grown up, are you?" he said as one meaty hand landed hard on one ass cheek. The resultant cry of pain and shock was music to his ears. "Gonna wear whatever you want?" smack! "Gonna go out drinking and carousing?" smack! "Gonna hang out dressed like a two-dollar whore?? smack! smack! "Well, we'll just see about that..." smack! smack!

With each blow the short little dress rose higher and higher on her rump, and suddenly he realized what was missing. She wasn't wearing any panties! His slut daughter was out in a tiny dress with no panties!

He reached between her rapidly reddening ass cheeks to clamp one hand on her pussy. "What's this?? No panties? Who was this for, eh? For Punk-Ass? So he could play with your cunt? Is that what you want, some dickhead sticking his fingers up your twat?]/I]" He began roughly rubbing her sex, and it registered that it was wet...

"So he was playing with your pussy, wasn't he? Out there in the car, right in front of the house!" smack! smack! "Like a cheap, nasty, slut! Have you no shame!?" smack! smack! smack!

His hand dove back between her legs, and this time he thrust his thumb deep into her still-slick tunnel. "Well, if that's what you want, then that's what you'll get!" And he began thrusting in and out with his thumb, using his other hand to hold her down and pin her wrist, no matter how hard she squirmed or squealed...

 

[Cherrybomb400]

"I thought, that you had better sense!"

"Daddy, I-" before she could say anymore, George had her over his lap. In all the time that he raised her, her father never raised a hand to her and that included spanking.

"So, you're all grown up, are you?"

Spank

"Ah!" Valerie didn't know how to react. Her father never been this mad before. The feel of his heavy hand cracking on her ass caused the plum round flesh to bounce. Valerie whimpered and closed her eyes in shame as her father continued his assault on her ass as he taunted her for her poor choices for the night.

Spank Spank

"Dad-" Spank "dy" Valerie took in a sharp breath. Her ass was burning from how hard he was slapping her ass. It had really hurt when he started but now it was a sting and... Something else... She couldn't figure out what it was she was feeling.

Then she felt something she never thought she would feel. Her father was cupping her soaking wet pussy. She cried out, "Dad! What are you doing?!" And then he started rubbing. Oh god, this couldn't really be happening. Her father was fondling her! But what was even more shocking... She felt even more sensitive now than when Ryan was playing with her.

Spank

This time his hand missed the mark... Or maybe not. Valerie's body tensed and then shuddered when George smacked her pussy with his open hand. He slapped her there a few more times as she desperately gasped for air.

Once Valerie was over the shock, she squirmed and tried to thrash but he held her there as he continued. "Daddy... Please, stop. I'm your daughter, you can't do this!"

Oh but he could and he was. It didn't stop there either. George's hand made its way between her legs again and he thrust his thumb into her tight virgin slit. She whimpered and started crying. Through her tears, her body was relishing in how he touched her. Her cunt felt so hot and warm, and that familiar build was forming. Oh no, she thought, I can be enjoying this! This is my dad!

But her body was shaking, pussy dripping, and her father wasn't stopping.

"Daddy... Daaady," Valerie moaned out. She was trying to hold back, trying not to give into her lust... But then she realized that she was on the balls of her feet, pushing her ass up to meet with the thrust of her father's hand. "Daddy!.. Oh god daddy I'm gonna cu-ummmmmm!" As she finished the last word out of her mouth, her orgasm crashed through her body. Her pussy squeezed his thumb so tightly as her wetness dripped onto the hardwood floor.

Still over her father's lap, Valerie's body trembled as she tried to recover from the hardest orgasm she ever felt.

 

[BurningMonkey]

George was feverish. He felt like he was swimming in a dream of unreality; nothing made sense. One minute he was spanking his daughter's bare ass and the next somehow he was thumb-fucking her, his own erection straining under her warm, heavy body draped across it. This is wrong, the tiny voice in his head whimpered, small and ignored. This is so, so wrong...

He shouldn't be doing this. He had never raised his hand to her in his life, never before struck her. And yet here he was, paddling her ass like she was some truculant four-year old... and finger-fucking her. He was finger-fucking his own daughter. And he was loving it, loving the feel of her body responding, the slick juiciness of her tight, wet teen pussy, the spongy resilience of her fleshy walls, the feel of her clit under his fingertips, the way she was bucking up to meet every thrust of his meaty thumb...

And then he heard her exclaim, Oh god daddy I'm gonna cu-ummmmmm! just before her body exploded, shaking and shuddering in the throes of a powerful orgasm. NOW!! the other voice, the lust-crazed one, shouted in his head. Now! Throw her down and shove your hard, hot, fat cock inside her and pound her like a cheap cut of meat! Punish that pink little pussy! Ram her hard!! DO IT!!!

But some semblance of sanity remained, and he managed to get a mental grip on himself. His plunging thumb slowed, and shakily withdrew from the secret and very personal place he had violated with it. He just sat, trembling, for a few moments, then released her arm and removed his hand from her back, letting her stand if she wanted.

He was shaken to his very core at what he had been capable of doing, to her, to himself... And how would they go on from here? How could they go on from here together? After...this? Everything was changed, in the blink of an eye, and could never be the same again.

He put one arm under her and lifted her into an embrace, hugging her tightly, tears coursing down his face. "I'm sorry, Kitten...I'm so, so sorry..." he sobbed into her hair.

 

[Cherrybomb400]

It took a few moments for Valerie to start thinking clearly from that Earth shattering climax and the alcohol that was still effecting her. She could smell the heavy scent of her arousal filling the air. She took in a few deep breaths to calm her racing heart.

I can't believe Daddy just did that to me! she thought, horrified. Just when she was about to jump from his grasp, he pulled her up and hugged her... And he started crying. There were only very few times when Valerie saw her dad cry. He only did when he was truly upset. That was why it was hard for Valerie to keep and ill feelings towards her father. What he did was messed up, wrong on so many levels.... But as he was sobbing and telling her how sorry he was, she couldn't help but to reach her arms around him and hug him tight.

"Daddy... I know," she tried to console him. She couldn't say it was ok... What happened was anything but ok! She shifted a bit until she was sitting in his lap, wincing a little as her ass was still tender... His cock was pressed against her hip. If her face wasn't already red from cumming, it would have been from acknowledged get that her own father was sexually excited from what happened. Did he know he was hard? Part of her was scared that if she stayed there he might continue what he started.

Would that be so bad? a small voice in the back of her mind asked. Yes. It was incest, no way would that ever be ok. But no one has made you feel good like that! the voice continued to taunt her. That had to be the alcohol talking.

"Daddy... Shhh" she kissed his cheek wrapped her arm around his neck. "I'm ok Daddy."

 

[BurningMonkey]

He just sat and sobbed for long minutes, his arms wrapped tight around his baby, his little girl...he loved her so much, and had been so wicked to her. Now that the lust-wave was subsiding, the other voice finally could assert itself. What sort of man ARE you, to sexually violate your own daughter? it asked in a sad, accusatory tone. What kind of monster?

There are times when a man discovers dark, twisted things within himself that he didn't know were there, things that he realized had been there a long time, waiting dormant for the right trigger. This had been such a trigger, and he had learned to his own horror that he had a dark, and evil side to him that he never suspected. And to make things worse, that explosive orgasm she'd experienced at his hands, that bucking, shaking, shuddering climax, was forever branded behind his eyes--he would never, ever be able to forget it...even now as he revisited the fresh memory, he could feel himself stiffening again.

He had been so good, fought so hard, and it had all come crashing down around his ears in a moment. And all the king's horses and all the king's men... the ancient nursery rhyme kept scrolling through his head, over and over...

Finally his tears subsided, and he simply sat and rocked her in his arms for another few long minutes as she sought to console him. She was trying to console him: the injustice, the hateful irony of it, was not lost on him. But he took comfort in her arms anyway. It was the only comfort he had at the moment.

Finally he loosened his grip around her, allowing her to slacken and pull back. "I'm...I'm okay, Kitten," he managed to get out. "I'm okay, now. Just...just go on to bed, now..."

 

[Cherrybomb400]

Valerie couldn't stand to see her father upset... Even though what happened was really messed up, at least he wasn't justifying it and saying she deserved it... It was just a messed up situation that got really out of hand... But his hands did feel incredibly good on her. It was amazing how he was able to play with her body so easily and make her cum so hard! Valerie needed to not think about that. She blushed and just held her dad as he continued to get out the shame he was feeling.

As he calmed down, Valerie had this strong urge to kiss him, but decided against doing so. Things were already strange. When he told her to go to bed she just nodded and gave him a hug goodnight and told him she loved him. She didn't want to leave him alone, but she did as she was told. As she stood up she pulled her insanely short skirt down over her plum little ass, picked up her shoes and headed up stairs.

Once she closed her bedroom door she let out a breath she had been holding and just let her mind freely go back to when she was over her father's knee. Valerie head was still swimming as she pulled the skin tight dress off of herself. God, she was still soaking wet between her legs, and her pussy was once again begging for attention. Valerie climbed into bed, laying on her stomach as she reached between her legs and started to play with her pussy. In her fantasy, Daddy didn't stop. He grabbed her by her hair, forced her to suck his cock, pulled her up into his lap and let him shove himself inside her. She was bucking into her hand like crazy as she tried to muffle her moans. Into her pillow she kept moaning "Daddy" until she once again came long and hard. Naked and covered in sweat, her arousal wetting her sheets, she closed her eyes and fell right to sleep.

 

[BurningMonkey]

After Valerie left and went upstairs, George sat for long minutes with his face buried in his hands. He was a monster, a deviant of the worst kind—the kind that preyed on his own child. Even now, as he dragged himself mentally back and forth across the hot coals of his guilt, he could still smell her on his fingers, and a small part of him—small, but still present—wanted to run upstairs and take her on her bed, plow her like a newly-cleared field, bury his surging, aching cock balls-deep in her tight virgin honeypot…

He would have to be on guard. He would have to be careful. He could not let such a thing happen again. Who knew how he had hurt her, not physically, but mentally? Emotionally? Spiritually? He, the one person whom she should be able to trust, to keep her safe. Never in his worst nightmares had he ever imagined that the one person she would need to be kept safe from was himself.

Finally he dropped his hands and climbed wearily to his feet. Tomorrow would come, and they would still be living under the same roof, and he would have to see her, interact with her, as he had every day of his life. He would try to act normally—as if anything could ever be normal again, after this…

On his way to his room, he had the urge to look in on her. NO!! the sane part of him shouted. No! You’ve lost that right! You’ve forfeited it forever! You are the last person on earth who should be alone with her in her bedroom, now or ever! And it was right; he’d proven himself unworthy as a father. He had no right. He passed her door unopened.

He got undressed and into bed, but he didn’t bother to close his eyes. Sleep would be a long time coming.

 

[Cherrybomb400]

When morning came, Valerie was gifted with her first hangover. She groaned ad her eyes tightly kept shut. Her head was pounding and letting light into her eyes wasn't going to make it better. She wanted to keep sleeping but her bladder was screaming at her to get up. Slowly she opened her eyes, frowned say up... Two thoughts ran through her head. The first was, why was she naked, and second was why was her ass sore?

It only took her a second to remember how angry her father has been last night. She remembered the spanking and what happened after. Her face became red and for a moment she was scared to leave the room until she also remember how upset he was with himself for what he did. Now with a sober mind, Valerie wanted to think on more of the events that happened. Thankfully her bed room and the guest room shared a bath. She took care of her business and brushed her teeth and hair.

She thought long and hard. What happened last night was definitely not normal, and wasn't something her father planned... But the fact that he did it told her that had wanted too... Not to mention how hard he had gotten. Valerie was conflicted. Should she talk to her dad? She doubted he would try anything.

Like you don't want him to. chided the voice I her head, reminding her that she herself made herself cum after what happened... It was just a very intense experience, that's all.

When she went to get dressed she thought about how recently her change of dress did make him uncomfortable... Was she showing too much skin? Did she encourage whatever thoughts and desires he might have been having? Valerie didn't have any plans of leaving the house. It was Sunday and her dad was off work too. She put on a baggy pair of sweat pants and a baggy t-shirt, blonde hair up in a messy bun.

Once she was "dressed" she ventured out and the first thing she did was look to her father's door. Tentatively she approached and knocked.

"Daddy, are you awake?" She felt nervous, what if he got mad?

What if he pulls you over his knee again?...

 

[BurningMonkey]

George lay awake most of the night, going over and over again the event. It wasn't until false dawn began to lighten the sky that he finally managed to fall asleep, and now someone was knocking...

He pried his eyes open, still groggy. He felt exhausted, mentally, physically, emotionally... Slowly the cobwebs cleared, and he managed to focus on who he was, where he was. And realized it was Valerie knocking on his bedroom door.

What should he do? Normal, the voice in his head reminded him. Try to act normal. What would he have done before last night?

"Yes, Kitten; I'm awake," he called hoarsely from the bed. Don't come in. Please God, don't come in...

 

[Cherrybomb400]

Valerie froze as she tried to remember what her reasoning for coming to her father's door was. Honestly she thought he might ignore her, but she was glad that he didn't. Valerie wanted him to know that she wasn't mad at him... and she wanted to spend time with him.

"I was wondering what you would want for breakfast!" It was the first thing that came to her mind. "I can make us waffles." She remembered when he would make breakfast on Sunday mornings. "Or, we could make breakfast together?"

 

[BurningMonkey]

George heaved a mental sigh of relief. She wasn't opening the door, wasn't coming into this room where he lay under the covers in just his boxers in this oh-too-convenient bed...

"Uh, sure, Valerie," he called to the door. "That would be fun. I'll be down in a minute, okay? Just let me get dressed first..." And give me a minute to get rid of this boner. It had sprung to life all on its own at the sound of her voice, which had brought all the crystal-clear moments of the preceding night rushing back, especially the feel of his thumb sliding in and out of her tight, wet, virginal female parts and the way she'd arched her back, pushing into his hand, urging him deeper...and the way she'd shuddered and cried out in orgasm, an orgasm that he had given her, him, her own father, who shouldn't have been touching her in the first place, much less seeking out her pleasure points with such fervid desire and lustful intent.

He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood, the stubborn erection standing out like a flagpole, tenting the front of his boxers like a traffic cone under a sheet. He'd have to tame it before he went downstairs. Wearily he drew on his bathrobe and headed for the door, thinking that Valerie had probably gone down already. He needed the bathroom, which was across the hall.

 

[Cherrybomb400]

He didn't brush her off and tell her no. She smiled and quietly went down stairs and started pulling out everything they would need to make breakfast. Flour, eggs, butter... The house was so quiet she could hear her father's door open and he walked across the hall to the bathroom.

Oh! I forgot to clear out the laundry! The past few days Valerie would change in the bathroom or when she showered she would sometimes leave her clothing in there. Her clothes from Friday were still on the bathroom floor. She could wait until her father was out of the shower, but she didn't want him to think she forgot... which she did.

Valerie climbed up the stairs until she got to the door. "Um, Daddy.... I just wanted to let you know I'll get my clothes as soon as you're out of the bathroom."

 

[BurningMonkey]

George was in the middle of a hot jerking session, eyes closed and breathing hard, when he heard Valerie's voice on the other side of the door. Since hers was the image behind his eyes at that very moment, it was enough to send him over the edge.

Orgasmic waves crashed over him; he involuntarily grunted, "Ungh!" as thick jets of sticky white cream spurted from the head of his cock. In his imagination, they decorated her naked, pink, creamy breasts in streams of pearly goo...

Momentarily disoriented and a little panicky, he opened his eyes and managed to blurt out, "What? Uh...yeah...that's fine, Val...that'll be fine..." His hand stilled and he reached for the tissue box. Her clothes lay in a pile on the floor, the silky panties lying carelessly on top. He toyed for just a moment with using them to wipe himself, but instantly discarded the thought--she would be gathering them up in a moment, and he couldn't risk having her notice his cum all over them.

"I'll...I'll be down in a minute, Kitten..." he called, hoping she would be mollified and leave again.

 

[Cherrybomb400]

There was a strange sound from within the bathroom. "Daddy? Are you ok?" It sounded like he groaned in pain or something, he assured her that he was fine and that she could get the clothes later. She quietly went back down stairs and continued to get everything ready for when they would make breakfast. Valerie put on an apron and set the kitchen table for when they were ready to eat. They had some sausages and bacon they could fix too.

Valerie pulled her hair into two low ponytails. The hairstyle made her look even younger than she was... Did her dad like young girls? She blushed again as she thought about what happened on the couch. She was getting wet just thinking about it! She shook her head. She should be thinking about Ryan doing those kind of things to her! She wondered if Ryan spanked her and fingered her like her dad did if she would enjoy it as much.

Ryan would probably think she was a freak if she asked him to spank her. Valerie never thought that the idea of being spanked would make her feel so riled up, but she couldn't get the memory out of her head... If daddy got mad at her again, would he spank her?

 

[BurningMonkey]

George finished his morning ablutions and exited the bathroom still in his robe. His dick, satiated and limp for the moment, was safely tucked under its folds as he descended the stairs.

When he entered the kitchen, waves of memory washed over him at the sight of his daughter, his little girl, with her hair in twin ponytails as she used to wear it. How many weekend mornings had they made breakfast together like this? The apron, which she had insisted on wearing, was no longer too big for her; instead of dropping down to cover her knees, it ended now at mid-thigh. The ties that he'd had to wrap twice to keep her from tripping on them were now neatly tied in a bow at the back, and the loop at the top no longer had a shortening knot in it. She's a grown-up, now, the sane father voice in his head said with pride. In more ways than one, the other voice added slyly. He tried to ignore it. Be cautious. Be on guard.

He smiled and said brightly, "Well! I see you have everything ready. How about if I start mixing the batter while you fry up some of that sausage and bacon? Do you want cinnamon in the mix this time?" He grabbed the bowl and began scooping flour into it.

 

[Cherrybomb400]

Valerie smiled when she saw her father, but noted that he was still in his bathrobe. Wasn't he going to get dressed? She pondered a moment and wondered if he was naked under his robe or if he wore his boxers. These were definitely not things she normally wondered.

"Yes please! Let's try brown sugar this time, I heard it helps to give it more of a richer flavor. Speaking of flavor. She wondered if after last night if he tasted her juices which covered his thumb like Ryan would times do after he played with her. Watching that always turned her on. If he did, did he like how she tasted? Did he jerk off at the thought of fucking her?

Stop!!! she scolded herself. It was a one time only freak accident, there was no way it would happen again. Still, it was kind of fun to think about. She did as asked and started cooking up the sausage and bacon. Her stomach started growling as the smell of the cooked meats filled the house.

 

[BurningMonkey]

George added eggs to the pile of flour in the bowl, and brown sugar, and some shortening, and began plying the spoon, adding milk a little at a time. The motions were soothing--normal, everyday things, bringing a sense of tradition and repetition to a situation that could have been anything but ordinary.

Every now and then he glanced at Valerie, her eyes studiously concentrating on the cooking meats. She hated burned bacon, and always paid particular attention to frying it up. The apron didn't quite close in the back, and he could see the swell of her ass cheeks in the gap, concealed as they were in the baggy sweat pants. Dark thoughts began to swirl in the back of his mind--how easy and simple it would be to push her down across the counter, strip those sweatpants down onto her thighs, expose the sweet little pussy he knew was hiding there, bury his hard cock balls-deep in her from behind as she was bent over...

Stop it! the sane father voice commanded, and he returned his whole attention to the mixing bowl, continuing to stir with slightly shaking hands even after the point where the mix was ready. Be careful, be on guard...

Finally he stopped stirring and said without turning to look at her, "Batter's ready. When the meat's done, we can put the waffle iron on to heat."