4 comments/ 69824 views/ 5 favorites Dayna's Daddy Ch. 01 By: ChessireGrin Dayna checked the clock again, which seemed to be moving backwards if anything at all. She was desperate to get going. Her Daddy was coming home for the holidays, and there was still so much left to be done. One more quick look over her in-basket, and she just decided to skip out early. Checking around the office, she surreptitiously slid her jacket over her arm, logged out her computer, and clutched her purse. Walking towards the exit, she silently begged that no one see her go. Just a few steps more and she'd be home free! "Dayna?" Chuck, her boss, stood in his office doorway. Inwardly she groaned, but turned quickly with a brisk smile, "Yes?" She spoke with the most relaxed tone she could muster. "I see you're heading home early. Getting a jump on the holidays? Great idea!" In a louder voice, Chuck yelled, "Ok, everyone, let's see you off early for a Christmas Eve night! Enjoy yourselves!" The office exploded into hoots and laughter, with a small smattering of applause. The office suddenly seemed to come alive, with people quickly gathering their things and putting on coats. Grinning widely, Chuck turned to Dayna, "Can I have a moment of your time, Dayna?" With a sinking feeling she didn't betray by faltering her perfect smile, Dayna nodded and stepped in his door. Chuck closed it quickly behind her. "Any plans this Christmas, Dayna?" He took a step closer to her and she backed against the desk in the center of the room. Inwardly, Dayna felt the familiar discomfort she experienced every time she was alone with Chuck, he just made her feel small and there was this nagging fear at the back of her mind. Willing her voice to be calm, she answered, "My dad's coming for Christmas. I haven't seen him since my brother's wedding this past summer, so I'm pretty excited. That's why I was sneaking out, in fact, I have some prep left to do at home, and I really want to make the house special for him. " "Right. His name is Brian, right? Yeah, I remember him from your open house when you first bought your place." Dayna nodded noncommittally. Chuck had crashed the party he'd overheard her speak about to a coworker, and had drunk too much. Her Daddy had nearly thrown him out of the house when Chuck had groped the teenage daughter of one of her neighbors who had swung by to say hello. "I see, Dayna. Can I ask why you didn't come to the office Christmas party last night? I looked for you, and didn't see you there. I like my employees to participate in social functions the company sets up for them, and I'm wondering what you had found to do that was more important." Chuck took a step towards her, and was now well within her personal space. Taking a deep and steadying breath, Dayna began, "Well, I've been working quite a lot, I just wanted an evening home to simply rest. I'm sorry; I just couldn't take another party with all that's been on my plate." Dayna cut short her explanation as Chuck ran his finger down the outside of her arm. She vainly tried to hear any other sounds from the office, but her co-workers had exited in record time with permission to leave early on Christmas Eve. "Um, Chuck, I'm sorry, but..." "I'm interested to know what you were doing at home, Dayna. Lights off, or on? Wine? A mirror?" Chuck's voice had taken on a decidedly forceful tone. "I know you're too sexually charged a girl for you to go even one day without touching yourself." Dayna's mouth dropped open in shock. Chuck pressed forward, his face now intimately close, lowering his voice to as husky growl he continued. "Without fucking yourself, Dayna. Well, why don't you tell me? I'll understand. In fact, I was thinking. Considering that you have all this sexual repression just aching to get out of you, and I have on my hands an employee that isn't performing up to standards, perhaps we could work something out." Chuck reached up with one hand and firmly grasped Dayna's face, pressing his lips against her as he pressed his body hard against her own, driving her to lean backwards over the desk as she fought to free her hands and push him back. Her voice rose in a scream that his crushing mouth absorbed, as he pressed his right knee between her legs, forcing them apart. Then reaching up her skirt with his free hand he pinched her inner thigh hard. Searing pain was scorching her body- ground at the unnatural angle it was over the desk, and the raw burn on her thigh began to spread from his brutal grasp. Pulling his face away from hers, he lowered his hand from her jaw to her throat and squeezed firmly, keeping her still bending back over the desk. Chuck's eyes were dark and fierce, and his erection pressing against her body made her nauseas. He was shaking with excitement, and his fixed crush against her body mixed with the vibrations of his nerves was a rush he was feeding off of. "You're so fucking hot for me, Dayna. Don't even try to deny it! I've seen how you squirm when you're near me. I have seen it in your eyes, every time you look at me. You've been begging me to fuck you." "No!" Dayna screamed, finding her voice at last, fighting the tears streaming down her face. With a quick movement, Chuck pulled his hand out from under her skirt and slapped her hard across the face. Reeling, Dayna sobbed quietly. "You're a whore, and you like it a little rough, I can tell. You talk like that again, and I'm going to stop playing nice." His ragged breathing was permeating her mind with the stench of his breath, and he ran a finger over her bruised lips. "Now be a good girl." He said, keeping one hand on her neck with that steady squeeze. He moved his other to her breasts and in a hard movement, ripped open the front of her blouse. He pulled down the front of her bra, so that her breasts popped out of the top of it. With cruel fingers he crushed her left breast in his palm, fingers digging in, until she let out a cry of pain. Smiling, he let go. "I'm going to hear you scream again and again before tonight is over, you little whore. Make all the noise you want, it turns me on." Reaching down he unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock before once again reaching under her skirt. Pulling down her panties, he pushed them down to her knees, and then let them slide down to her ankles. Forcing his knee between her legs again, he grabbed his cock, intending to force it in her while watching her face as he thrust inside. Seeing her eyes widen in surprise he paused for a moment, because Dayna's gaze wasn't fixated on him. He caught a movement behind him as he turned to follow her line of sight, and then saw a shower of lights explode in his vision a split second before dropping to the carpet in front of his desk, his head cracked open by the blow. Chuck's body slumped awkwardly, with his cock still in hand, at Dayna's feet. Shaking, Dayna struggled to stand up straight, and found her legs would simply not work. A swift step, and the softest touch later, she was supported in comforting arms, and she heard a voice say, "Its ok, sweetie. I'm here. I'm here." A low groan escaped her throat before she was overwhelmed by the dizzy sense of safety. "Daddy." She cried softly, before sinking in his arms, and blackness saved her from consciousness. Stirring beneath the warmth of the soft blanket, Dayna opened her eyes, and watched the fire as it crackled in the hearth of her living room fireplace. Swallowing gingerly, she moaned when her throat ached from the simple movement. Placing her hands against it, she felt the tenderness where Chuck had bruised and scraped her skin with his coarse fingers and painful grip. With startling clarity, she recalled those last moments before her Daddy had miraculously saved her and brought her home. Without realizing it, tears began to stream down her face, and moments later, Dayna was surprised to feel the wetness on her skin. "Sweetie? You ready for that tea?" Her Daddy was standing in the doorway that led from the kitchen holding a big mug that steamed in the dim light reflecting from the twinkling Christmas tree opposite the fireplace. Dayna nodded, not trusting herself to speak. He crossed over to her and knelt by the couch where Dayna had been resting since he had quietly and gently led her into the house. Handing her the mug, he reached up and brushed stray hair from her wet cheeks. He leaned in, and with gentle and purposeful movements, kissed away the tears from her eyes, from her cheeks, and then ended as he always had, with the loving kiss of a Daddy to his little girl, in the center of her forehead. "Baby girl, I'm so sorry. I need to know, would you like me to call anyone? One of your girlfriends? Should I take you to the hospital? The police said you would need to go, but not immediately, unless you wanted to. They were able to document your injuries before you woke up." Seeing the confusion in his darling daughter's eyes, he explained. "I called them from my cell phone. I explained what had happened, and requested they send an ambulance to pick up that bastard in his office. He was still unconscious when we left, but breathing steadily, so I'm certain he'll live. Though, I wouldn't regret it a moment if he did not." Brian, remembering the sight of his little girl in the hands of that man, cringed at the thought that he had almost decided against surprising her at work instead of meeting at her house as arranged. Remembering once again the feel of that office room closing in on her in her terror, Dayna began to cry once more, struggling to breathe as her throat seemed to close once more within Chuck's crushing grasp. "Baby, Sweetheart, I'm here." Her Daddy once more held her face tenderly in his hands. "Daddy, please." Dayna didn't even know what she wanted. She just needed safety and knew her Daddy was it. "Help." She whimpered, not sure what she meant, but knowing he would know what to do. Her Daddy always did. Standing up, he gently shifted her body to one side of the couch then sat down beside her before encircling her in his strong and loving arms. With a sigh full of knowing she was safe, she rested her head against his chest, and listened to his heart beat and the fire crackle until exhaustion and emotion brought on a deep sleep. Hearing her breathing begin to slow, and sensing her deepening slumber, Brian watched the tension on his lovely daughter's bruised and troubled face begin to lessen. Within him, he was torn between a fierce need to soothe her and reassure her, and conversely drive back to find and kill the man he'd left bleeding on the floor. Swallowing hard, he forced himself to focus on the task at hand. His baby girl needed him with her, time enough for vengeance another day. For her, he was needed where he was, and that's where he'd stay. Letting his eyes stray from her face, he noted the blood on her shirt and chest, certain that it wasn't her own. He'd checked her for injuries while she was still unconscious in the office, then again with the police officers that had arrived shortly after he'd called them. The idea of that pig's blood on his daughter set him seething, and gently he rose; laying her head delicately down on the couch once more, and covering her quietly with the edge of the blanket. Leaving the room he traveled upstairs to the master bath, noting the sweet and pleasant style with which his little girl had decorated her home. He knew the tub in her bathroom was the largest, and after opening a couple of cupboards inside the room, he quickly found some soap, some towels and a large plush robe. Starting the water flowing, he added some of the bubble bath he saw on the edge of the tub. As it mixed with the swirling rush of water, he caught the scent of his daughter, and the simplicity of his sorrow and his fears came rushing in on him. He sat on the edge of the tub with his head in his hands until he could control himself. The fiercest sense of love, and longing to keep her safe, flooded through him once again as he turned off the tap, checked the temperature of the water, and headed down stairs. "Baby girl?" He spoke gently as he removed the blanket from around her. As Dayna started at his touch, Brian quickly calmed her, "Sweetheart, I've run a bath for you; we need to get you cleaned up and into bed. Come on, I'll help you." As Dayna struggled to sit up with Brian's support, her ruined shirt lay open and torn upon her chest. With a grimace, Brian noted the deep purple bruises around her breasts, and the abrasions upon her neck and face. Summoning once again his self-control, he turned his attention to gently helping his darling daughter to her room, and into the bath. At the top of the stairs, which Dayna had ascended with an aching slowness, she leaned heavily on his arm. "Daddy, I can't. Everything hurts." She sighed. Without pause, Brian lifted her carefully into his arms and carried her into the bathroom. Sitting her on the edge of the tub, he noted that she was half asleep still, and knew she was thoroughly exhausted. "Sweetheart, let's get you in the tub." He said gently, hoping to awaken her enough that she could safely get in and out of the bath without danger of further injury. "I'll wait out here." He said as he took a step towards her bedroom door. "Daddy, no!" the uncertainty and fear he heard brought Brian back. "Please, please stay, Daddy. Please." Dayna pleaded still with her eyes only half open. The desperation in her voice made up his mind. "Ok, ok. I'll stay here with you, sweetie. I'm not going anywhere." Brian lifted one of her hands. "Ok, let's get you in there; lift your arm, honey. Slowly is fine, I'll help you." With careful movements and her attempts at cooperation, Dayna was finally relieved of her bloody skirt, her shoes, and her torn shirt. In her bra and underwear, she teetered on the edge of the bath tub, too weak and sore to continue. "Daddy, help me." She said softly. Slowly Brian steadied her, then reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Gingerly easing it off her shoulders and down her arms, he saw the bruises and scrapes from her encounter on her chest. Carefully averting his eyes, he slid his hands down her waist, and hooked his fingers into the elastic of her underwear, noting how slick and thin it felt, and surprising himself by finding it a beautiful sensory. Touching this intimate fabric of his daughter's, helping her slip it down her toned and smooth legs was wildly and surprisingly erotic to him. Blinking, he tried to fend off the knowledge of her sexual beauty, and concentrate on the simple act of helping. When he lifted one leg an inch to slip the cloth from around her foot, Dayna moaned, and he quickly steadied himself, and looked at her face. Her eyes were open, and once again, light tears dusted the edges of her thick and full lashes. "I'll help you stand up, sweetheart," he voiced carefully, keeping the rising awareness of her nakedness and sensuality out of his voice. "Here, just lean on me." As Dayna stood up, she caught her reflection in the mirror and gasped out a sob. "Daddy! Oh, my God! Look at me! I'm awful," she raised one hand and outlined the bruise on her breast, then the other. The simple act of watching his beautiful daughter lightly brushing her hand across her own breasts made Brian's legs go weak. "No, Honey." He choked out, this time making no effort to mask his emotion. "You're beautiful." He gathered her into his arms and softly turned her face from the mirror to look into his eyes. "Beautiful." he murmured. Kissing away her tears once more, he helped her turn, and face the bath. Then as she tried to lift her leg over the edge, she hissed in pain and he felt her begin to shake again. "Ok, Dayna, come on honey, I think you need to get in. You need to get clean and warm. Let's try again." "I can't get in, Daddy. Oh, I can't. I'm so sorry." Dayna cried. "I can't stop crying, and I can't do anything, and I so wanted this to be a wonderful time with you, and everything is ruined." She clung to him, and on impulse, Brian lowered his head and kissed her lips, gently silencing her. "My beautiful, perfect little angel." He said softly. "You're wrong. I'm here with you, and you're safe. Do you think I care at all about how much you cry? You're hurt! Please, let me help you. I want to help you. There is nowhere I would rather be, no one I'd rather be with than here with you." Having poured every resonant emotion of love into his words and tone, Brian saw the effect they had on his daughter. Once more, she stopped her crying and sighed, leaning into him and swaying slightly in his arms as he held her up. Quietly she pulled back her head and made an effort once again to lift a leg over the edge of the tub. Watching the pain etched on her face, Brian simply picked her up, and then stepped into the tub with her in his arms. At once, a slight and quiet smile crept on Dayna's face. "Oh, Daddy! You're wet! Your clothes!" He smiled broadly at her, and carefully lowered her into the tub, balancing her weight against him, until once settled, her back nestled against his chest. Waiting as she shifted carefully in the water until she was comfortable, Brain was acutely aware of the length of her body resting on his. He wanted to make her pain go away so badly, and felt so helpless to soothe her. After a moment, he recognized her breathing deepen once again, and knew she'd fallen asleep. Brian realized that it wouldn't take long before the warm water grew cold, and concerned that she may still be experiencing symptoms of shock; he wanted her clean and in bed as quickly as possible. Considering his options, he decided to talk quietly to her, and clean her himself, as quickly as possible. Reaching for a small facial cloth and soap on the edge of the tub, he quietly worked a lather over her arms. "Dayna, sweetie, I'm going to wash your arms, ok?" Quietly again, he lathered the cloth over her shoulders, ever so gently. Then every now and again, just squeezing out the water in the cloth so that it ran down his daughter's skin, soothing the injured area, and cleaning it without the painful friction of running the cloth over it. "Dayna, I'm going to get this blood off your chest. I'll be careful, honey, I know it hurts." Slowly and with great care, Brian reached around to the front of his daughter and lightly pressed the cloth against her chest. As he wiped, he felt Dayna relaxing even further, her entire body now limp and releasing tension as it lay against him. "Oh, Daddy," Dayna murmured, "That feels good." Hearing her speak with such contentment when Brian was desperate to ease her pain, it made his heart swell that it seemed to be working. Realizing the cloth had blood on it now, he lightly tossed it over the other end of the tub. He'd take it down to the garbage later. He soaped up his hands, intending to rinse them, and then get Dayna off to bed. As he lathered, he heard her sleepy voice say, "More, Daddy. Please? It's making me feel so much better." Hesitating for a moment, realizing the cloth was too far out of reach, then all at once finding himself so aware of his desire to touch and bring pleasure to his beautiful daughter, that he gave himself over to his love for her, and slowly began sliding his soapy hands across her breasts. Carefully keeping his touch as light as possible, he cupped them gently, and then circled one breast then the other with sure and smooth fingers. "Like that, Dayna?" he asked, astounded not only at his desire to touch his daughter, but her apparent desire for the same. "Yes, please, Daddy" she said, again in her half asleep voice. Her voice dropping an octave as he gently ran his hands underneath her breasts, a low, "mmm..." coming from deep inside her throat. Looking down over her shoulder in front of him, Brian once again viewing the full breasts of his daughter, Brian felt himself respond in surprise. His mix of revulsion at himself for his desire, and then the full strength of his own lust was staggering to him. Dayna's Daddy Ch. 01 "Dayna. You're beautiful, beautiful...."He whispered in her ear, and kept repeating it, as he gently drew his hands around her breasts cupping them tenderly, lightly avoiding touching her bruises. She began to breathe more deeply and rhythmically as he continued massaging each breast. Unsure if she was simply responding to his touch, or was falling asleep, Brian continued his deliberate and restrained exploration of each soft and responsive breast. He leaned back in the tub and closed his eyes, gently running the tips of his fingers over Dayna's nipples, marveling at how much he was treasuring touching her so intimately. With her eyes closed, Dayna shifted in the bath slightly, and then resumed her rest. Her new position allowed Brian to see the line of her torso and legs within the now only mildly sudsy water. With a start, he felt the erection he'd been sporting for some minutes now, grow to a substantial size, throbbing into the small of Dayna's back. Trying once again to understand the confliction of emotions this was creating in him, he tried to shift his body away, not wanting to embarrass or confuse Dayna further. Massaging her was one thing, but pressing his pulsing cock into her back was something further across that unspoken line than he imagined his daughter would understand. He realized with dismay that there was really no where for him to move to, without his cock dragging across Dayna in a manner that would surely wake her up. Resigned to having to get out of the tub, and handle the situation, he slightly nudged his daughter and turned her upper body towards him, hoping to propel her slumbering state into enough awareness that she could get out of the tub. Astounded, he felt her slide her hand down and gently stroke his hardened cock through his wet clothing. He froze, his mind a whirl of rampant lust and ecstasy. Beneath the rush of sexual desire his guilt and confusion continued to simmer as her small hand worked slowly and purposefully down to the base of his penis and gently brushed his balls and inner thighs before sliding up the shaft to the tip once more. Finally, his good sense prevailing he spoke her name with all the restraint and firmness he could muster, "Dayna." Murmuring, she turned her head, still half asleep. "Dayna." This time she opened her eyes and looked at him, he hand moving of its own accord back to her stomach. "My sweet, you need to get to bed. Let's get you out now." His daughter nodded her head with her eyes closed and once again murmured an acknowledgement. He leaned her body against the side of the tub and got himself up. Then he wrapped one arm around his naked daughter's body and helped her up. He assisted her once more in navigating the edge of the tub, each moan of her pain like a knife through his belly accentuating his already rising guilt over what had just happened. The guilt did nothing to diminish his growing adoration of his daughter's perfect breasts, still beautiful under their bruising. His sense of propriety didn't stop him from a languorous and deliberate exploration of the remainder of her body once he led her to her bed and began to dry her with the towel he brought in. He had covered her with the robe, to prevent her from getting cold, and telling himself, he was only interested in getting her dry, he had begun at her feet, drying them carefully and gently. Slowly he began to rub the towel up her leg, noting her calf, and feeling himself stir as he began to brush his hand along her skin as he dried her with the towel. Not trusting himself with her upper legs yet, he turned to her arms and hands, gingerly drying where bruising and scratching had covered her upper arms. Figuring the robe mostly dried the covered portions of her body, he reached under her and lifted her up, pulling down the bed covers with a swift motion beneath her. As he gently removed the robe before covering her, he allowed his lust one full and longing look at his daughter's sleeping body. The moonlight coming in the window was just enough for him to see the slight round to her stomach, the curve of her waist, and the budding tips of her nipples, erect in the cool air. She stirred slightly, and he gently lowered the covers over her. Turning, he began to leave the room. "Daddy?" Dayna's voice was barely a whisper. "Yes, sweetheart?" Brian responded, his voice hoarse and belying his desire. "Stay with me?" she sounded so much like a little girl, and the invitation was so sweet, that Brian nearly groaned. "You want me to stay, Sweetie?" He asked, unsure if his mind simply desired the invitation so much that his imagination had fabricated what he'd wanted to hear. "Please, Daddy." His little girl whispered, her need for his closeness bringing him back to her side. Pulling the covers up beside her, he realized that his clothes were still damp from the tub. Hesitating, he wondered if she'd be too distressed by his leaving the room to go and change. "Just take them off, Daddy." Dayna said, sensing his predicament. "I'm a big girl; I've seen it all before." Her persuasion, mixed with the casual statement leading Brian to wonder about the men that had been in his daughter's life, renewed the surge of lust and desire that had begun in the tub earlier. As he began to shed his clothing and lay it on the nearby chair to dry, he contemplated the consequences of the evening so far, and where things would go if the current course continued. His rise of jealousy at the statement his daughter had made regarding having "seen it all before" rang warning bells in his mind. He was already possessive of her, having always regarded the boys she brought home as inferior and undeserving of her attentions. She'd always been his little girl, ready and willing to ply him with adoration and affection, and that special bond between them had not weakened with time. He had always assumed that as she grew, her view of him as "Daddy" would lessen. He had always been pleased that it had not. Now, as he shed his clothes, preparing to lie naked beside his beautiful daughter, possessing her body was foremost in his mind. However, he was unwilling to hurt her in any way, and after what she'd been through, had her apparent sexual reciprocation in the tub simply been a reaction to the trauma that she'd felt earlier? As Brian slipped under the covers, and Dayna reached a sleepy hand towards him he let his conflicting concerns evaporate in the soft and warm receiving arms of his baby girl. He slipped an arm behind her head, and she molded into his shape on the bed, her beautiful breasts naked, now pressed against his chest in perfect childlike trust. He used his free hand to gently caress her back, running his hand up the length of her smooth skin to her neck, then back down to the curve of her lower back. As time passed, and she began to sleep more deeply, Brian felt his control begin to slip. Each successive sweep of his hand molded her body closer to him in a rhythmic rocking. His hand began to sweep lower, ending each time with a gentle and firm caress to her buttocks. When suddenly, Dayna moaned in her sleep and pressed her hips firmly against his, Brian's heart began to race. Was she enjoying his touch, even in her sleep? Brian waited a moment, and then resumed his rhythmic caress. After a few more minutes, he slowly allowed her body to relax into position on her back. His movements, and their body heat had made the bedding uncomfortably warm, and he slowly lowered the blankets until Dayna's body down to her thighs were exposed. Starting his caresses again, Brian gently rubbed the outside of her arms, and then moved to her shoulders. Dayna's nipples were once again erect in the night air, and it was all he could do to keep himself from lowering his mouth to them and suckle with desire. Shifting in her sleep, Dayna nestled into him, and he waited a few moments to allow her to fall back into a deeper slumber. He was rewarded. Making herself more comfortable, Dayna rolled a little further, and came to rest on her back once more, leaving Brian with an unencumbered view of her beautiful breasts, her lean body, and the full erotic view of her mound before the luscious view of his sexy daughter ended below her thighs into the blankets. Gazing at his little girl, he reveled in his guilty pleasure. His cock began to harden once more as he watched her softly breathe, languid and uncaring in her nakedness as she slept. Beginning his light touch on her arms again he was rewarded with a slight mewing sound from Dayna's sleeping mouth, and this unconscious display of pleasure at his touch wrapped him in joyous warmth. "Ah, Dayna, Baby." He moaned softly. The lure of her soft and sweet breasts began to pull him in as slowly he drew his hands up and down her arms, moving over her shoulders, lightly caressing her neck. In a gentle and flowing slide, he drew his fingers down to sweep her firm and rounded globes. With all the self restraint he could muster as an overwhelming flood of lust surged through him, Brian gently began to stroke the rim and outline of their pretty curves. Marveling at the smooth and giving texture of her breasts, he was desperately careful that his ministrations not disturb his daughter's sleep. His feeling of guilt had been all but washed away in the rush of desire, but touching her this way, as she lay vulnerable and surrendered to slumber before him was so erotic, so sensual, that he wanted to savor it in all its glorious sensation. The feel of his daughter's breasts in his hands had aroused him more than he had been in years, and Brian's cock was rock hard and aching for sensation. Slowly, he pressed in into her side, at once gasping aloud in pleasure as he felt his hard tip depressing the flesh on her thigh. Pulling back, he once again pushed forward , firmly enough this time that a soft moan escaped his lips when his shaft shifted with the pressure and slid under her thigh, tight between her body and the firm mattress beneath. Her muscled leg was firm and yet soft in its femininity, and his pleasure was heightened by the satin sheets his daughter had on her bed. How many of these other men had lain on these sheets with his daughter before him? Wanton lust mixed with possessive desire, and Brian threw caution to the wind. He wanted her to feel passion that had no limits, love and bliss, and there was no way she had known that before. These boys she'd introduced him to before, they were selfish inexperienced youth, incapable of understanding love as the perfect sensual art it could be. He knew that whatever she might have known before, his devotion to her gave him the ability to pleasure her in a way no one else ever could have. In that moment, Brian made up his mind. He would love his little girl, show her the heights of pleasure that only a man who desired her as passionately as he did right now would be able to provide her. No guilt, no hesitation, only pure desire for his daughter and their love propelled him now. Lowering his head, as his entire body vibrated with anticipation, he breathed in the scent of her skin. His mouth touched her breast and one firm and inviting nipple was gently encircled by his tongue. His daughter's breast quickly swelled to meet the warmth of his mouth's embrace, and once again employing his fatherly restraint, he began gently, in loving caress, to suckle on her breast. Brian was amazed! No sooner than he began to suck on his daughter's tits, she began to mew once more in her sleep. Her pouty lips would murmur soft sweet sounds of pleasure with every suck. Brian paused, was she waking? No, he could tell she was still asleep. Moments, then minutes pasted as he gently kneaded and sucked her tits, careful to avoid the bruised areas surrounding her areolas. Every so often he would slow down or stop when her response to him began to grow louder, and he was concerned she'd awaken herself with her moans of pleasure. She would still her unconscious response as soon as he would pause, and he would wait until her breathing would deepen once more. However, the moment he lowered his mouth to take up her breast in his hot mouth once again, she would respond. Her breasts were amazingly sensitive. Both nipples were completely erect, surrounded by pillowing flesh that drew in his desire to caress, to enjoy, and taste her. Reveling in her soft skin and sensitive breasts, Brian repeated his start and then pause technique for a very long time. Finally his arousal overtook him, and with a searing bliss, he came between his daughter's thigh and the sheets beneath. Feeling at once a sense of joy and release, he carefully extricated himself, and then wrapped his baby girl in his arms. It was time for some sleep. Dayna didn't know it yet, but she was going to need her REM to be completely ready for tomorrow and what he had planned. Brian on the same note was not going to short change his daughter in anyway. When the sun rose tomorrow, he would be refreshed and ready to love his daughter magnificently. Her soft breath on his chest, and her scent in the air, he laid back to sleep. A man much at peace with the day to come. Falling quickly to sleep, Brian began to breathe more deeply, his daughter's scent still stimulating his mind; his sexual awareness heightened even as he dreamed. Often, in his life, his dreams had been vivid, full of fantasy and imagery he would revel in blissfully until awaking. Tonight was particularly stimulating, and pictures of Dayna intermingled with past lovers. Dayna's mother, his first girlfriend, his female teachers in school and his best friend's sister all had prominent and spectacular roles. Multiple times in the night, Brian awakened with a full- fledged erection, his cock full and tight in spite of having been relieved earlier in the evening. The third time he awoke, he was still groggy, and turned on his side to face the open window, letting the cool air wash over his heated body, attempting to soothe his insatiable lust. In the light glow of moonlight, he was startled to see the figure of a woman outlined in the light coming through the window. As his sleep laden eyes cleared, he was confused and comforted to see his mother standing there. Brian was momentarily thrown as he realized his predicament, his mother was standing in the room where he had moments before lay caressing his sexy daughter while demonstrating his lust through an enormous erection. An erection that now caught his mother's eye as her form shifted and the light from the night sky fell directly upon him. Brian's mind was charging through several thoughts at once, overwhelmed by the magnitude of his shock, his guilt, his fear, and wondering at her reaction to what she was seeing. His own loving and dear mother, standing here, seeing him as he truly was. A man racked with desire over his own daughter. Would she turn from him in disgust, revolted at his lack of restraint? The terror in his heart gripped him as he wondered what would happen to his relationship with his mother now... would she judge him? How severely? What about her fierce pride in him, surely now, she would be ashamed. Just as Brian's mind began to whirl off into the devastating effect this would have on him, and his emotions raged, he felt, more than saw his mother come close to him. Her hand lifted, her eyes gazing into his face, she saw his fear and confusion and she spoke softly. "Ah, my baby, my loving boy. All I have ever wanted for you was your happiness. If this is what you want," she gestured at Dayna, "then I want it for you." Her hand loving stroked Brian's hair as he sat up fully on the edge of the bed. His whisper was barely audible, and he vainly tried to cover his throbbing erection with his hand. "Mom, I... I didn't mean.... I just, well, I love her. .." he finished lamely, finding nothing but the truth available as an explanation. To his surprise, his mother nodded, taking his face in her hands. "I understand, my love, I do. When you love another more deeply than anyone else in the world, before or after, it's natural to want more of them." His mother slid down to her knees, now looking up at him, and letting her hands caress his face. Thinking more clearly, now that his full relief over the anxiety of his mother rejecting him over his love of his daughter, he asked, "Mom, how is it that you are here?" thinking back over his dreams of the night so far he ventured, "Am I still dreaming." His mother laughed lightly, "No, darling. Dayna invited me to come over tomorrow, and I thought I'd come a little early, she's not usually asleep, and some nights since your father passed, I just can't sleep. Couldn't think of a better way to pass the time than to drive up here and see her earlier than I'd planned. She always leaves her extra key in the tray under the third flower pot by the door for me. I'm surprised you didn't hear me arrive, I nearly tripped over all the towels and clothing scattered in the hallway on my way to the guest bedroom. When I looked in to check on her, I saw the two of you. I hope you don't mind, but I came in to reminisce and have a moment of joy at the love you have for each other." His mother's final comment gave Brian something to consider. "What do you mean, Mom, reminisce?" Brian asked. Acutely aware that his mother's soft caressing hands were beginning to send shivers down his spine as she lightly kneaded his arms. Her voice dropping and her eyes rising to meet his own she said, "Reminiscing of you, my son." Brian tilted his head in puzzlement, and she continued. "Ever since your father died, no. It was before that," she shook her head," long before." Sighing she continued. "Ever since you were a young man, I had the same deepness to my love you have for Dayna." I would often find my way into your room at night, watching you sleep, sometimes seeing the frustration on your face as you touched yourself while you were dreaming, and I longed to have more of you. In the same way you've longed for Dayna." Surprised, Brian responded, "You never said anything! I never even knew!" "And if I had, son? What then? I thought you'd hate me, fear me, and I wouldn't do that to you. I love you, Brian, my darling. More than anyone in the world, and your happiness has always been most important." Pausing, his mother shifted, and he felt her breasts as the pressed gently in his leg. "Brian, are you saying you wish I had told you?" Her hands moved slowly down Brian's forearms, then across the top of his legs. "Tell me, Brian, do you want me to tell you now? Do you want me to love you now?" "Mom..."he whispered out as she gently but firmly pressed her hands against his chest and pressed him back onto the bed. "Let me, Brian" She breathed out huskily,"Let me show you, please!" She said, her lust sounding through her voice, and renewing the surge of lust in Brian. His cock ached, and he realized that he DID want her to love him. He wanted his mother's sexual love as much as Dayna's. No sooner than he fully realized his desire than he felt her soft lips against the tip of his throbbing cock, her hands sliding from his chest to grasp his shaft and cup his balls. His mother's moan of pleasure sent a rush of warm rapture through his body a split second before he felt her hot mouth open and take him in. Brian entwined his fingers in his mother's silky and luxurious hair, sending another shiver of lust through him as he felt himself touch his mother with this intimate gesture he had never done before. His own groan was unchecked as he felt his body respond to his mother's mouth upon his cock. She moaned again, nearly a cry of bliss, as she slowly slid her mouth down his shaft, filling her mouth with her son's beautiful cock, relaxing against the swell of his desire as it pushed against the back of her throat and she buried her face against his stomach. Dayna's Daddy Ch. 01 Brian felt the velvet clutch of her throat and reveled in the spectacular sensation of his mother's mouth enveloping his member, sucking and pulling at his tip with her throat and tongue. Pulling her head back up, she said her fingers up and down his swollen member while still licking the rim of his tip with her hungry tongue. Over and over she sucked him as she slid up his shaft, then down again, flicking her tongue, then using it to massage his length and tip before surrendering her throat to his cock. While he was deep inside her throat, she would swallow, suctioning his pleasure to a frenzy as her hot mouth and throat took him to heights of sexual desire he'd never experienced before. Brian's cock was rock hard and throbbing from her touch and ministrations, his balls began to quiver along with his legs as every nerve in his body responded to her unabashed desire for him. He began to thrust his cock into her mouth, holding his mother's head as he fucked her mouth. Lust raged through him as he watched her lips take his cock in and spread to accomodate his girth. His mother moaned as he impaled her throat, holding her head pinioned on his shaft as he throbbed within her. As he felt his orgasm begin to rush through his groin, Brian relaxed his hands and laid his head back. His mother lifted her head and she locked her eyes with his. With the wet of his precum mixed with her own hot saliva slick against her lips, she breathed, "Brian, baby, cum for Mommy." Brian's balls clenched and a furious orgasm born of the pure lust and rampant desire for his mother flooded Brian's cock. Swiftly, as his mother slid her lips over his shaft once more taking him deep into her throat, he came a full load of cum into his own mother's mouth. She drank him up, and then she continued sucking, massaging his throbbing balls with her loving fingers until the last drop was gone. With the last swallow of her son's delicious semen, she finally pulled his cock with reverence from her throat, gently supporting it with her tongue as it slipped slowly from her red lips. His hands wrapped still in his mother's luxurious hair, Brian felt the most delicious relief as he began to drift off to sleep. "I love you, mom." He murmured. "Oh, baby, I love you too." Came his mother's response. Brian relaxed into his deeper slumber, anticipating the day to come. Knowing that fucking his mother's mouth was the best cum he'd ever had, and Brian knew that fucking his daughter was bound to be even better. He smiled. Yes. It would be. ... to be continued.