12 comments/ 183703 views/ 57 favorites Going Out With Daddy Ch. 01 By: columfa Authors's note: Hello again everybody! I have a brand new story for you in six parts. Don't worry, I'm pretty sure there will be a sequel as well. I apologize for the length of time between stories, but I like to have everything completed before starting to publish! "I still don't understand why you set this up, Carol." Tim Forrest looked through his closet, trying to pick out something to wear for his evening out. With his daughter. Christ. What was his wife thinking? He sighed heavily. "I mean, it's not like I've got anything in common with her, you know. I don't understand half of the things she says in any given conversation. Face Book? IM?" Carol Forrest watched her husband from the back. She knew perfectly well why she had set up the father-daughter time, but it wouldn't do to let Tim know about that yet. All in due time. He was really a strikingly handsome man, her husband. And what was even better, he was somehow unaware of it. The best combination. At thirty-eight, his physique was in outstanding shape. His bare shoulders were broad, the muscles of his back well-defined. He had a full head of light brown hair. There was no evidence of any balding there. And his ass... "That's exactly the point, isn't it, Tim? You've let your relationship with your only daughter slide. And if you don't make an effort, you won't have a chance to build it back up again. No, not that shirt." Tim looked at the shirt he had selected, and rolled his eyes. God, you'd think she was sending him on a date, for crying out loud. He found another shirt and held it up for Carol's approval. She nodded, and he started to pull it on. His wife was still a beautiful woman, he thought, as he got dressed. She was fifteen years older than him, but had maintained her figure well. He recalled how he had met her, nineteen years before. She was fresh out of an early marriage, with a son, Donnie, who had been only four at the time. She had been stunning, her long copper hair in curvy waves down her slim body. He had been catering an event, his first solo affair. It was an upscale thing, with many of the most powerful people in the town present. Carol was there too, the new divorcee, a figure-hugging black dress showing off all her assets. And a sparkly diamond necklace that swooped into the valley between her lush breasts. What had drawn this confident, mature woman to him, nineteen years old, self-made, not even college educated? But somehow, they had clicked. He had never imagined that he would marry someone so much older than himself. Within a year, they had a new little girl, Marie. With her connections, his catering business flourished. They had all they needed: a fine house, the best clothes, sharp cars. Well, almost everything. He had wanted another child, but Carol had not wanted to get pregnant again. Now, of course, it was too late. Meanwhile, Donnie (now Don) had grown up, gone to college, and moved to a nearby town. And Marie... Well, she was a typical eighteen-year old, he supposed. It was astonishing that a girl of that age could seem so alien to him. Hadn't he been a teenager, not so long ago? "Well, I'll try, Carol," he sighed. "Heaven knows I don't want to be a stranger to my daughter either." "That's the spirit," his wife smiled. "I'll just go check on Marie and see how she's getting along." She stepped out of the room, and knocked on the door to their daughter's room. ***** Marie1990: going out with mi dad tonite Valygrl18: weird? Marie1990: nah just a thing to make mi mom happy Valygrl18: too bad Marie1990: yeah, i wuz lookin forward to doing something tonite Valygrl18: always another nite when ur young rite? Marie1990: lol totally Valygrl18: getting any lately? Marie1990: naughty grl Valygrl18: thats me all the time Marie1990: not much but my own fingers Valygrl18: always the ol standby Marie1990: u? Valygrl18: sure, todd Marie1990: omg no way Marie1990: what u do with him? Valygrl18: the usual u no go down on him Valygrl18: we dont go all the way Marie1990: oops gotta go my momz at the door Valygrl18: bye enjoy the old man Valygrl18: never no u mite get lucky with him Marie1990: gross Marie1990: bye ***** "Come in," came the girl's voice. The room was neat as always, the bed made, no clothes on the floor. As usual, Carol's heart swelled with pride at the maturity her daughter had developed. It was one of the reasons she had made this decision. "Oh, Marie! Is that what you're going to wear tonight?" Marie Forrest looked down at herself. It was a typical outfit for her, a nice pair of jeans and a v-necked tee-shirt. She liked the way the jeans fit, and the shirt was very comfortable. She would wear a nice pair of boots with the pants, and look like the hip teen she felt like she was. "What's wrong with it?" "Sweetie, you're going to a nice restaurant." Her mother shook her head, consternation on her face. "You can't wear jeans and a tee-shirt to a nice place. Why don't you wear a nice dress?" "But I'm just going out with Daddy," Marie protested. She didn't see the point in getting all decked out just for a dinner with her father. "Honestly, Marie. It doesn't matter who you're going out with. It's not often you get to go to a really upscale restaurant. You'll see. These things only happen once in a while." Marie rolled her eyes, and sighed theatrically. But the idea of getting dressed up actually appealed to her. It was true that she rarely had the opportunity to make herself look really good, and now her mother was giving her the go-ahead. "All right, all right, Mom," she said, smiling good-naturedly. "If you really think I should, I can wear something nice." "Let's see what you've got," Carol replied, an excited tinge to her voice. Together the two looked through the dresses hanging in the teenager's closet. They pulled out a few and rejected them for one reason or another. "Good lord, Marie," her mother said, exasperated. "We really need to go shopping for you. Look at the state of these things." "Really, Mom? I'd love to go shopping together." This was a change. For several years now, Marie had bought her clothes on her own, rejecting her mother's input. Carol raised an eyebrow at her. "Okay, okay, don't have a conniption," Marie growled. "It's just that, well, you always look so well put together. It would be nice to have your input." "We'll go tomorrow, sweetie. I'm really flattered that you'd ask." She pulled another dress out of the closet. "Here. This one should do for tonight, anyway." It was a simple flowery dress, short-sleeved, with a vee neck with a cross-over bustline. The waistline was cinched with a cord-like sash, and the skirt flared out a little, coming down to just above the knees. It was innocent and sexy at the same time. Just right. "Oh, Mom," Marie sighed. "I love this dress, but I've never gotten to wear it. I just never had the right bra for it." She pulled off her tee shirt and wriggled the dress down over her body. When it settled into place, the inner halves of each bra cup could be seen too easily. "You see?" "Mmmm. What you need is a bra with demi-cups. What size are you?" "34B." "I might have a bra that could work for you, although it's probably a cup size too large. Do you want to try?" Marie nodded enthusiastically. She had wanted to wear this dress for some time, but had never had the guts to try the bras that the top required. But tonight, there was no pressure, no danger. It was just her dad. It would be completely innocent. Carol rushed back to her bedroom. Tim was lying on the bed, his shoes off, reading his book. He looked up as she came in. "What's taking so long, anyway? I thought you made the reservations for 7:30." "It'll be all right if you're a few minutes late, Tim. I just have to find the right bra for Marie to wear." She dug around in her lingerie drawer for a minute or two, and then straightened up with an exclamation of triumph. "Aha! Here it is." She held it up in plain view deliberately. She wanted her husband to see what his girl would be wearing under her dress. Tim stifled a gasp. He remembered that particular piece of lingerie. The front was sheer, with tiny red roses embroidered into the material. The cups held only half of each breast, leaving the entire front bare. It had been some time since he had seen Carol wearing it, but the memory had remained seared in his brain. "And here are the panties which go with it," she smirked, holding up sheer briefs in the same design. Tim quickly diverted his gaze back to his book. But he was shocked to feel a swell of blood rushing to his groin. Still, he put it off to the effects of the memory of his wife wearing the revealing intimates. It couldn't have anything to do with Marie wearing them tonight. Marie, for her part, was delighted when she saw the garments her mother brought to her. She squealed, and jumped up to hug Carol. "Oh my God, Mom, they are so like completely perfect!" "Don't get too excited yet, sweetie," Carol laughed. "Try them on, first. If they don't fit, we'll have to choose a different dress." The eighteen-year old took the bra and panties, then looked expectantly at her mother. Carol stared back. "Uh, Mom? A little privacy, maybe?" "Nonsense, Marie. I would have thought you were past that phase. We're two grown women here. There's nothing you have I haven't seen, you know. And how are you going to tell if they work without an objective eye?" "Okay, I guess," the girl sighed, and turned her back to unsnap her plain cotton bra. Her bare back was so slim, so girlish. It reminded the older woman of herself at that age. Oh, for the physical ease of youth! Marie slipped her arms through the straps of the new bra. She could see at once that it would work with the dress, as the straps were far to the side, outside the curvature of her breasts. Even better, the cups were small enough that they wouldn't show at the neckline. But as she settled her boobs into the bra and hooked it in front, she was astonished at how little the cups actually covered. "I, uh, I think it might be too large," she said, disappointment in her voice. "Let's see, Marie," her mother replied. The girl turned around, blushing a deep red. Carol smiled to herself. Perfect. Her daughter's breasts were just the right size and shape for a bra like this. It acted like a shelf on which the pert mounds could rest, providing excellent support without coverage. Her nipples, hard with the embarrassment and the cool air, pointed slightly upward. The small areoles around them were deep salmon in color. There was no chance they would be seen in the dress. "Oh, no, my dear. That's just the way it should be," she smiled, encouragingly. "Try the dress on now." Marie smiled back, unsure of herself. Once again she shrugged her way into the dress. She adjusted it around her bust, and looked at herself in the mirror. "Oh, wow," she murmured. The girl looking back at her looked terribly sophisticated in the dress. The décolletage revealed the shallow valley between her breasts, the inner curves pushed slightly together by the bra, creating slightly more cleavage than she normally enjoyed. Still... "I'm just not sure, Mom. Should I be wearing an outfit like this to go out with Daddy?" "Are you afraid he'll spend too much time staring at your boobs?" The two women laughed at the thought. "No, don't be silly. It's just for fun, that's all. And if Daddy thinks you're sexy, just think what other guys would think." Carol was definitely enjoying herself. The idea was to plant seeds. Time and careful nurturing would bring them to bloom. "Quick now, get the panties on as well. You still have your make-up and hair to do, and you're already going to be a little late..." Tim paced around the living room. He did not like to be late. It was almost 6:30 now, and it would take at least ten minutes to get to the restaurant. But it was typical of Carol, he knew. She always had to have everything just so, and nothing would persuade her to move any faster. Still, for crying out loud, it was just dinner with his daughter. "All right, Tim, I know you're impatient," he heard his wife say. "But may I present your date for the evening?" He turned around, and froze in shock. It was like his mind was seeing two things at once. On the one hand, the young woman standing before him was obviously Marie, his beloved daughter. She had the same face, the same eyes, the same hair he had seen for years. The instinctive paternal love he always felt for her swelled in his heart. But, on the other hand, she was as attractive a young woman as he had ever seen. Her soft dark brown hair was loose around her pretty face. She had subtle make-up on that emphasized her large blue eyes, her delicate nose, her pouting lips. The dress she was wearing showed a good deal more of her chest than he was used to seeing. In fact, it looked like the inner half of each of her breasts was completely uncovered. He wondered how the dress managed to stay decent. Marie giggled at the sight of her father's face. This was fun! He looked awfully cute himself, dressed up a little more than usual with a blazer over a nice shirt. "Turn around, dear," her mother encouraged. "Show yourself off to your Daddy." Neither father nor daughter caught the quiver of excitement in her voice as she spoke. She knew she would have to be more in control of herself. But she had to allow herself a frisson of anticipation. This was, after all, the perfect start to her plans. The girl did as she was instructed, performing a neat pirouette on her toes. The dress flared up briefly, before she settled back down facing her father. He had caught a glimpse of her lovely legs as she spun, and he wondered if she were wearing the panties that matched the sexy bra Carol had unwittingly (he thought) shown him. Then he berated himself for thinking of his daughter in such a way. She had just dressed up to have a nice night out with him. It was all completely innocent. "Well, then, my date," he said, gallantly extending his arm to the vision of feminine youthful beauty. "Shall we go out for dinner?" "Silly Daddy," Marie said, but her voice had affection in it. "Have a good time, kids," Carol said in a motherly kind of voice. "And don't do anything I wouldn't do!" ***** Marie and her father walked down the path to the driveway. Tim opened the car door for his daughter, and as she sat down, her dress pulled up. Her long shapely legs were once again displayed for him before she rearranged herself. God, he had to keep his eyes under control here. He closed the door and walked around the back of the car to the driver's side, taking a deep breath to settle himself down. It was like being back in high school again, that strange exciting breathless feeling, a mixture of apprehension and anticipation. Marie had not noticed his glances. But she had never felt so sexy, so desirable. It was a combination of the knowledge of what she was wearing under her dress (and, oh my god, wasn't it crazy that her boobs were bare under the thin dress?) and the way her father had stared at her when she came into the living room. Her young heart was pounding with excitement. But it was so nice to be able to feel this way on a date with her father instead of on a date with some guy from school. At least here, she knew, nothing would come of it. She didn't have to worry about that. She could just enjoy herself. As her father sat down in the driver's seat next to her, she noticed that he was smiling. "What's so funny, Daddy?" "Oh, nothing." "No, what is it?" "Well, I just couldn't help but smile at what your mother said," he grinned as he turned the car on. Marie tried to remember exactly what her mother had said as they backed out onto the street. "You mean, 'don't do anything I wouldn't do?' What's so funny about that?" Tim was silent as he put the car into drive, and started down the street. "Uh, I don't know if I should say, exactly." "Come on, Daddy! You can't leave me hanging like this!" Marie punched him in the arm lightly. "Ouch," he groused, laughing. "Okay, okay! I just mean that there really isn't much your mother wouldn't do." "Huh?" Marie looked at her father, confused. "What do you mean?" "Let's just say that your mother is pretty adventurous." Marie stared at him. He looked over at her, and rolled his eyes. "Come on, Marie. Do I really have to spell it out?" "Oh my God!! Mom?! Like what? What sort of adventurous things?" "No, Marie. I won't say. Those things are between your Mommy and me." Marie felt a twinge of jealousy, but it was repressed so quickly she never felt it consciously. After all, these were her parents. And this was just a night out with her Daddy, nothing more. But still she felt unusual, sort of tingly. The rest of the car trip passed by uneventfully. Tim was glad to see that they were only ten minutes late for their reservation. He helped Marie from the car, his eyes guiltily straying to her legs again as she stood up, but her dress remained in place this time. Offering his arm to her, he walked her across the parking lot to the restaurant door. The place was a quiet Italian restaurant Carol and he had been to once, a few years back. The tables were small, with space between them, and candlelight provided all the illumination. The ambience was highly romantic, and Marie's girlish heart melted as she walked in on her handsome father's arm. It was like a scene from a movie. She laid her head against his strong shoulder. "Wow, Daddy, this is nice. Have you ever been here before?" "Uh, yeah, Princess," Tim replied. His mind was suddenly filled with an overwhelming memory: his wife sitting on the sink in a restaurant bathroom, her skirt up around her waist, her panties dangling off one foot. He was standing between her legs, his hard cock thrusting into the depths of her. She had her head thrown back, her face contorted in pleasure. God, had that been here? Maybe Carol had forgotten. "Yeah," he stuttered, coming back to himself. Marie was looking up at him, concerned. "Sorry, honey. Yeah, we came here several years ago. It was good back then. I hope they still serve oysters." He realized he was babbling and forced himself to stop. "Oysters? I've never had them before." Marie wondered what her father had been thinking of. He had been far away for a moment or two. But before she could ask him, the host came over and brought them to a little table in the back of the restaurant. They settled into their seats, and glanced at the menus. Tim felt unsure of himself. The evening had just begun, and he had no clue what he should talk about with his suddenly grown up daughter. "Would Signorina and Signor care for some wine?" The waiter proffered Tim the wine list. "Uh, sure, I guess. Marie? Would you like a glass?" Marie stared at her father. Had he forgotten how old she was? Or was he just trying to treat her as a grown-up? Either way, she wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. "Yeah, I would. Whatever you want to order." Best to let him make the choice, she thought. He was the caterer around here. "We'll have a bottle of the 2004 Felsina Chianti, please." "Excellent choice, Signor." Tim looked back at Marie, and confusion filled his brain. Had he just ordered a bottle of wine to share with his underage daughter? He laughed to cover up his confusion. "Do you mind sharing some wine with your old Dad?" "Not at all," Marie smiled. How cute he was. So unsure of himself. "And you're really not that old, you know, Dad." "I don't know. Thirty-eight's not that young." "Most of my friends have fathers in their fifties," Marie said. Going Out With Daddy Ch. 01 "I guess I did get started young. But now I'm just a broken-down stud, taken out to pasture..." He sighed dramatically, and Marie giggled. How silly he was. She couldn't help but compare him with the guys at her school, and she realized how favorably he came out. The waiter brought the wine. She watched her father carefully as he participated casually and expertly in the ritual of tasting the wine. The label presented for inspection; the cork pulled and examined for signs of decay; the wine decanted; the glass swirled, the bouquet inhaled, the mouthful thoughtfully imbibed. Finally, he nodded, and the waiter poured what seemed like a huge amount into her very large glass. She picked it up and looked at the deep burgundy red of the liquor. "It's a pretty bold wine," her father said. "Whatever that means," she teased, smiling at him over the glass. Tim couldn't help but appreciate the way she looked at that moment; the candlelight and the wine made her appear older than her age. Her eyes looked sultry in the half-light; the smile quirked on her lips almost looked flirtatious. But he must have been imagining things. She took a little sip and rolled it in her mouth, feeling the acrid bite of the wine on her tongue. A warmth spread through her body as she swallowed, a feeling that enhanced the giddiness she was already feeling. She liked the way it felt, and she took another sip. "Easy, honey. We've got the whole bottle ahead of us," Tim laughed. He had unconsciously picked up on the change in the atmosphere, and his concerns about sharing alcohol with his daughter had disappeared. She was clearly old enough. You could tell just by the way she looked. "Look, Dad! They do have oysters on the menu. Can we try them?" "Sure. I'll teach you how to eat them properly." Tim found it strangely easy to talk with Marie, now. Before, he had always been worried that he would come off as too fatherly, or conversely, as too desperate to appear young and hip. But now he felt more like they were equals. It was a combination of the wine, the atmosphere, and the way she was dressed, he reasoned. No worries about a weird kind of attraction developing. Marie, for her part, was amazed at how sweet her father was. He had always seemed distant to her, this man who was so important to her, but whom she barely knew, she realized now. Instead, he was charming, funny, and so handsome... Well, she had known that for a while, she supposed. Her friends had commented on it to her in the past. She had just wrinkled her nose at them. But now... She watched him as he talked about the catering business. His face was so expressive, his dark eyes alive with the pleasure he took in his work. And, she thought, as she took another drink from her wine glass, he was really well-built. His chest looked so broad, so firm. She wondered what it would look like right now without that shirt on. It was strange, but her nipples felt really hard against the soft fabric of the dress. She felt flushed, warm. It must be the wine. "Your oysters, Signor and Signorina." The plate of oysters on ice was placed between them. They were open, swimming in their brine. Marie eyed them nervously. "What are you supposed to do, Daddy?" "Actually, there's nothing to it, honey. You just lift up the shell and dump everything in it into your mouth. Chew it softly a few times, then swallow it. Try and savor it. Here, watch me." Tim showed her how it was done. Marie watched him, then took a deep breath. "Okay, here goes." She picked up one of her own, and made a mock scared face at her father. Keeping her eyes on him, she put the shell to her mouth. Then she took the contents into her mouth. It was salty, of course, but there was a sweetness there as well. Chewing on the soft and moist shellfish released more of the sweet flavor, and she let it roll around in her mouth, over her tongue for a few seconds before finally swallowing. "Mmmm. Not bad, Daddy." "I'm glad you like it, sweetie." She tried another one, then giggled. "Is it true that oysters are aphrodisiacs?" "Uh, I guess that's what they say," Tim stuttered. Marie fluttered her eyes at him. "What are you tryin' to do, Mister? Are you tryin' to get into a girl's pants?" His thoughts suddenly flashed to a vision of the panties he suspected she was wearing, those see-through sheer panties with the embroidered tiny red roses. And would he see hair there? His daughter's pubic hair? Oh, Christ, what was going on here? Why did he feel that familiar surge of urgency in his groin? Tim slurped an oyster down to cover his unaccustomed feelings. But Marie just giggled again. He was incredibly cute, actually. She thought maybe he had blushed at her flirtatiousness. This was fun! "Seriously, though, Daddy. Why do people say oysters make you want to like get it on?" "I guess... well, what I've heard, it's because they look like... well..." "Like what?" She looked at him, laughter dancing in her eyes. "Come on! Tell me." "Well, like a woman's place. You know, down there." "Daddy!!" She laughed outright. "Jeez Louise, Daddy. You don't have to be so shy. We're both grown up here." He had to smile at that. "'Down there...' For crying out loud." She shook her head, rolling her eyes. "Fine," he laughed, finally. "If you insist. It's supposed to be sexy because it looks like a vulva." "Hmm. I don't think much of that either. Vulva is so clinical. Don't you have any better names for it?" She was enjoying being so naughty, so flirty. Her whole body felt alive, tingly, electric. And much of that tingliness was centered, well, 'down there.' Tim's heart was beating hard, and the sensation of urgency he had felt before was coalescing into something far more disturbing: arousal. His sex felt thick, straining. But there was a seductive quality to the moment, a quality near impossible to resist. He knew he should be more circumspect, more fatherly. But he didn't want to. "I have lots of names for it, Marie," he said, now meeting her gaze directly. "I don't know if they're better or worse. You'll have to tell me." His gaze went deep into her. It felt like a shock of lightning running through her. She swore that she could feel it run down her spine right to the very center of her sex. It was more than fun, now. It was downright thrilling, like being on a roller coaster. "All right," she whispered, holding his gaze. Her hand twisted a strand of hair, an endearing and familiar habit now suffused with an extra layer of sensuality. Tim took a deep breath. "Kitty." Marie's eyes widened. "That's cute," she said. "But I don't think it's the right word for this situation." "Beaver." "Too old-fashioned," she said, wrinkling her nose cutely. Tim was enjoying himself immensely. He had no idea he could be so open with his daughter. He decided to ignore the way his cock was throbbing in his pants. It was just a by-product of the sexy talk. It had nothing to do with his daughter. "Okay. How about pussy?" "Now we're getting somewhere," she said, breathlessly. The hand that had been playing with her hair trailed down onto her chest. "That's sexier. Sounds more like what an oyster might look like." "Some people use another word. One that's more explicit." He was feeling daring. Would she allow it? Unconsciously, Marie had let her hand slip down onto the swell of her breast. She could feel her hard nipple under her fingers, and thoughtlessly she teased it lightly through the thin dress. How wonderful it was that she had this particular bra on tonight. It made it so easy to do this. She never wanted this to end. "Really? More explicit? What is it?" "Cunt," he whispered. Her pupils dilated, and she shuddered. "I don't really like that word," she murmured. "But it feels right for this. Oysters are sexy because they look like a cunt..." Tim gasped at hearing the word from his innocent daughter's mouth. She looked so sensual just at that moment. Her eyes were half-lidded, her lips moist and parted, her chest moving up and down with her shallow breathing. And he could see one hard nipple pressing against the front of her dress, the shape of it outlined by the soft material. Once again, he was reminded of the bra she was wearing, the bra that Carol had chosen for her. He imagined his daughter now, her dress down around her waist, her young firm breasts presented for his delectation. "But I don't really understand, Daddy," Marie said, a little line appearing between her brows. "I mean, a pussy doesn't look like that, does it?" "Haven't you ever looked at yourself, honey? Haven't you ever used a mirror?" She nodded enthusiastically. "Uh huh, sure I have. But mine doesn't look like this. Here, let me show you." For one crazy moment, Tim thought his sweet daughter was going to stand up and lift up her dress for him to see her mound in the sheer panties. His cock pulsed, hard, and he knew he had just let a stream of pre-cum soak his boxers. But instead, she pulled a pen and a scrap of paper from her purse. "This is what I look like," she said carelessly, quickly sketching, and then turning the paper around for him. She felt so open, so daring, so excited. She had certainly never thought she could be so wild with her father. Tim looked at the paper. It showed a quick outline of a young pussy, really just a line down the middle with a little vee at the top, with two large parentheses around it. His hand dropped into his lap, and he unconsciously squeezed his erection. This was too insane. "Well, Marie, honey, I suppose that's what it looks like most of the time." He smiled at her innocence. How sweet she was, how unspoiled. "But we're talking about a pussy that's aroused. That's excited. Do you understand?" "Oh. Oh!" She looked down at her drawing, then at an oyster. She blushed, prettily. "Oh, wow. I've never seen an excited pussy before. Do they really look like this?" She held up an oyster. "Not really. Maybe a little." He held up the shell and closed it some, so that the edges came close together. The ruffled rims did look a little like labia. "Like that, a bit." "Do you mean to say I've been eating pussy?" She gave a little shriek of excitement. "Oh. My. God. This is too funny," she giggled, and made a big show of bringing the oyster to her mouth. "How's this, Daddy?" She let her little pink tongue come out, and she licked up and down the opening. "Mmmmm," she fake moaned. "Soooo good, Daddy." Her tongue fluttered at the top, then dipped down and slipped inside. Tim stared in awe. How had his little girl become so sexual? He was overcome with lust at the display. His hand now frankly stroked himself through his slacks. It was too hot. Too fucking hot. She giggled, looking at his shocked face. The feeling of pushing his boundaries was addictive, thrilling. He was so cute. "Ooh, Daddy," she murmured. "You've got to try this pussy. It's soooo sweet!" She handed him the oyster she had been licking. "Try it, Daddy..." He blindly accepted the oyster from her, slick with her saliva. He looked down at it. God, it really did look like a hot open pussy. He smiled at his girl, then, keeping his eyes on her, licked over the edges himself, before opening the oyster and accepting its contents into his mouth. Dear God, he had just taken his daughter's saliva into his mouth. Marie looked delighted. He couldn't help but laugh, and she joined him. The slight awkwardness of the moment passed, and they were father and daughter again. Tim put his strange feelings behind him. It had all been so innocent, just father-daughter fun. For her part, Marie felt like she had been initiated into an adult world, and she loved it. And she loved her father for helping her there. She felt closer to him than she had ever felt before. She wanted more of the same. ***** On the way back to the car, Marie leaned against her father, an arm wrapped around his waist. She knew she was tipsy. Well, more than tipsy, really. She was probably actually drunk. She needed a little support, but more, she needed the physical closeness. Her young body yearned for completion of the flirtation she had loved in the restaurant. Tim was tipsy himself. He had tried to moderate his alcohol intake, because he knew that he would be driving. So he had stopped drinking after the oysters. Still, he felt comfortable, buzzed. His arm was around his daughter's side, holding onto her waist. She felt so soft, so lithe. When they got to the car, Marie turned around and leaned against it, pulling her father close to her. "Daddy, you're a lot more fun to hang out with than I expected," she said. There was a slight slur to her speech, and her eyes were meeting his more directly than she would have done had she been sober. She held onto his waist with both hands, pulling his body into hers. Tim knew he should resist her. She was clearly drunk. But his inhibitions were none too strong at them moment himself. Well, at least he didn't have an erection any more. So he let her pull him in. She felt his body come into contact with hers. The solidity of his male body was wonderful; the fullness of his muscles, so much thicker than hers; the satisfying girth of his waist; the power in his arms. She had been in this position before with a guy or two from her school, after dates, but it had never felt so relaxed. Still, something had been present on those occasions that was missing now... "You know," she said archly, "a girl feels insulted when her date holds her like this and she doesn't feel his thing..." Oh. My. God. Had she actually just said that to her father? She blushed slightly. Still, it was all part of the flirting. Tim for his part was astonished by her boldness. Was this really his little girl in his arms, saying such suggestive things? But how could he resist taking her up on her challenge? "'Thing?' You'll have to do better than that, Marie. Remember, we're both grown up here." "Oh, well, in that case," she laughed gaily, her eyes dancing. "I guess I could call it something else." "Like what?' "Okay, how about... penis?" The word sounded so funny the two of them had to laugh together. Her body was so lithe and soft against him. Tim started to get that familiar feeling again, but he was in no rush to pull away from his daughter. "Uh huh," Marie said, smiling. "Maybe that's not what we're looking for. How about woody?" "I don't think so," Tim replied, gazing down into her gorgeous eyes. His shaft was lengthening now, pushing down his trouser leg. "Too adolescent." "We certainly don't want that," she said, wrinkling her nose. She could feel the pressure of his arousal against her right leg. How exciting it was to know that she had been the cause of that ever-increasing feeling. She wanted more. "Hmmm," she said, pretending to search her brain for other choices. "Trouser snake?" Tim guffawed. How delightful she was. So cute, the way she wrinkled her nose, the way she played the innocent. And the way her sweet body pushed against his, her leg up against his, her soft chest pressed against his front. Oh God, that bra. But this was all still just innocent fun, just a little play flirting. Nothing to be ashamed of. "Too silly," he said. Without thinking, he reached down and adjusted himself so that it was standing up in his pants. The back of his hand brushed across her upper thigh, and she felt the brief touch like a jolt through her body. She pushed back up against him, desperate to prolong the physical stimulation. Holy shit, she thought. Is that all him? For now his erection was pushing into her lower abdomen, a long pulsating shaft of iron. She knew the only name for it. "Cock," she hissed, her eyes suddenly serious, her face warm. Her tongue felt numb and there was a roaring in her ears. "Yeah, Marie, that's it," he whispered back. "Cock." He pushed it against her, his eyes fixed on hers. What was he doing? Was this more than just the innocent fun they had been enjoying before? Her face looked so accepting, so willing. Jesus! "Uh, I think we had better be getting home," he said, suddenly confused. How could pressing his engorged member into his daughter's belly be considered innocent? He had to step away, but breaking contact with her was so hard. "Awww," she whined, then laughed to cover her own confusion. She had been ready. She knew it. She had been ready for him to do something to her. Something... God, what? What would he have done to her? There it was, the all too strong reality of his... thing pushing against her, the very stimulus she had been yearning for. She twisted away from under him, giggling. "All right, Daddy," she said, once again her cute flirty self. "You can take me home." He took a deep breath as she darted around to the other side of the car. Get yourself together, man, he thought. But already the confusing feelings were fading. Why had he been so worried? It was just Marie testing the waters, so to speak, with somebody she felt safe with. Completely innocent. On the drive home, Marie tried to think about what had happened there. Her thoughts were muddled; the unaccustomed amount of alcohol she had imbibed combined with the raging hormones in her young body was making it very hard to concentrate. Shouldn't she have felt grossed out by her father's hardness pressing against her? Shouldn't she have been gagging, horrified by the unwelcome evidence of his sexual excitement? But it wasn't unwelcome, and she hadn't been horrified. Frankly, she was still tingling all over. And there was a warmth throughout her body which was concentrated in her most sensitive places. Her nipples for one. They seemed to be in a constant state of hardness, continually rubbed by the soft dress. Honestly, she thought. They have no shame! But she put it off to the fact that her bra was not providing an intervening layer of protection. They pulled into the driveway. Tim stepped around to the passenger side to open the car door. His erection had subsided, mostly. He had helped it go down by trying not to look over at his daughter, sitting demurely next to him. Now, as he held her hand to help her up, he realized that she was just radiantly beautiful. Standing above her, he had a sweet view of her cleavage. Even without a view inside her dress, the skin exposed to the night air had a sensual youthful quality to it that stirred him deep inside. He forced his eyes upward, and found his daughter smiling at him, a twinkling mischief in her deep blues. "I guess we're home, Daddy," she said, glancing down as she stood up. She couldn't be sure whether he had an erection again. Something in her lusted to know, to feel that against her again. "Uh, sure, Princess," Tim replied, glancing up to the house. Was Carol still awake? It was past 10:30 now, and she usually retired before now. The front porch light was on, but all the lights on the first floor were off. Their bedroom windows were on the side and the back, so he couldn't tell if the lights in there were on. They walked up to the porch, side by side, silent, each thinking their own thoughts. As they walked up the steps, Marie's hand found her fathers, their fingers intertwining unconsciously. They stopped on the top step, each wanting the moment to last. "You know," she murmured. "I wasn't sure whether we were going to have a good time tonight or not." "Me either," he admitted, smiling down at her. "But I did have a good time. I really did, Daddy," she said, returning his gaze. "Me too," he said, tenderly. Her face was so sweet, her lips so full and moist. His heart leaped inside of him. "Does a guy get a kiss on the first date?" Her eyes widened. She nodded, almost imperceptibly. He moved towards her, taking her in his arms. She had a slightly shocked look as his face came closer to hers. Then he felt her relax in his arms, her body melting against his. Her eyes closed, and she surrendered to the moment. Going Out With Daddy Ch. 01 At the last second he closed his eyes as well. Their lips met, softly, father's on daughter's. So tender, so loving. He could feel her warm breath on his lips, her mouth slightly open. There was nothing vulgar about the clinch, no groping, no tongues intruding into unwanted places. She felt her heart open up to this man, this man she knew so well, she had known for her whole life. He was gentle, so kind and caring, everything she valued in a man. She needed him to know how much she loved him. Her arms, at first limp against her sides, went up around his neck, showing her acceptance of his love. The moment seemed to last forever for the two, locked in an illicit embrace, in full submission to their joint destiny. And when at last he pulled back, the girl looked at him with longing, but with happiness as well. He was lost. She was found. She could not have scripted a more perfect fairy-tale romantic ending to her first night out as an adult. ***** Carol lay awake in bed. The lights were out, and she was turned on her side away from the door. But she was well aware of her husband's and daughter's return from their night out. She suspected something must have taken place between the two of them. She had worked hard enough to create the right environment for it. Still, the rest had been left to chance. If nothing happened here, well, there would be more opportunities in the future. There had been some time between the slam of the car door and the sound of the keys in the front door. Longer than necessary to just walk up and come in, she was sure. And the voices in the hall: were they more hushed than they normally would be? Or was her hopes for the evening coloring her perceptions? After all, they would think she was asleep already. Perhaps they were just being considerate. After a few moments, Tim quietly opened the door to their bedroom and crept through to the en suite bathroom. He carefully shut the door behind him. In a flash, Carol was out of bed and crouched by the door. And then she heard it. Just what she had hoped to hear. Through the bathroom door came the rhythmic sound of flesh on flesh. She smiled to herself and tiptoed back to bed. Everything was going according to plan. Tomorrow, there would be time to cultivate the seeds she had sown. Going Out With Daddy Ch. 02 The next morning, Tim sat alone at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee in his hand, the newspaper lying unread on the table in front of him. His mind was too occupied to read. Guilt and shame ran through him like twin daggers. Sure, he had been mildly drunk the night before, but not so much that he shouldn't have been able to control himself. Good Lord. Had he really flirted so unconscionably with his daughter? He groaned aloud as he recalled pushing his erection into her as they stood by the car. She had clearly been innocently playing with the idea of a grown-up date, and he had taken her too seriously. He remembered the way she twisted away from him at the last second. She had smiled at him, but that was probably just a knee-jerk reaction to preserve some shred of their natural relationship. And then he had kissed her! And what a kiss it had been. He thought of her soft sweet young body pressed up against him, the feel of her lips on his. The gentle yielding presence of her mouth, the warm breath, wine-scented, the innocently closed eyes. Good God, he had taken full advantage of her. Well, not full, he supposed. He had managed to restrain himself before he gave in entirely to his worse instincts. He had not tried to feel her up. Her eyes had been so smoky after that kiss, so hazy and intense. Somehow he had maneuvered her inside and sent her to her room. And then, the final blow. He had been unable to resist releasing that sexual tension, sitting in the bathroom next to his bedroom where his wonderful wife lay sleeping, unaware of his illicit lust. How sordid it all seemed, like a scene from a melodramatic movie. He felt tainted. But that hadn't stopped him from shooting his seed all over his stomach, nearly up to his shoulders, it had rocketed out so hard. "Good morning, sweetie," came Carol's voice from behind. He started, guilty in his remininscences. "Uh, good morning, Carol." "You guys must have had a good time last night, huh?" She was puttering around the kitchen, clearly unconcerned about her husband's date with their daughter. And why should she be? Husbands and daughters out was no reason for concern, normally. "You didn't get back in until after I was already asleep." Should he tell her? Should he burst that bubble? No, this was a one-time thing that happened, a bizarre concatenation of circumstance. He would just have to be careful in the future with Marie. He would have to maintain his distance. But as he thought that, a pang of longing swept through him. "Yeah, I guess it was all right," he said nonchalantly. He hoped there was just the right sense of boredom in his voice. "Honestly, I don't know why you set it up." Oh, you sly dog, Carol thought, smiling to herself. If she hadn't heard him jerking off in the bathroom when she had been supposedly asleep, she wouldn't have suspected a thing. "Well, maybe you need more dates with her then," she said aloud. "The point of you going out with her was to make the two of you more comfortable together." "For crying out loud, Carol," Tim sighed, exasperated. Was he laying it on too thick? The truth was that his heart leaped at the idea of more nights out with his sweet young daughter. "How do you know Marie will want to go out with me again?" "We can always ask her," Carol laughed. "But that will have to wait. I think she's sleeping off the effects of last night. What did you do, ply her with wine to lower her inhibitions?" "What? N—no, Carol! What would make you think I would do a thing like that?" She had to laugh at his guilty expression. My goodness, he was too easy to tease. "I'm just yanking your chain, Tim," she said soothingly. "And in any case, she's an adult, even if the law says she can't drink for another three years. If you wanted to share some wine with her, who am I to object?" "Well, she might have had a little teeny bit of wine, I guess," Tim admitted, relieved that that indiscretion might be off his conscience. "In any case, once she wakes up, I'm taking her to the mall. She desperately needs new clothes. Can you believe she hadn't worn that lovely dress because she didn't have a bra that she could wear with it?" Tim's brain was immediately filled with the thought of that bra he had seen the night before. The image shifted to one of his lovely daughter, in that bra, her firm breasts supported and revealed at the same time. Jesus! He was sick, that's what it was. He shook his head and stood up. "All right, then I'm off to do some work in the garage." "And mow the lawn after, would you?" Carol's mind never stopped working. If she timed it right... ***** "Honestly, Marie. I just want to know if you had a good time with your father last night. It's not some kind of inquisition." "All right, all right," Marie laughed, exasperated. "Yeah, I guess we had a good time." Memories of him pressed against her at the car, that sweet kiss on the door step. God, she could feel herself becoming damp even as she sat in the car with her mother. "Ha! I knew it," Carol smiled. They were sitting in the car on the way to the mall. Her sweet girl was so pretty, so innocent. "We'll have to get you some nice clothes so the next time can be even better." All the time, she had to tend the seeds she had sown. It was exhilarating, but at the same time, exhausting, all this work. But the payback would be worth it, she knew. "Uh, Mom? Dad said something last night that had me kinda confused." "Okay," Carol replied, looking at her daughter sideways as she drove. It looked like Marie was blushing. This could be interesting... "Well," the girl went on, flustered. How could she ask about this? Best to just dive in. "He said that you were pretty, um, adventurous. That when you said not to do anything you wouldn't do, that was funny 'cause there really wasn't much of anything you wouldn't. Um, like, do, you know?" "Uh-huh." Carol was laughing inside. She had known that he would find that statement funny, and had hoped that something might come of it. But on the outside, she kept her face open and encouraging. "So?" Marie was studiously looking out of her window. "So what?" "What did he mean, Mother?" Her voice was quiet, embarrassed, but also passionate. The girl really needed to know. "Marie, honey, when a girl loves her man, she'll do almost anything for him." A pause. No response from her daughter. "Sexually, sweetie." "Like what?" So quiet. "How much detail do you want, Marie?" The teenager turned finally to look at her mother. "As much as you can give," she said, firmly. Carol marveled at her. She might have been young, but she knew what she wanted and she went after it with a single-minded purpose. It reminded her of her own personal style. "Okay. On the night that I met your father?" "At his first catering event, right?" "That's right. I pulled him into the coat closet and went down on him." "Mom!" Marie's face was a study of shock. But deep inside, she felt a flutter of excitement. Her mother had always seemed so sedate to her, so dignified. Now she was beginning to understand that there was another side to her, hidden from view. "Well, you asked, Marie," Carol said, smiling calmly. "Why?" "You mean, why did I do something so forward?" Carol looked ahead of her, thinking back to that night. "Your father was a gorgeous young man. Still is gorgeous, you know. But back then, he had an air of potential about him, the man at the beginning of his life." She smiled. "So much possibility, and I could tell he was going to realize his goals, if he had the right help." Marie was spellbound. This was fascinating. "It would take someone special to help him along the way, and I knew I was that person. It was necessary to help him realize it, too." Carol looked over at her rapt daughter. She caressed the side of her face. "Also, you know, it was fucking intense." Marie let out a little shriek of outraged glee. "Mom! I don't think I've ever heard you use that word before." She giggled. This was pretty cool. It was more like talking with a girlfriend than with her mother. "Plus, Marie, going down on a guy is one of the best ways to get him to love you. They act like you've just done them the biggest favor in the world." "I know! When really, you have all of the power, all the control, right?" "Oh, so you've given blow-jobs, young lady?" Carol tried to keep a stern expression on her face, then she and her daughter suddenly burst out laughing. She felt so close to Marie, all of a sudden. "So tell me, Mom. Did he last long?" Marie couldn't believe her audacity in asking such a bold question. But her mother took it right in stride. "Ha! I think he came in less than a minute. And he probably only lasted that long because he was scared someone might burst in on us." "I know, right? They never last long when you're down on your knees in front of them. Did he hold onto your hair? Like he was guiding your head?" "Sure, but I had a hand on him to control how far he could push into me. I don't like to be gagged." "No, me neither! God, we're so much alike, Mom!" Marie pictured the scene in her mind, her gorgeous mother, younger then, on her knees in a pretty dress, her father pushing his hard cock into her mouth. She unconsciously rubbed her thighs together, attempting vainly to apply more pressure to her heated sex. "And when he came, did you swallow?" Carol could tell the girl was hot. It wasn't just her barely hidden squirming. Her voice sounded throatier than usual, her face was flushed. Everything according to plan. "Of course, sweetie," she said tenderly. "I had to cement his attachment to me. How better than to show I was willing to take all he had and swallow it down?" They drove along in silence for a few seconds. "Plus," Carol said with a straight face, "he tasted damned good." Marie shuddered, her whole body shivering. God, she had cum, just from hearing the story! ***** They wandered around the mall, looking in store after store. Marie wasn't really sure what she was supposed to be looking for. Carol surreptitiously tried to steer her towards clothes that were a bit more revealing than the stuff she usually wore. "Are you going out with Daddy again?" Carol asked the question casually, as though the answer really didn't matter to her. They were looking through dresses. "Um, I dunno," Marie replied. "He didn't ask me." "I think he's worried that you didn't have a good time last night. Here, take this one to try on. You'll have to reassure him so that he feels all right asking." "Like how do you mean?" "Just be relaxed around him. Let him know that you are completely comfortable being with him. You know." "I thought I did that last night," Marie said, frowning a little. In fact, she couldn't have been more comfortable. "Well, he needs reinforcing. Men are dull, you know. It takes multiple exposures for things to sink in." They giggled. Carol pulled out a little black dress. "Now this, I think, would be the perfect dress for your next date, don't you think?" Marie looked it over. It was a halter top, tying behind the neck, with lace above and below the bust. The skirt was straight and tight around the waist before flaring out to about mid-thigh, and she imagined it would mold nicely to all of her curves. "Oh my God, that is so adorable, Mom! But I don't think I have anything to wear under it." "Silly girl, why do you think we're shopping? We can find all the right stuff today. Just go try it on so we can see what we're dealing with." Marie went off to the dressing room while her mother looked around for some more stuff. In a few minutes, Carol made her way over to the cubicles. "Marie? How's it going in there?" "I'm in this stall, Mom. You can come on in." Carol slipped into the dressing room where her daughter was checking herself out in the mirror. She had the little black dress on, and she looked like she wasn't sure if it fit or not. "Let's see. Hmmm. It looks good on you, but you obviously won't be wearing that bra with this dress." "I know, I know. Should I take it off?" "If you want to get a better idea if the dress fits, of course. We can find the right kind of bra later on if the dress works." The teenager untied the halter behind her neck, letting the straps dangle in front of her body. She noticed in the mirror that her mother hadn't turned around. She got that lovely feeling of closeness again, that sense of being girlfriends with her mother. She had never thought she could be so intimate with her mother in this way. She smiled at Carol in the mirror, and undid her simple white cotton bra, letting it fall off her boobs. Carol smiled back at her sweet daughter. She looked so innocent and young, standing there in the dressing room with the dress down around her middle, her teenaged breasts so perky and fresh. Her nipples weren't hard, just puffy outcroppings pointing up off the tip of each breast. "Ah, youth," she sighed, looking wistfully at her daughter. "If only my boobs were still so firm." "Mom!" Marie giggled. This was so much fun. "You've got a great chest! I hope mine are still so sexy when I'm your age." She pulled each bra strap off of her arms, standing un-selfconsciously half nude in front of her mother. "It's just an illusion, honey. When you get to my age, nothing stands up the way it used to. With the right bra, you can maintain the profile you want. So, enjoy it while you have it, sweetie." "I don't know, Mom." Marie looked down at herself, then turned and looked at her chest in the mirror. "Yeah, they're firm, all right," and she shimmied slightly from side to side, her tits swaying prettily with the movement. "But aren't they kinda small? It seems like all any guy wants to see is like huge tits, y'know?" "Not every guy," Carol smiled, inwardly delighted with the opportunity her daughter had unwittingly presented to her. "Your father likes 'em smaller, at least." Marie looked up at her, suddenly blushing. "Really! He always told me his mother said 'more than a handful's too much!'" Marie felt that familiar warm rush flow through her. As she glanced back at herself in the mirror, she saw that her nipples had hardened, lifting away from the puffy areoles beneath them. She felt shy, and lifted the straps of the dress to cover up her chest. "Well, I'm glad to know there's one man out there anyway who would think I've got sexy boobs," she murmured. Carol reached up and tied the straps behind her neck, and looked over her daughter's shoulder at the reflection. "I think the dress looks marvelous, Marie." Marie had to agree. She twisted a little back and forth, looking at the way the dress hugged her hips. "Do you think I even need a bra?" "You always need a bra, Marie." The girl raised her eyebrows at her mother. "I mean it. Even with boobs as firm as these," and she reached up to cup her daughter's breasts through the dress, "you'll always look better with your chest supported here." And she lifted Marie's breasts slightly. The touch of her mother's hands wasn't sexual, but the intimacy sent a thrill through the teenager. "I suppose you're right, Mom. But what about panties? I can see the line of my underwear right through." Carol stepped away and looked at the back of the dress. "Ah, VPLs. Can't have those, you're right. You have two possible solutions. One is to go commando." Marie giggled at the thought. "Well, we women have to have freedom somewhere. If it's not on top, then why not on the bottom? We don't have any package to hold in place!" Marie shrieked in outraged humor. "Mom! You wouldn't!" "I wouldn't? I'm not right now." Marie stepped back and looked down at her mother's lower half. She was wearing a loose cream skirt that came down to her knees, conservative but appealing. "You can't tell," she muttered. "Of course you can't tell, silly," Carol laughed. "If you could tell, I'd be sending out all the wrong signals to guys around. But I know, and it makes me feel sexier. But if you're not comfortable with that, we can get you a g-string to wear underneath." "Let's see what the dress looks like without VPLs," Marie said, suddenly feeling daring. "That's my girl!" Marie pulled the dress up around her waist, revealing the white cotton panties that matched the bra. She skinned the undergarment off her waist letting it drop around her ankles. She was so happy to be able to be so open with her mother. It was like having a mom and a best friend at the same time. She lifted one leg out of her panties at a time. "Hmmm," Carol said, a note of disapproval in her voice. "We can't have that, you know." "Huh? What do you mean?" Marie was suspended in the act of removing the panties from her left foot. "This," her mother said, indicating the dense patch of hair at the junction of Marie's legs. "Not if you're going to go commando, or wear a g-string. You'll have to at the very least trim it back." "Oh. My. God. Mom! I—I don't know..." She looked down at herself again, the dress pulled up around her waist. The thick hair, dark brown, had only recently become part of her idea of herself. "What do you mean, at least?" "Shaved, sweetie. You don't want hairs escaping, straying out of the confines of your panties, do you? The g-strings they make nowadays are very small." "I can't believe we're talking about this." She stared at her mother. "Do you do that? Shave, I mean?" "Of course, Marie. I wouldn't tell you to do something I don't do. Do you want to see?" Marie's heart pounded. This was absolutely as intimate as she had ever been with her mother, let alone another woman. She glanced down at herself again, and smiled shyly. "Uh, yeah," she shrugged. "If you, like, don't mind, that is." "Why would I mind, honey? You're my daughter, and we're both grown women, after all." She gathered the hem of her skirt in both hands and pulled it up her legs, her daughter's eyes glued to the ever expanding exposure. "Although, to be honest," she remarked, as she lifted the skirt up, "I am glad you're comfortable showing me yourself as well. It would be a little strange if I hiked my skirt up and you were completely dressed." Marie was quiet, her face flushed, her breathing coming rapidly and shallowly. Finally, the hem was level with her mother's crotch, and then above it, so that the entire mound was exposed. True to her word, she was panty-less, and, even more, nearly hairless. Her vulva pooched downward, the plump labia pink, bare, and healthy appearing. There was a tiny spread at the top of the slit where her mother's clit hid, and then above, a tiny trim patch of light brown pubic hair. Without thinking about it, the eighteen-year-old sank to her knees in front of her mother, who stood, her legs trembling slightly, still holding her skirt up over her waist. She had to see this up close. "Wow! That looks so neat, Mom," she breathed. "Is it bare all the way underneath?" "Uh huh," Carol said. She had felt the warm air of her daughter's breath on her most private area, and it had sent an unexpected thrill through her. She hadn't been doing this for herself, up until this point. Her goal had not been to get sexually aroused. She had other plans. And yet... She spread her legs apart slightly, so that Marie could see everything. The feeling of exposing herself like this to her daughter was so unexpectedly exciting! Now Marie could see her mother's pussy in all of its glory. The lips appeared thicker now than before, and there was a definite odor in the air, which the girl registered unconsciously. She wanted to reach out and touch the smooth skin there, to have the feeling of what it felt like in addition to what it looked like. "Why, Mom? Why do you do it?" "Because your father likes it that way." Again that wonderful sensation of warmth flowed through Marie's body, centering in her sex. "Actually, he likes it completely bare, no hair at all." The girl's pulse was racing. She was learning so much! Going Out With Daddy Ch. 02 "Then why don't you have it all bare?" "A woman's prerogative, honey," her mother replied. She wasn't going to reveal her real reasons. Well, at least not yet. "I used to, but I grew tired of having nothing there, so I grew a little bit back." Marie knew that she wouldn't have changed, if that was what her man wanted. "Well, it looks lovely," Marie said quietly. It was true. She had thought it would be gross, or look babyish, or something. But there was no doubt the pussy in front of her belonged to a woman. One could not mistake the maturity of those thick labia. With difficulty, she controlled her racing thoughts, and managed to stand back up. "How do you do it?" "At a salon. I get it waxed." Carol slowly, reluctantly lowered her skirt. She put her growing excitement down to the increased level of intimacy between her daughter and herself. Marie followed suit, pulling the skirt of the little black dress down over her rounded hips, and letting it settle into place. "If you want to think about how much you want done, we can go together one afternoon this week." "All right," Marie nodded. She looked at herself now in the mirror, VPL exiled. "Yeah, this is really sexy, huh?" "I bet Dad'll love it when you wear it on your next date," Carol laughed. "He won't know where to look!" The two women laughed comfortably together. ***** When they pulled into the driveway, Marie hopped out of the car with all of her purchases. At that moment, Tim rounded the corner of the house, pushing the lawnmower in front of him. In the heat of the afternoon, he had discarded his t-shirt, and his hard chest was gleaming with perspiration. "Lookin' good, Dad!" Tim startled at the sound of his daughter's voice. She smiled playfully at him, twirling one of the bags in her fingers. She had never realized just what a stud her father was. His pecs were so well defined, and his belly so taut. And below... Wow! His lower abdomen trailed into his jean shorts, the lines of his muscles pointing directly to his crotch. "Not bad at all, Tim," Carol said. Tim blinked at her, standing confused behind the lawn mower. The two women laughed at his expression and went into the house, giggling together. Tim stood lost in thought. Marie had not acted like a girl who was pissed off at him, that was for sure. In fact, she had clearly been checking him out. He shook his head, and finished off the mowing. Thirty minutes later, he had changed into his swim trunks and went out back to the pool. It wasn't a huge pool; you couldn't dive into it because it wasn't deep enough. It had been a splurge for the family, but he welcomed it after a hot day's work in the yard. He jumped in quickly and swam around a few minutes to cool off. He found his thoughts returning once again to his daughter. God, she looked so cute in that outfit. What was happening to him? "Hey, Dad." He looked up, and there was the subject of his thoughts. She was in a blue and white checked bikini, innocent and girlish. She was showing no more skin than was typical for a well-brought up teenager nowadays. Still, with his image of her undergoing transformation, it was far more skin than he was expecting to see. She was slim, lithe. Her body was not very curvy, but her hips and waist proclaimed her womanhood clearly. Her small breasts were contained neatly in the bikini top, and the full bikini bottom hugged her little mound, obscuring the details well. "You like? It's a new one. Mom and I bought it today." She did a little pirouette, gracefully spinning on her toes. Her cute ass was a sight to see in the bikini, rounded and cupped neatly by the swimsuit. "Very nice, sweetie," he said, pulling up to the side of the pool. He could feel blood rushing to his groin, and he wanted to be able to hide it from her. It wasn't her fault he was having these reactions, and he wanted to shield her from it. He put his arms on the edge, crossed and smiled up at her. She smiled back, sitting down on the edge next to him, putting her feet into the water. "Mmmm. That feels so good, doesn't it, Daddy?" "You have no idea, Marie. You haven't been sweating pushing around a stupid lawn mower all afternoon." "Oh, the poor thing," she pouted. He laughed at her expression. "What else did you get at the mall?" "Oh, lots of stuff." She smiled as she saw him wince. "Don't worry, Daddy. Most of it was on sale." "Most?" "Well, there were a few things that we just couldn't resist, you know? I got a couple of other bikinis, but I can't wear them yet." "Why not?" Marie thought for a second. Did she dare? But then, her mother had told her to be more comfortable with her father, so he would know it was okay to ask her out again. She took a deep breath. ""Cause, like, they're more revealing, see." "Oh, and you don't want to wear them in front of your old dad. I get it." "No, silly! That's not it. I wouldn't mind if you saw me wearing them. They're not that revealing. No, it's just that I need to, you know..." "Uh, no, I don't think I do." Tim looked up at her. What was she saying? "Well, like, get trimmed." She suppressed a giggle when her father's expression got even more confused. "Down here, Daddy!" She spread her legs apart and pulled down the top edge of her bikini bottom. The top part of her pubic hair was revealed in the afternoon sun. "Why do I have to spell everything out? Geesh." The scene felt surreal to Tim. Everything around him seemed normal, the way it had been day after day for many years. The golden sunshine, the clear blue sky, the smell of newly mown grass. He could hear the chirping of the birds, the whine of crickets. Somewhere nearby, a neighbor was watching the end of the baseball game. And he was looking at his daughter's pubic hair. He unconsciously registered that it was somewhat darker than the hair on her head. While not sparse, it wasn't dense either. Without realizing it, he had pushed up on his elbows to get a better look. "I have to decide how much to get rid of," Marie said, musingly. She pulled the swimsuit a little further away from her belly. She was aware that her father was peering at her groin, but she had invited it, hadn't she? He was so cute the way he seemed unable to stop himself from looking. She decided to play with him a little. "I've kind of grown attached to it, you know? Pun, like totally intended." Tim looked up at her. She was smiling, a private, shy smile. "But it is kind of a lot, isn't it?" "Uh, yeah, I guess, sweetie." He was uncomfortably hard in his swimsuit, and he surreptitiously adjusted himself. Now he could press against the wall of the pool with his increasingly hard erection. Thankfully, his daughter couldn't see the evidence of his arousal. But God help him, he was unable to prevent himself from stimulating himself. "How much do you think I should get rid of?" Her question startled him. What did he have to do with it? "Um. I suppose that would depend on how much your swimsuit exposes." A safe enough answer, he thought. "Oh, down to here, give or take." She pushed the bikini bottom down further in front. She felt incredibly daring, hot and tremulous. She looked down to see how much she had shown her father. It was nearly to the beginning of her slit. Tim stared in awe. Nearly the entirety of her mons was in the open air. She couldn't lower it any further without showing her pussy to him. Oh, God. This was crazy. His hand had found its way into his suit and was grasping his rock-hard cock. "You're, uh, going to have to get rid of a lot, then, I would say," he muttered. His hand started stroking on his hidden cock. Thank God she couldn't see him. She was so innocent she might take it the wrong way. He just couldn't help himself. It was his own problem, not hers. Marie was in seventh heaven. Her father was so cute, the way he was staring at her. She felt warm all over, and she spread her legs a bit more, wanting, needing contact. Her leg came to rest against his shoulder, which seemed to be shaking rhythmically. She wanted so badly to touch herself. Without thinking, she lifted her free hand and plucked at the pubic hair that was showing, as if desperate to get rid of it. "I wish it were gone already, Daddy," she whined. "Then I could wear my new suits. Would you like to see me in my new suits?" "Uh huh," the man gasped. This was too much. "Some girls get rid of all of their hair down there, Daddy," she said, her eyes cloudy. Her fingers rubbed over her mound. "That would be so weird, wouldn't it?" "Not at all, sweetie," the lust-crazed father replied. "Everything would be so smooth here, all over, right, Daddy? Would you like it that way?" "Y—yeah, oh, God, yeah, I would, Marie..." The tip of her finger dipped lower in her suit, right in front of him. Good God, she was touching herself right there, less than a foot away from his face! The moment the tip of her middle finger touched her clit, Marie's body exploded. She was too far gone to even wonder how this would look to her father. She trembled, shaking, moaning in sweet little growly bursts. For his part, Tim was overcome by the intense visual stimulation. His hand grasped his cock with passion, feeling the thick stalk harder than it had ever felt before. With a gasp, his hand pulled over the crown of the head, and he exploded into his trunks. Father and daughter came down from their respective highs, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Marie carelessly removed her hand from her bikini bottom. The edge snapped back against her belly, but in her gyrations, the entire suit had slipped down on her waist. The result was that her pubic hair was still exposed a little at the top. "Uh, you're still showing, sweetie," Tim said, cautiously. How much was too far now? Their boundaries were different now. "That's okay, Daddy. I don't mind if you see." Marie stretched and stood up. "I'm going to take a dip, now." As she turned and walked over to the steps to get into the water, her father watched her in awe. The top of her butt was now uncovered, and the very tip of the valley between those luscious cheeks was exposed. He had to shake himself to get out of his reverie. The stickiness of the inside of his trunks was reminder of his precarious position. Carefully, he levered himself out of the pool and escaped inside. ***** Valygrl18: no way Valygrl18: that is soooo hot Valygrl18: fukd up too u no Marie1990: rite? i no but its fun Marie1990: i mean hes so cute like a helpless boy Marie1990: and its cuz of me Valygrl18: but wheres it going? Valygrl18: u need a man grl Marie1990: yeah i guess Valygrl18: still i love ur stories Valygrl18: it makes me hot like i wanna touch myself Marie1990: ew Valygrl18: ur fault tho Marie1990: sorry Marie1990: but i need ur advice Marie1990: miss u so much since u gone to college Valygrl18: me 2 Marie1990: what should i do? Valygrl18: up 2 u grl Valygrl18: is it still fun Marie1990: yeah maybe 2 much ;) Valygrl18: ur comin here in a few months Valygrl18: then u can cut things off Valygrl18: find a guy here rite? Marie1990: and till then? Valygrl18: have fun Valygrl18: and tell me all about it... Marie1990: ur so naughty Valygrl18: thats me all the time Marie1990: luv u Marie1990: talk soon Valygrl18: luv n kisses Going Out With Daddy Ch. 03 The week slipped by quickly. Tim wasn't sure how it had happened, but he found himself set up to go out with his daughter again on Friday night. Had he asked her? He was pretty sure he had, but somehow, his wife had set up the dinner reservation for him. It was a pretty swanky dinner and dancing place, and he knew that people tended to get a little crazy there after a tough work week. "Are you sure it's the kind of place I should be taking Marie?" "Don't be a fuddy-duddy," Carol said, laughing easily. "She's a grown-up now. She can handle herself." But it wasn't his daughter he was worried about. He had noticed how free and easy she was around him this week. If that was the sole benefit of his going out with her, well, that was something to be happy about. She didn't treat him like somebody from another planet any more. But the benefit came with a curse as well. It was as if she was unaware of her body now. He got glimpses of things fathers simply were not meant to see. Her nighttime attire had gotten outrageously skimpy. Every morning he was treated to the sight of her coming downstairs in a half-tee and a pair of panties. She would lounge around the kitchen without a shred of self-consciousness. Sipping a cup of coffee with one leg up on the chair and the other on the floor, hunched over the style pages; he would see the band of her panties over her sex, pooching out. Stretching up to reach the top shelf; her ass cheeks, outlined perfectly by the muscles straining to get her arms higher, would present themselves. Leaning forward to get the sugar across the table from him; her tee would fall away from her body, showing him those sweet cone-like breasts, their nipples just puffy mounds on the tip. Half the time he would hide himself behind the business section, scared of what he would see if he lowered the paper. The other half of the time, he found himself watching her like a hawk, awaiting the next innocent display. "Don't you think you should wear a bit more, Marie?" He could have shot himself for asking the question, but he had to be fatherly. "Why, Daddy? If it's just us around, I don't have anything to hide." She smiled innocently at him. God, it was hard to hide his arousal from her all of the time. "What are you wearing there, anyway?" "What, these?" She turned and looked down at herself over her shoulder, as if noticing her panties for the first time. "Boy shorts. Cute, huh?" "Uh, yeah, I guess," he said, staring at her butt in the yellow skin tight panties. Marie loved how open she could be with her father now. It was wonderful to be grown up with him, to be able to let him see how much she had grown, how much she had developed. She had gone to the salon on Tuesday, and had allowed the woman there to take everything off. Her mother had told her to ask for the Brazilian waxing, which she had been grateful for. She would have died of embarrassment if she had had to ask the beautician to wax all of her hair off. It had hurt, but not too badly. The woman had been very professional, and the removal of the wax had been done quickly. It had surprised her that they had waxed the area around her anus as well, but she hadn't said anything. It was clear that the woman had known what she was doing. She had been warned not to wear anything too tight over the area for the next day, so she had gone commando under her skirt. Now, everything felt so wonderful. The panties against her skin, the feel of the water in the shower, even wiping herself. It was like she had been reborn as a sensual being. Tonight, she had left plenty of time to get ready. She was sitting in front of her mirror when her mother came in. "How are things going in here, Marie?" "Pretty good, I think, Mom. Do you think this eyeliner makes me look too slutty?" "No, perfect, I think." My God, she thought. What a beautiful woman my girl is. Thank God I've nothing to get jealous over. Things were certainly moving in the right direction, she mused. Marie had followed her advice perfectly. Allowing herself to be 'comfortable' with her father had created just the right atmosphere for tonight's date. "You look really lovely, sweetie," she said. "Daddy's not going to believe his eyes when you come downstairs tonight." "I know, right?" Marie giggled. Her body felt electric all over, tingly and excited. "Wait until he sees how grown up his little girl is!" "I think he has an idea," Carol smiled. "He just doesn't know yet how sexy she is." "Really? Really, Mom?" The teenager practically bounced out of her chair. "Do you mean it? He'll think I'm sexy?" The change in her daughter was astonishing. Last week at this time, she had been reluctant even to consider going out with her father. "Honey, any man would tonight. You just go down there and knock him out for me, okay?" "All right, Mom. Ooh, this is so much fun!" Tim was on tenterhooks all evening. He was wearing a nice shirt and tie with a new blazer. His shoes were polished, his hair neat and his face shaved. He hadn't put this much effort into going out since he had started dating Marie's mother. He had some nice flowers for his date, and he paced the living room waiting for her to come down. "Hi, Daddy." The soft voice stopped him in his tracks. He turned around slowly, and there she was. Even with all of the teasing and glimpses he had caught during the week, he was unprepared for the reality of the girl standing in front of him now. She had her lovely brown hair up in the back, with a few loose tendrils framing her pretty face. Her eyes appeared larger than usual, her lips redder, but only as enhancements of her every-day beauty. Her body was encased in the simple little black dress. The halter top bared her graceful shoulders and neck, and encased her chest with elegance. The skirt portion was skin tight around the waist and hips before flaring out girlishly around her upper legs. She had strappy high heels on. The whole picture was one of maturity and sexuality. He was blown away. "I take it you like it," she said in a sultry whisper. He nodded and dumbly held out his flowers to her. "Oh, how sweet," she cooed, taking the bouquet. "Mom? Can you find a vase for these?" "Sure, Marie. Well, Tim? Don't just stand there. Come give your daughter a nice kiss for taking the time to look nice for you." Tim willed his legs to move. They felt wooden, stiff and unusable. What had come over him? How could he be so undone by the sight of his daughter in a nice dress? He approached Marie, and looked down at her. Her heels had brought her to only a few inches lower than his height, so he had the strange feeling of being closer to her than usual. He gave her a fatherly peck on the cheek. That would never do, thought Carol. We need to move things forward here. She looked around and her eyes lit on the camera. "Wait! You two look so lovely together. Let's get a picture." She grabbed the camera. "Stand over here, so the light will be right." The man and his daughter moved into the right place, and Carol had them stand like in a prom photo, facing each other, their heads turned to the camera. Click. The setting was almost right. Carol felt warm all over at the sight of the two of them standing together so intimately. She had to push this a little further. "Marie, stand in front of your father. Tim, you stand behind her, and put your arms around her waist." Marie giggled. This was fun, just like going out to the prom. Standing in front of her father, she leaned back against him. Tim was unsure of himself. He didn't know how to react. But the sight of his daughter's sweet body in such a sexy dress had had an effect on him. Now, with that body pressed up against him, he felt himself begin to stiffen. Worse, since Marie was in heels, her ass was pressed right against his groin. He tried to create more distance between them. Marie felt him shift away. His arms were around her, however, so she had a leverage point. Grasping his hands, she pulled him tight against her. And she felt him. "Mmmm," she hummed quietly. He wasn't all the way hard, but she could fix that, she knew. She moved her ass over him as if trying to find a comfortable position. At the same time, she pulled his arms higher around her so that her boobs rested on his strong forearms. She wasn't even sure why she was doing it, only that she wanted him to know that she was a grown woman, and that she knew what the effect of her body on him was. Tim was feeling a little panicky. It was like a trap, now, Marie's body the only thing between him and his wife's knowledge of his insane lust. But he couldn't help it. He had to feel Marie against him fully, had to let himself get all the way hard. It was an obsession. He would find a way to hide it from Carol when the time came. "Tim, relax," Carol said. "You look like you're having a heart attack. Show some gratitude to Marie for her efforts." And that was all that it took. Tim allowed himself to feel Marie against him. His cock, now fully hard, stood up in his pants, his daughter's ass against it, nestling him in the crack between her cheeks. He hugged her to him, and she melted into him, her head leaning back on his shoulder. He could smell the fruity odor of her shampoo, so feminine, so lovely. Click. "That's better, Tim." Click. Without thinking, he leaned his head forward and kissed his sweet girl on the neck just where it joined her shoulder, right next to the halter strap. His sex was so hard. And it was so lovingly pressed on by her tight ass. She knew, she had to know, the effect she was having on him. And she accepted it. It was like a dream come true. Click. "That's so sweet, you two. Marie, just give him a kiss back, would you?" The girl looked up at her father, twisting her head to him. Her deep blue eyes, so trusting, so innocent. So loving. She put her lips on his in a soft sweet kiss. Click. Click. Click. "Oh, that's so great, guys. It'll be the perfect addition to the family album." Tim looked up at her, gaze clouded with lust. He blinked. "We'd best be going, honey," he said. Marie spun away from him coquettishly. He had no time to cover up, to hide his erection. Carol stood there, smiling at him. His head spun with the craziness of his actions. "You look all worked up," Carol whispered. "But any man would be, right? Our daughter is quite the little sweetie." "Uh huh," he managed to reply. "Just treat her right. That's all I ask. Treat her like a gentleman." "I will, Carol." What had he just agreed to? ***** Tim was in a daze all the way to the restaurant. It was like Marie was two people at the same time. On the one hand, she was still his daughter, his little girl. He was reminded of that every time he looked at her. But on the other hand, she was this incredibly sexy girl. He had been treated to a flash of her long legs as he had held the car door for her. And the image of her sweet thighs under the dress stuck with him. For her part, Marie was flying high with the knowledge that she had made her father hard just by leaning against him. It was like this power that she had never known she possessed. She thought of her friend Valentine, who had always seemed to have the ability to line cute guys up. Maybe she could give her a run for her money now. At the same time, she felt this sweet love for her father. He was so adorable, so gentle with her. Any guy at school she had been this forward with would have tried to get into her pants by now. But not her father. He was so sweet. Everything seemed so intense. It was like a week-long high for her since their first date. She squeezed her thighs together, feeling her bare lips in their scrap of covering rubbing against each other. God, she never wanted to come down from this. The restaurant was elegant, with dim lighting, secluded booths, and an open dance floor where some couples were already swaying to the soft slow music. There was a live band playing standards. Tim ordered wine without even thinking about it. "So, Mom told me about that first night between you two." Tim choked on his water. Marie giggled at his reaction. "Seriously! You two were so crazy!" "W—what did she tell you?" "Don't play coy, Daddy. She told me she went down on you in the coat closet. When you said she was adventurous, I had no idea that's what you meant!" "Marie, honey, lower your voice a little." Tim looked around. In truth, there was nobody around who could hear. Or would care, for that matter. But he needed a second to gather his thoughts. "Did you like it when she did that?" "Honestly?" Marie nodded. "Yes and no. It was maybe too adventurous for me at that time. I was scared that someone would catch me and I would get a bad rep on my first job." "But yes, also?" She smiled mischievously at him. "Well, for crying out loud, Marie. I am a guy." "And when a girl starts to go down on you, you're not going to stop her." "Most of the time no." "Most of the time?" "All right, all right," he laughed. "All of the time." "Oh, God... it's so sexy to think about the two of you doing that." "Really?" "Yeah, Daddy. Just the thought of what Mom would do in order to make sure that she got you. It's so romantic!" "Huh. I would have thought a young girl like you would have thought it gross." "What, you think I haven't gone down on a guy?" The thought was mind-blowing to Tim. He had never thought about it really, or not in any kind of detail. He had presumed that she had some sexual experience, but not the type of interaction. And now he had a mental picture of those full red lips pursed around some kid's rod. What he had thought would be horrifying instead caused a surge of lust in his groin. "Oh, you have, have you," he said, raising one eyebrow. "Dad!! I am eighteen, you know." "So you have a lot of experience, then, I guess?" "Not a lot, no." His heart felt lighter. She was still innocent. "Still," she continued, "giving blow-jobs is kind of the substitute for full sex nowadays." "I'd heard that." "So, yeah, I have given a few." She smiled easily at her father, who smiled back. How wonderful to have this conversation with him, unfettered by guilt, by shame, by fear. He was really a wonderful guy. "Mom said she did it to make sure she 'got me?'" Tim frowned a little. "Not just for that, Daddy. Don't be worried. She also found you attractive." "Is that all?" "No." She smiled theatrically. "She also said you tasted good." Tim coughed, shocked, and Marie laughed heartily. "Oh, ha, ha," he said, when he had recovered his breath. ***** As dinner went by, and Tim and Marie shared a bottle of wine, they felt completely comfortable with each other. They shared each other's entrees. They watched the dancing couples. They toasted Carol in her absence. "Look at that couple," Marie said while they awaited dessert. "They're really going at it on the floor, aren't they?" Tim looked at the loving pair as they swayed together. They were locked in a deep soul searching kiss, their mouths fixed to each other. Her hands were in his hair; he had one hand on her back, the other on her butt, pulling her to him tightly. They ground their pelvises together. "Yeah, it can get pretty hot in here, sweetie. This place kind of has that reputation." "Really? And people can get away with doing that sort of thing?" "As long as they keep it clean, you know?" Marie watched the couple in silence. It was incredibly sexy to see the two writhe against each other right there in front of her. "Do you want to dance, Daddy?" Tim stared at her. She was entranced by the couple making out on the dance floor. "Uh, I'm not sure that would be appropriate." She laughed. It was a sweet trill of a laugh, girlish, delighted. Her eyes twinkled. "My goodness, Daddy. It's just a dance, you know. Daddies and daughters dance together all of the time." "But not usually in a place like this," he replied, intrigued now. He almost wanted her to convince him. "I didn't think you were square, Daddy. Didn't Mommy make the reservations for us to eat here?" "Hmmm. Yes. Yes, she did." "And she knows it's a dinner and dancing place, right?" Tim started smiling along with his beautiful daughter. "Uh huh. She definitely knows that." "So she probably expects us to dance together. And if she's okay with it, why do you have a problem?" "All right, all right," he laughed. "You've convinced me." Marie stood up and looked down at her handsome father. "Let's go already!" He smiled up at her, and stood up to escort her onto the floor. Once there, she put her arms around his neck, and he held her around the waist. There was a little distance between them, but that would never do. She wanted the whole experience of going out to a grown-up dinner/dancing restaurant. Tightening her arms around his neck, she pulled up right against him, molding her body to his. She felt divine in his arms, so slim, so alive. Her breasts were pushed against his chest, her hips against his. When she moved close to him, his first instinct was to move away, but she laid her head on his shoulder, and he was lost. Lost in the sensations of his girl's closeness. Her will seemed indomitable, just like her mother's. They swayed in time to the music, the dim lights and the other couples around making them feel anonymous, alone. She pushed against him, harder. She sought something more, something to make the feeling complete. She knew deep inside exactly what that was, and how to go about feeling it. And he wanted it as well, had been wanting it ever since the week before when he had pressed into her at the car. The feelings earlier that night when his wife had taken pictures of them simply whetted that desire. He couldn't believe that he could give into the insanity of his desire so easily, but Marie was so real, so there. How could he resist? Her heart sang when he shifted slightly during their dancing, and then reestablished contact. There it was. The evidence of her desirability. The proof that she was so sexy she could excite even her own father. It was like a thick rod placed between them, trapped between their bodies, throbbing with his life, his arousal. But more than that. For her heels had raised her higher than she had been the week before, and those few inches placed his root directly against her mound. And she was on fire, suddenly, the sensitivity of her newly bared skin, even under her clothes, pressed by his erection sending thrills through every part of her. "Mmmmm..." Her little moan was like throwing fuel on a wildfire to Tim. Every bit of his life experience had taught him that a woman's moan like that meant that she was excited herself. He pulled her tighter against him, longing to feel her body with every inch of his own. He let a hand drift down, resting in the small of her back, pulling her midsection closer, if possible. She responded by starting to rhythmically grind her pelvis against his. How crazy was this? She was standing in the middle of a dance floor, swaying just enough to keep up the pretense of dancing, while dry humping her own father. She didn't dare look up at him; even though she knew he was turned on, she still felt embarrassed by her own boldness. The insistent pressure of his cock pushed tight against her pussy, pressing her panties against her labia. By rocking back and forth, she was able to push his hardness against her lips, there on the dance floor. But it wasn't enough. There was too much in the way. "Mmm. Ooh. Oh, Daddy, I have to go to the bathroom. But I wanna dance again when I get back, okay?" Tim could not have mistaken her meaning, especially considering the way she had been rocking against him so deliberately. God, this might be insane, he knew. This was beyond insane. This was so dangerous. But he was beyond the point of reason. His sex was doing all of the thinking for him. Going Out With Daddy Ch. 03 "Okay, sweetie. Whatever you want." She smiled, blushing, still not daring to meet his eyes. With a last little grind against him, she turned and went to the ladies' room. Oh. My. God. She looked at herself in the mirror. Was this girl the kind of girl who acted so slutty on a dance floor? Was this the kind of girl who would rub herself against her man in public? Her man! For crying out loud, he was her father. Shouldn't she be beyond grossed out by this? She thought of her last IM with Valentine. It was still fun. She could keep on doing it. She smoothed her hair and put on fresh lipstick. She had to make herself as alluring as possible. Why not? That was the game, right? She looked at herself again. What the hell. She shrugged and stepped into one of the cubicles. Hiking her dress up around her waist, she put her thumbs in the waistband of her tiny black g-string and pulled it down over her waist. God, this was sooo nasty. But she needed to feel him with less in the way. And this was the only way she could stay in control. The string stuck briefly in the crack of her ass, then pulled free. The moisture of her pussy caused it to cling to her labia, before coming loose with a little wet sound. Shit, she was wet. Fun, this was too much fun. She pulled her dress down and stuck the clammy g-string in her clutch. Exiting the bathroom, she felt like a woman, a sexual being. It was a wild feeling, a sense of her own power. She loved it. She walked with a deliberate swing to her hips. If only all these people knew! If only they knew she was bare underneath. Her dress swung coquettishly around her hips. "You okay, Marie? You look flushed." Tim looked at his daughter with concern in his eyes. She appeared almost feverish. "Better than okay, Daddy. I'm having a blast. Can we dance again?" She was eager, so eager to feel him now. "Sure, Princess. If you're really fine." "C'mon, Daddy! Don't you know you should never make a woman wait?" She stood on tiptoes, almost bouncing in her excitement. She almost wanted him to know, to understand how much of a woman she had become. To know that she was just as adventurous as her mother. He stood and let her lead him back out. In a second, they were back in their clinch, as close as ever. He took the initiative, this time, his hand settling in the lower curve of her back, just above the beginning of her ass. Pulling her to him, he settled himself into the same position as before, his erection still mighty and pulsing between them. The sensations were a thousand times stronger to the teenager. Without those annoying panties in the way, his hardness was right up against her labia. She rocked up onto her toes for a second, feeling the length of him drag across her sex. The root of his erection pressed between her lips for a second as she deliberately rocked her pelvis upward. She settled back down, letting him pull across her hot clit. She trembled, moaning. "Ooh, Daddy. You know..." She paused. Did she dare? Yes. "You know, Daddy, nobody here knows that you're my father. Or that I'm your daughter." She looked up at him, her breath coming fast and shallow. He looked down at her, his eyes unreadable. Oh, God, what would he think of her? She lowered her gaze, suddenly shy. "So. You would like me to treat you as my date, rather than as my daughter?" His voice was husky. He was barely in control. Her breathing caused her breasts to move up and down over his chest. His cock was pushed tight against what he presumed was her sex. "Y—yes." The reply was so soft, the surrender complete. He took a deep breath. But his decision had been made long before. She felt his hands move lower on her body, caressing over her dress, smoothing downwards. Her breath caught, her heart stopped. Oh, Jesus. He was really doing it. Over her butt, her ass, her barely covered ass. Until he was holding her by it, cupping her cheeks in his strong hands, pulling her into his fully hard cock. God, it was amazing. "I think you're a naughty girl, Marie," he whispered. She melted against him, her arms around his chest, her heart against his. "Why, Daddy?" "I didn't feel any panties, honey. Am I right?" "Half right," she murmured. "I didn't start out that way, but my panties are in my purse right now." He felt overheated, knowing he was holding his girl's ass with only the thin dress between his hands and her skin. She moved against him, rocking subtly, still seeking more stimulation. "But there's more, Daddy," she said, looking up at him with shining eyes. "I followed your advice." "What do you mean?" "I went to the salon on Tuesday? And I got rid of all of it. Every hair. It's all waxed." She smiled at him, lust singing in every feature of her face. "Just the way you like it." "Oh, Jesus. Oh, fuck, sweetie." He looked down at her, wildly. "I'm overwhelmed. I don't know what to do." "Then kiss me, silly." And he did. His face came closer and closer to hers, until finally his lips met hers. But this kiss was not the sweet, loving embrace of a week ago. This was hungry. This was searching, yearning, seeking. His tongue entered her mouth, wetly moving against hers, wrestling within the confines of their shared spaces. He had never felt such all-consuming passion. Marie was lost, lost, lost. Such feelings, such sensations. Such desire, burning within her young body. Never had sex, boys, men, never had they felt this way, so intense. This was beyond intense. They pulled apart, fire burning in their eyes. And who knows what might have happened had Tim not heard his name called. "Tim! Tim Mitchell! I thought that was you." His heart plummeted, his face drained of color. Whatever passion he had felt, whatever ardor burned in his cock dissipated in seconds. He pulled away from his girl, whose face was equally shocked. With an ultimate effort of will, he pulled himself together, and turned to face his greeter. Thank God! It was a guy he barely knew, someone he had met once professionally. He racked his brain for the name. Paul Oliver, that was it. "Paul," he said, with a fake heartiness he could not feel. "How the hell are you doing?" His muddled brain recalled what Marie had said. Nobody here knew. Nobody here could know. He had to brave this out. Taking a deep breath, he possessively put his hand right back on Marie's ass. The girl jumped, looking up at him. He smiled down at her, confidently. Or he hoped confidently. Time would tell. "How's business?" The guy was an idiot. He could tell this was going to be fine. "Going great, Paul. May I introduce Marie Collins, my associate?" He had chosen Carol's maiden name. "Marie, this is Paul Oliver. He has a business in the next state over." Marie couldn't believe her father's bravado. But she had to help him out here. This was partly, if not mostly her fault. So she turned on the charm. Turning into her father's side, she clung to him, and held out her right arm to shake the man's hand. Tim could feel her pressing back into him, and he took confidence from it. He presented the image of the self-sure guy out on a date. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Oliver," Marie said in a sultry voice. She turned to her father. "Tim? I think I'd like to get going now." "Of course, Marie. Sorry, Paul, got to go." As he turned, the man leaned in to whisper to him. "Sweet catch, dude." They made it back to the table, where Marie picked up her purse. Tim kept his hand squarely on her ass, and let it slide around her when she stood back up. Hand in hand, they stepped out of the restaurant. In the car, they looked at each other, shaken. Then suddenly, Marie started to laugh. "Your associate, huh?" "Well, it was the best I could do on short notice." He laughed with her. "You played it pretty damned well, you know. I thought your hand on my ass was just perfect." "No way he was going to suspect the truth in that situation, right? And you, too! The way you hung on me like a little trollop. As if you were trying to work your way inside of my clothes!" "Well," she said, dramatically patting her hair. "I do have a flair for acting, you know." "Acting? I suppose so." He grabbed her purse from her lap and opened it. "Daddy! Oh my God!" He pulled out her g-string and dangled it from one finger. "That's quite some acting job, there, Princess!" Tim smiled victoriously, pulling his hand away from her desperate grab. "I can't believe you! God, I am so embarrassed!" But she was smiling, too, happy in the renewal of their intimacy. Tim suddenly realized just what he was holding. It was still warm, and... wet? His cock lurched in his pants. "So." He looked at her, his eyes narrowed. "You really did it? You got the full waxing?" She nodded, her eyes wide. Now it was a little scarier, the game. Now they were alone in the car together. She pushed her legs together, and felt the familiar thrill spread upward. "So this little thing..." He wiggled the g-string. "This little thing was right up against you, wasn't it, honey?" She squeaked nervously, and then nodded slowly. She had invited this. It was still fun, she thought. She watched him intently as he brought the panties up to his face. "Mmmm," he murmured. "Smells good, sweetie." "Oh. My. God. Daddy!" A movement in his lap drew her attention. Once again, his cock had regained strength in his slacks. "Do you think it tastes as good as it smells?" The game was so intense. How could she resist it? Her eyes were glued to him as he stuck his tongue out and gently probed at the gusset of her panties. She nearly swooned at the thought. She needed to regain control. She had to show him. She made up her mind and leaned forward, reaching into his lap. He watched her silently as her hands found his zipper and drew it down... ***** Valygrl18: OMG!!!!!!!!! u did not!!!!!!!!! Marie1990: totally did 2 Valygrl18: o wow i am in awe, grl Valygrl18: that is so beyond anything ive ever done Marie1990: i no, rite? Valygrl18: u have to describe it 2 me Valygrl18: tell me everything Valygrl18: i am so hot rite now Marie1990: so i unzipped him, rite and reached inside Marie1990: and he was so hard, so much longer than i expected Valygrl18: don't write so much at once Valygrl18: can't wait for u to type Marie1990: so hard in my hand and wet 2 drippy like from the end u no? and im like im gonna take this in my mouth? like get real rite? Marie1990: sorry Marie1990: but mi mom did it on their first date Marie1990: so ive got to match up Valygrl18: so sick Valygrl18: luv it Marie1990: so i stick out my tongue and lick at it Marie1990: and hes so cute hes so happy Marie1990: like a big puppy dog Marie1990: panting rite? Valygrl18: lol Marie1990: and i drag my tongue all the way up Marie1990: god im getting hot now 2 Valygrl18: u got no idea grl Valygrl18: actually touching myself rite now Marie1990: ew Marie1990: whatev Valygrl18: ur fault u no Marie1990: i guess Marie1990: the end of his thing was really big Marie1990: like the biggest ive seen Marie1990: so i lick all around it first Marie1990: like an ice cream cone u no Valygrl18: 2 hot Valygrl18: mmmm Marie1990: and then take it into my mouth Marie1990: totally filled me up Marie1990: but got me sooooo fukn hot Valygrl18: i bet Marie1990: me the slut Marie1990: in my car Marie1990: with my dads cock in my mouth Valygrl18: O Valygrl18: o shit Marie1990: rite? Marie1990: i try to take more in Marie1990: but the angles all wrong Marie1990: not that he cares Marie1990: hes all moaning and shit Marie1990: with his hands on the back of my head Marie1990: mmmmm Valygrl18: hear that Marie1990: so hot in my mouth Marie1990: and salty Valygrl18: lol rite Marie1990: but nice Marie1990: cant believe i just wrote that Marie1990: but its true Marie1990: and then i hear him trying to warn me Valygrl18: sooooo fukn hot Marie1990: but i remember what mom told me Marie1990: that he tasted good Valygrl18: fuk Valygrl18: oooooo Marie1990: so i stay right there Marie1990: and suk harder u no Valygrl18: mmmmmmmmmmm Marie1990: and he cums Marie1990: rite in my mouth Marie1990: so much so hot Marie1990: it dribbles out even when i swallow Marie1990: and i cum too Marie1990: couldnt believe it Marie1990: without him even doing anything Valygrl18: fuk Valygrl18: i came 2 Valygrl18: nasty grl Valygrl18: were gonna have 2 much fun when u get here Marie1990: i no rite? Valygrl18: now what Valygrl18: i mean with ur dad Marie1990: dunno Marie1990: but its still fun Marie1990: rite? Valygrl18: totally Marie1990: luv n kisses Valygrl18: rite back at u Going Out With Daddy Ch. 04 Tim woke up in an empty bed, and lay there for a good twenty minutes, thinking about the events of the night before. Had it really happened, or had it all been a dream? Things had moved so fast, it seemed like a vision rather than a memory. Dancing slow and tight with Marie, holding that sweet ass in his hands... The hot kiss with her on the dance floor... Her tongue in his mouth and his in hers... The surreal encounter with that guy and the charade that he and Marie were on a hot date. Charade? Who was he kidding? That had been more real at that moment than if he had come out with the truth. Christ. And then in the car. He had been out of control, holding his little girl's panties in his hands. They had still been warm, and the musky odor that had come off of them had enraged his senses. Knowing that his little girl had taken them off to dance with him, and that the smell that arose from the scanty item had come from her most secret areas. Even better, that they smelled that way because of being with him. He had had to taste it, and so he put his tongue to the lacy thing. His own daughter's juices in his mouth, the product of her pussy (bare, oh God, bare) spreading over his tastebuds. So tangy, and yet so sweet, honey to his senses. His hand found his sex under the sheets, touching himself as he recalled his crazy actions. He was unsurprised to find himself hard again. This was an endless source of eroticism now. And how could he feel bad about it? Marie had actually gone down on him, just like Carol. Christ! In the car, in the darkness of the poorly lit parking lot, his daughter had unzipped him and pulled out his hard cock. She had leaned down and licked him from root to tip in a wet swirl of tongue and breath. He had moaned, unsure of what to do, how to react. When she reached the top, her sweet red lips had encircled his head, taking it into the warm cavern of her mouth. The position had been awkward, and his pants were tight around him. These were the only reasons he hadn't exploded right at that very second into the depths of his girl's mouth. His hands fell onto her head, resting lightly in her thick brown hair. He had closed his eyes, his head falling back. She had tried to take more of him, but there wasn't space, so she had hummed contentedly around the end, moving her head in short little jerks. And the crisis came upon him, rushing up from his balls. He had tried to warn her, he thought, stroking his erection more firmly now. But the sweet girl had only increased her sucking, and he had burst forth into her mouth. It was the built up pressure of that night's teasing, combined with all of the week-long glimpses of her hot little body. Oh, God. What a feeling. The orgasm had been awesome, but the added spice was the feeling of Marie gulping to keep up with his ejaculation. His daughter, swallowing his spend with gusto, élan. She had moaned around his cock in between swallows, her body trembling in its own right. And then she had sat up, a little dribble of glistening creamy white running down her chin. She smiled at him, her face red from the exertion, a little sweaty, her eyes moist. She deliberately ran a finger through the excess sperm on her face and held it up to examine it. Then she slowly sucked it off of her finger, her eyes never leaving his. "Mmm," she had said, smiling wickedly. "Tasty. Just like Mom said!" Tim masturbated harder at the thought, the memory of the little minx slutting it up for him, there in the front seat of the family car. Reminding him of her mother at that moment! So bold... "Tim! Are you up yet?" His wife's steps on the stairs brought him to his senses. What the hell was going on around here? His hand flew off of his cock, and he turned on his side away from the door so that she wouldn't be able to see how hard he was. "Uh, yeah, just waking up, hon." Carol came in. Tim looked a little red in the face. She had a guess as to what he was doing. He hadn't done it the night before when he had come in, which was different from the week before. She had wondered whether that meant things had progressed further. Now she wasn't sure. "Well, it's about time, sleepyhead," she teased. "I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to wake up. Marie, too. I think she's still zonked out in her room. I've got some breakfast ready for you, if you want it." "Sure," Tim muttered. "I'll be down in a minute." As she left, he thought about the events of the last week, especially how Carol had seemed to encourage him in this developing relationship. But no, that wasn't possible. It was just his overheated imagination. Carol couldn't possibly want him and Marie... In any case, his erection was gone now, so he got up and made his way downstairs. ***** Marie1990: so now im going to tan in my new suit Valygrl18: isnt ur mom there Marie1990: yeah but she bought it 4 me :0 Valygrl18: is it hot Marie1990: maybe 2 much Marie1990: wait Marie1990: ill show u Valygrl18: wow Valygrl18: ur gonna show that much skin Marie1990: u think its 2 much? Valygrl18: not 4 spring break Valygrl18: u look sweet in it no doubt Valygrl18: but 4 ur dad? Marie1990: but thats the point rite Marie1990: the tease Marie1990: 2 see him panting like a puppy Valygrl18: it was more than a tease last nite Valygrl18: still hot thinkin about it Marie1990: that was on a date Marie1990: lol Valygrl18: snort Marie1990: this is in our backyard Marie1990: nothings gonna happen there Valygrl18: rite Valygrl18: if u say so Valygrl18: but i wanna hear all the details anyway Marie1990: wish me luck Valygrl18: luck grl ***** Marie took a deep breath, steeling her nerve, before opening the door to the back yard deck. She was already moist between her legs, just at the thought of presenting herself this way to her father's eyes. Sure, they had already crossed the line the night before. But this was in front of her mother, and no matter how relaxed she might be, Marie couldn't imagine that she would be happy with what had happened after dinner. The morning sunshine was bright and hot, with a refreshing breeze that picked up every now and again, sending little ripples reflecting off of the pool. It was a perfect morning for sunning. Her mother and father were already relaxing in deck chairs, sipping coffee and reading the paper. She made her way past her father, letting her shadow cross over him. "Morning, Daddy," she said in a soft voice. Tim looked up, but all he could see at first was her outline, the sun behind her obscuring all detail. "Oh, hey, sweetie," he replied. "What are y-" He stopped short in mid-sentence as she moved out of the sunshine and he took in her tiny swimsuit. Swimsuit? It was more like a walking advertisement for sex. "Marie! Is that one of the new bikinis we bought?" "Yeah, Mom. Is it all right?" "Let me see," Carol said, standing up to get a better look at her daughter. Marie stepped towards her, and then slowly turned around. It was nominally a string bikini, the strings in red, the fabric of the bikini itself in white. However, it was mostly string, and much less bikini. The top had two triangular patches to cover her breasts, but they were small. Even on Marie's less than voluptuous chest, they simply perched on the curves of her tits, covering merely the puffy areoles and nipples. The bottom curve of her breasts sat underneath the triangles, and Carol couldn't help but admire the way they jutted outward rather than hanging down. The bottom was even smaller, the red strings running above her hips before coming down to the tiny patch of white pretending to modestly cover her sex. The triangle here was only about an inch and a half wide, and only came up halfway where her pubic hair used to be. The material was thin, and molded itself to the contours of her pussy, so that Carol could easily make out an indentation down the middle, a vertical line proclaiming the presence of her labia beneath. In the back, the strings came together in a minuscule triangle of white just at the top of her ass. From there, a red string disappeared between her luscious ass cheeks to connect underneath at the center of her womanhood. "Wow." Carol whistled. "Very sexy, sweetie. Don't you think so, Tim?" She looked over at her husband, who was still staring at his daughter. "You can close your mouth, honey. It's just Marie, after all." Mother and daughter giggled together, and Tim blinked, embarrassed. "Well, what do you think, Daddy," Marie asked sweetly. "Do you like it?" "Uh, yeah, honey, sure. I guess I do," he stuttered, red in the face. "I think he more than likes it," Carol said in a stage whisper. "I think he really loves it." "Yeah, me too," Marie smiled. "Did you get everything taken off?" Carol turned back to Marie and held her at arms length, looking down at her bare stomach and the hairless expanse of skin below. "Uh huh," the girl said simply. "See?" And she pulled her bikini bottom away from her stomach so that her mother could see down the front. "Mmm. Very nice. I know your father would approve," she laughed musically. Tim snapped his eyes back to his paper. He was envious of the view his wife had just been afforded. And worse, he was getting hard yet again, here, in his back yard, with Carol right there! He bent his knees and settled the paper against his legs to hide the growing tent in his pants. "But listen, Marie. Don't forget to put a lot of sunscreen on. It's very bright today, and you've got a lot of skin there which hasn't been exposed yet." "I know, right? You can totally see where my old suit covered, especially on my boobs." She traced the border of her untanned skin across her chest with one fingernail. "Would you put some on my back? I'm gonna start on my stomach." Marie really wanted her father to put it on, but she couldn't think of a good reason to ask him without seeming suspicious. "Sure, honey. Why don't you get situated, and I'll put it on." Marie made her way to the chair next to her father and lay down on it face first, her head turned away from him. She wanted him to be able to look at her as much as he wanted, without worrying about what she thought. Let him see just how much of a woman she was now. Carol took the sunscreen and made a big show of squirting some into her hands and rubbing it together to get it warm. Her plans were in place. Just when she put her hands on Marie's shoulders, the phone rang. Perfect timing. "Tim, could you get that? My hands are full right now." "Uh huh," Tim replied, getting up and shuffling awkwardly to the table where his wife's cell was ringing. "Hi. Tim here." "Oh, hey, Tim. It's Don. Mom around?" Tim's step-son Don had always called him by his first name. It had been by design when he married the boy's mother. "Sure. Hang on a sec. Carol? It's Don for you." "Darn. Tell him to hang on a sec." Carol stood up and wiped her hands on a towel, then took the phone. "Tim, could you finish up here? I don't want Marie to get too much sun without protection." And she stood up and walked into the house. She had to give the two of them some space. Tim looked down at his lovely daughter. So much skin there to see, especially from the back, where there were only the strings from her top and bottom interrupting the lovely flow of femininity. He looked up to see Carol disappearing into the house. "Hurry up, Daddy. I don't want to get skin cancer, you know." This was too much. He had been given permission... no, he had been told that he needed to rub his daughter down by his wife. The lotion that Carol had put on Marie's upper back was still there, waiting for him to soothe it into her warm skin. Marie sighed when she felt the weight of her father's knee on the side of the chair. Thank God! He was going to do it. She had been worried that he would balk, even with her mom's insistence. "Hang on," she murmured. "Just undo the strings of my top, 'kay? I don't want any lines across there." Was it too much? No, she felt the tug at the upper bow, the knot giving way, the strings pulled to the side and dropped on either side of her neck. Then, the gentle pulling at the bow across the middle of her back, the give as the knot surrendered, the coolness of the breeze on the now exposed sides of her breasts. She might as well have been naked there in front of him for all that the little string covered at the base of her back. His cock, semi-hard before, pulsed along his leg, down the inside of his trunks. He wanted to savor this vision. Her head was still turned away from him, her hair in that cute teen pony-tail. He lifted it and pushed it to the side so he could properly attend to all of that skin. She had never felt so exposed in all her life. What a rush! So little kept secret, here in the open, under the blazing eye of the sun. His hands descended, making contact with her shoulders, rubbing the silky lotion around in loving circles. She gasped at his touch, the feel of his strong hands, so male, so wrong, but so wonderful. He couldn't believe how soft she was. She was still so young, so fresh. Every inch of her was perfection. The feel of her hard young muscles under her sweet skin, the protrusion of her bones, the curve of shoulder into upper arm, scapula to spine. It was a wonder to behold and feel. His hands dipped around her arms, circling them, lifting them. She felt limp before him, relaxed, accepting. Whatever he wanted to do... God, was there enough time? He wanted to do this right, but how could he with Carol just inside the house? Pulling back on an arm lifted her torso slightly. She made no complaint, no reprimand. Her right breast pulled away from the cushion, teasing him with its weight, the tip still in contact, hidden from his view. He reluctantly let her back down, only to repeat the same on the other side, although now he couldn't even see anything because he was stuck over here. He sighed; he was frustrated, she could tell. She wondered if he was hard, as hard as the night before. Oh, fuck. The night before. Just the thought of it made her hot, squirmy, tingly. That and his hands... "Daddy?" He stopped short, his hands frozen in her upper back. "No, don't stop, please. I just have... uh, like a question?" "Okay, Princess," he murmured. He had been worried for a second, worried that she would stop him, that she would be upset for some reason. He was finished with her arms, and started to work lotion down the center of her back. He massaged it in, working from the center out. "Uh... Mmm. Feels really nice, Daddy." "Your question?" "Right. Uh." She giggled nervously. "How big are you?" "Huh? I guess about one-eighty, one-eighty-five." His hands slipped along the curve of her torso at the sides of her back. Her ribs felt familiar somehow, and he found himself recalling tickling her when she was much younger, just along here. "No, silly," she laughed. "Not how much do you weigh. How big are you?" Her emphasis made her meaning clear. He was fully hard now, his trunks constraining him down the leg. But he didn't want to adjust it right now. Carol could come out at any second and it would be easier to hide this way. "What, you couldn't tell?" His whisper had a teasing quality to it. His hands worked along her sides now, inching upward. Did he dare? Would he really touch her, here, now, with Mom just inside the house? Just the thought was so hot, so erotic, she had to wiggle under his caress. "You mean last night?" Her boldness was beyond belief. Maybe it was just that she wasn't looking at him. She felt like she could say anything. "No, I couldn't tell. Too dark. Plus I couldn't really get at all of you, you know?" His fingertips grazed at the edges of her breasts. They pushed out from the side of her torso, squashed by the weight of her body. He skirted them lightly, at least nominally covering the skin behind them with the sunscreen. "Do you think I'm naughty for asking, Daddy? I'm just, like, curious. I want to know how you compare to like other guys I've been with." "Have you been with many?" "Oh, my," she giggled. "Now who's the naughty one? Seriously, Daddy. Do you want to know?" His hands had crept onto the sides of her breasts now. So cautious, so careful. He was like a puppy dog, seeing what he could get away with. It was so cute. "Well, I, uh... I just worry that..." "Aww, Daddy. Were you hoping that I was a virgin still? Pure and innocent and all that shit?" He gasped at her frankness, his hands frozen at the edges of her tits. "Well, Daddy dearest, I'm no virgin, but I'm no slut either, get it? I've only ever been with a couple of guys." "Uh, maybe that was more information than I wanted," he admitted. "Too bad. You get what you ask for," she teased. He relaxed at her tone of voice. He had been afraid he had offended her. His fingers started moving again, massaging the sides of her breasts. The flesh was so resilient and yet so soft. "So, anyway, you still haven't answered my question." "Um, I'm not sure I should." "Hmph. You're no fun. Mmm. Your fingers feel nice, though." He had let himself advance even further, so that his hands were now caressing the entire visible portion of her cute tits. "Let's see..." Her right hand was suddenly on the inside of his leg, perilously close to the opening of his trunks. He gasped in shock. She was so close to the tip of his cock! "If I remember rightly, I should get my answer somewhere around here," she giggled, her fingers tickling lightly along his sensitive inner thigh. "Marie!" His hands were still on her breasts as he looked down in shock at her questing hand. "What are you worried about, Daddy? That Mommy might see? That she might see her daughter, with her hand where it don't ought to be?" "Uh... I—I don't think..." "Don't think what, Daddy?" Her fingers were inside his trunks now, and he involuntarily jerked slightly, moving back so they came back out. Christ, why didn't he just grab her hand and move it? Carol was just inside the house. But instead he simply watched as she moved back to reclaim the lost territory. "I'm pretty sure you're not thinking right now, Daddy." Those slim fingers slipped further up and touched the tip of his throbbing erection. "Mmm. I thought it was pretty big, and it certainly feels that way." A gentle fingertip circled the head, before slipping up beyond the flare of its rim. "Feels kinda tight in here, you know?" Tim groaned, his eyes closed. He couldn't move if his life depended on it. All of his senses were fixated on that light touch. "I just wanna know how big it is, Daddy. Is that so wrong? I don't know if I can tell like this. Hang on a sec..." Her little hand grasped around the end of his shaft, and with a flick, she somehow managed to push his trunks back so that his erect cock could stand up, freed from its prison. "Mmmm. Yeah, that's better, right?" "Uh, y—yeah, it is better," he stammered, staring down at the sight of her sweet little hand on his inflamed organ. Her fingers barely wrapped around it, and it throbbed in her grasp. "Daddy, you're not rubbing. You have to massage the sunscreen in, you know." She laughed. Her head was still turned away from him, but he knew her mischievous smile. "Like this, silly." Her hand stroked down his erection, smoothly, slowly, until her pinky came up against the base. "Hey, guys!" Tim nearly fainted when he heard Carol's voice behind him. His hands jumped of their own accord, finding safe ground in the middle of his daughter's back. Thankfully, he had his back to the deck, so that his exposed cock was hidden from his wife's view. He knew that the shock would allow him to go down when Marie let him go, so he thought he should be okay. Going Out With Daddy Ch. 04 But his daughter kept a tight grip on him, imperceptibly shifting back and forth at the base of his thick cock. Oh, Christ, what was he going to do? "Don asked me to go get some stuff from Home Depot for him," Carol called down. She found it interesting that neither Tim nor Marie had turned to look at her. Could they be... No, they wouldn't be that bold, right? "How long are you going to be," Marie called out. Tim noted the emphasis on the word long and grunted in surprise. This was insane! His cock refused to go down. He couldn't concentrate on it at all. If anything, it was getting harder, if possible. His hands aimlessly wandered around Marie's back. "Probably about an hour or so. What are you guys going to do?" "Hard to say," the girl replied, barely suppressing the mirth in her voice. This was too much fun, for sure. Her hand slipped up the length of her father's dick. There was some nice slippery pre-cum at the top, which she used to slither back down slickly. "We'll think of something, I'm sure." Carol's quick eye caught the movement of her daughter's arm. Oh, my God! The minx! Right in front of her! This was too perfect. Tim still hadn't said anything. Probably petrified she was going to find out. Well, maybe she could torture him a little. "Have you seen my sunglasses, Tim?" "What? Uh, no. No, I haven't." Oh, please, God don't let them be down here. "I think I left them by my chair over there. Do you see them?" The poor man looked frantically over by his wife's abandoned chair. There was her iced tea, and a book, but he didn't see the sunglasses. Oh God, if she came down, what would he do? "Uh, I don't think so, Carol. Did you look inside?" "Oh, for crying out loud, Tim. Do I have to do everything?" He heard take the first step down. He tensed, desperate. He could fling himself into the pool. It would look weird, but better that than her finding out. Marie giggled to herself. Despite her father's obvious tension, his cock was still as hard as ever. She tickled lightly up and down the length of his shaft, then gripped him more tightly. With a twisting motion she stroked downward. He groaned softly. "Oh, wait. Here they are! On the top of my head. What an idiot I am for not noticing before. I sometimes think I can't see things right in front of my eyes!" Her steps reversed and she started across the deck. "See you in an hour, guys!" She stopped just at the back door. "And keep up the good work there, Tim. Make sure you cover everything, especially any area that's white. We don't want our sweet girl to get burned." Things were definitely going well. Now she had removed any worries about her interrupting them, she thought, as she got into her car and drove away. "Fuck, Marie! What the hell do you think you're doing?" "Well, Daddy, if you'd like simply answered the question, I wouldn't have had to undertake investigative measures." She still held him lightly. "Still! To do that, with your mother right there!" "You didn't do much to get away, I noticed," she said calmly, her hand squeezing and releasing him rhythmically. "That's beside the point, Marie." "Is it?" Her little hand started stroking him again. Oh, God, he was out of control. "Whatev, Daddy." He had to do something, move somehow, but the sight of his daughter's pretty hand moving on his deep red erection was entrancing. Finally, he broke away and moved down to the foot of the bed. He was going to punish her for her inconceivably careless behavior. He was going to punish her by... Well, he didn't know exactly how, but it had to start down here at her feet. Getting fresh sunscreen on his hands, he went to work on her left foot, rubbing it in in smooth caresses up to her calf. "Oooh, Daddy," she purred. "That's nice." From his position, she knew that he would have an outrageous view of her. She tried to imagine it: her long legs, smooth and tan, coming together at the base of her ass, where hardly anything covered her. She hoped she looked as luscious as she felt. It was the point, wasn't it? To make him see just how much of a woman she had become. Tim's eyes were fixed on the junction of her legs. The way she was lying, with her legs together, he couldn't see much. But he had to. He moved up to her calf and subtly pulled it outward an inch, two inches. That wasn't really enough yet, at least not to see everything. The other leg would be next. "This one time? I was with this guy, you know?" Her singsong voice caught him by surprise. What was she doing? "Uh huh," he said, starting to work on her other foot. "So I'm going down on him, right?" His breath caught in his throat. Jesus! Was she trying to give him a heart attack? "Marie! I thought I said I didn't want to hear about this stuff!" She got up on one elbow to look over her shoulder at him. He could see the side of her right breast come away from the cushion and hang down in a sweet cone shape. "No, wait, it's like totally relevant, okay?" She smiled sweetly at him, and then settled down. Deliberately, as she lay down, she let her legs fall apart a little. Had to reward him, at the very least, for putting up with her tease. Tim could see the crease of her bikini bottom between her thighs, there, covering in its little pouch the hidden sex beneath. That little mound, the symbol of her womanhood, that he knew was completely bare. Oh, God, how smooth it must feel! "So, anyway, he's in my mouth, and he's like grunting and panting the way guys do, you know? And I'm like a little bored, actually, 'cause it's taking so long for him to get off." Tim was enthralled by her story. God, she sounded so blasé about the whole thing. As if it happened all the time. She could have been telling him about going to the mall. He had progressed up her leg to the calf on this side. With a little pressure, this leg came out a couple of inches also. There. In full daylight, the sun streaming over her ass and between her spread thighs, there was her sweet sex, encased in the white bikini bottom. The fabric was tight against her, so tight that it felt like every detail of her teenaged pussy was painted on. He could see the individual labia, the crease between, the little spread at the top. His tongue crept out to moisten his suddenly dry lips. "So, I guess my concentration must have slipped or something, and I wasn't holding on to him in the way I usually do. And he has his hands on my head, not like controlling me or anything, but you know, guiding me. And we hear a sound at the door, and he jerks forward at the same time as I'm moving forward on him, you know?" Tim looked down at himself, somehow surprised to see that his hard cock was still outside of his trunks. Oh, well. Nobody here anyway. With some luck, maybe he could move it against her a little. As he watched, a bead of pre-cum bubbled out, and dribbled off of the tip. Fascinated, he stared as it slowly dripped down in a long drawn-out string from the end of his cock. Finally, it made contact with the back of Marie's calf, and coalesced there into a perfect glistening drop. Fuck, that was so hot, he thought. "So, next thing I know, Daddy, he's all the way inside of my mouth, all of him buried in my throat. Such a weird feeling, you know? I didn't even gag or anything. I must have like instinctively swallowed when he got close to the back of my mouth." Holy crap. Tim returned his concentration to her story. Was she telling him that she had deep-throated some teenaged kid? "And we both freeze, like we don't know what to do? He has his hands tight on the back of my head, and it feels so strange, I'm like crammed full of his cock, every bit of my mouth taken up with this big thing." Tim's hands were now on the back of her thighs, just above her knees. To reach comfortably, he put one knee between her spread legs. He was in a haze of lust now. Everything was blocked out except the sound of her voice, the feel of her skin, the pulsing of his erection. How lewd was it, to be kneeling between his daughter's legs, his cock out, while she told him about blowing some guy? "And that's when he came, you know? The first shot went like straight down! Daddy, can you believe it? He had the nerve to come like that! I had no choice but to swallow the stuff." "Uh, I, uh, I thought you liked to swallow..." Had he just said that? "No, silly, only yours! I'm no blow-job slut, you know. Going down on a guy is just a way to be close without going all the way, right?" That was some twisted logic, Tim thought, but he was in no position to preach. His hands were working their way up. With little caresses and sweeps he moved from outside to inside her legs. He was so close, ever closer to that little patch of material. Now his thumbs were just inches away. Marie felt how close he was as well. Her little body was hot as hell, sizzling under the combination of everything that had happened in the last twenty minutes. She was practically wiggling under his touch. He was so confident, so manly. So wonderful and cute! "So he like pulls out quickly, and the other shots go where they're supposed to go. You know... On my face and chest rather than in my mouth. And he's like spluttering an apology. As if!" "Uh huh, Marie. I'm beginning to wonder what the point of the story is." Although just hearing about his girl's face painted with come is a pretty darned good point, actually. His thumb brushed up against the edge of her bikini bottom, there between her legs. It felt wet there, he noted. "Mmmmm... Yeah, I'm just about to get there, Daddy." He moved up a little higher between her legs. She felt his movement, and accommodated him by spreading her legs a little more. God, she was so opened in front of him. He marveled at the sight of her tight ass, and he was inspired to move up there. "Plenty of white skin here, sweetie," he remarked huskily as his hands skipped up onto her butt. So hot, so firm! "So. The point. The point is, Daddy, is that I could take that guy all the way in, don't you see? So if you would just tell me how big you are, I would know if I could do the same thing to you!" Oh, God. That was too hot. He felt himself pulsing, and he closed his eyes, desperately trying to stave off the climax he felt building in his balls. He thought about his business, the books, the upcoming events he had to plan. The moment passed, and the urge subsided. He opened his eyes again. Around the fingers of his left hand, there was a small pool of pearly pre-cum, running down the curves of his daughter's ass to collect at the small of her back. He quickly caught the sticky liquid with his fingers and began to massage it into her ass cheeks. "Well?" So saucy. He stared at his hands as they pulled the teenager's cheeks to the side. With her legs spread and her cheeks pulled apart, he had a perfect view between them into the valley of her ass. It was an amazing sight, the paler skin that used to hide behind her modest bathing suits now exposed to the sun, the thin red string that ran right down the center, and there, in the deepest portion, the darker skin of her anus spread out on either side of the string, the crinkled flesh a deep pink color. She knew what he was looking at, and it made her squirm. It was as if his eyes had fingers of their own; she could feel his gaze on that most private of places. God, if the string weren't there, he would even see the tiny hole at the center. She had never thought of her ass as being particularly sensitive, but at this point, with all of the mental and physical stimulation, every bit of her body felt like an erogenous zone. It felt like he had dribbled more sunscreen on her, although she wasn't sure how he might have done that, as both of his hands were on her the whole time. Still, he was massaging the lotion deeper and deeper into her ass, his thumbs once again approaching her most private unseen areas. "I'm... ooh... I'm waiting, D—daddy." Her voice was so sultry now, so full of longing. The invitation was there, and he wasn't going to refuse it. His thumbs passed over from pale to pink skin, pulling on the edges of her anus. She shuddered. So wrong... "You're waiting, Princess?" He had regained confidence. This was okay. This was all right. "You want me to tell you how big I am?" "No—I mean, yes... no... oh, God..." His cock was continuously dripping at this point, leaving the length of it slippery and wet. The tip of his thumb slipped under the tiny string and settled directly on her ass hole. He felt it twitching under the pad of his thumb. His sweet innocent daughter was lifting her hips at him, desperate to get the finger to move, to make it go somewhere, in, down, to increase stimulation. "I'll be happy to show you how big I am," he whispered, pushing against that sweet little hole. The muscles resisted his pressure, and she moaned. With a smile, he let his thumb push off of that lovely spot and slip across the tiny space between ass hole and pussy to settle at the base of her womanhood. "Mmmmm... Ohhhhh," she moaned. "Daddy, oh God, Daddyyyyy, pleeease..." He moved above her, one hand on the cushion by her side, the other remaining between her legs. Slowly lowering himself, he gently placed the tip of his straining member directly on the just vacated space. His thumb slipped inside her dripping pussy, surrounded by the slick flesh of his daughter. So hot... "Let's see how long I am, Marie. Let's see how long it takes to get from the tip to the base, shall we?" Marie was going wild. Was he really going to... to fuck her? Was he really going to push that huge thing into her tiny butt? She couldn't stay still. It was so hot, even more so because she couldn't see him. Her eyes stayed tightly shut. Even that thick thumb deep inside of her felt like heaven to the overheated girl. God, the head of him felt so thick, so hot, so... wide! Pressure then, pushing, and she raised her hips against him. But he had other ideas, and the tip of his cock slipped off of her ass hole and into the crack of her valley. The shaft stayed in thrilling contact with her anus, every millimeter of contact a tingling explosion of pleasure. "One inch," he whispered. The movement against her was agonizingly slow. The thumb inside of her didn't thrust, made no crude movements. And yet it was somehow slowly stimulating her in the most insane ways. "Oooooohhhhh," she whined. She wriggled against him, her cheeks forming a sweet cleft for him to move through. The sunscreen and his pre-cum mixed together to create a delightful lubrication. It was as hot as he could have hoped for. "Two inches." She could feel her excitement building up, a wave rising through her, a desire so intense, so vibrant, so... wrong. It was all the more exciting because it was wrong. How could she be this girl? Where did this come from? "Three inches." He was in complete control. He knew to the second when his climax would come. He knew that she would come at the same time. It was like being the leader of a perfectly tuned orchestra. Everything worked together exactly. The pressure against her anus was exquisite and constant, the drag of his skin over her tender bud like a soft tongue against her most guarded place. And his thumb felt like it was vibrating inside of her. She had a mini-orgasm, a shudder, just a preview of the huge wave that was mounting inside of her. "Four inches." Her trembling added sensation to the delight of moving against her. His balls were between her thighs now, approaching the back of his hand. He couldn't imagine how it had come to this, only where it would go from here. Limitless possibilities... "Five inches." His whispering voice was right behind her, right at her ear. His breath was hot and sweet. His hand against her pussy was pushing her deep into the cushion. Her clit felt the pressure and throbbed in pleasure. "Six inches." "Oh... Oh, fuck... oh, God..." She was moaning continuously. Somehow his hand twisted, and his thumb moved inside her, and now the web of his palm was directly against her clit. Now his balls came to rest against her pussy, the heat and wetness like a balm to the cool breeze. He knew she was almost there. So was he. "Seven inches, baby," he husked, and pushed hard against her clit, at the same time pressing the base of his cock directly on her anus. "OHHHHHH!!" With a wrench, Marie spasmed beneath him, shuddering, trembling. At the same time, his own climax exploded, forcing his seed up his shaft with a force beyond belief. It spattered between their bodies wetly, splashing on her back nearly up to her neck in several jets. He collapsed on top of her, his weight pushing the breath out of her for a second. His cock throbbed between them, her pussy clenched on his thumb. His breath was harsh on the back of her neck, and then, slowly, slowly, their heart rates came down. He gently disengaged from her, his slowly wilting cock sucking away from her ass. He carefully pulled his thumb out from her and looked down on his sweaty, exhausted, sated daughter. The bottom was skewed, the string out of her ass, but the little pouch had fallen back into place over her sex. She still looked hot, the image of a satisfied woman. "That's all there is, Princess." She moaned softly, still basking in the aftershock of her intense orgasm. "So?" "Hmmm?" She wasn't sure what he was asking. "So, do you know now? Whether you would be... uh, able to..." "What?" She looked over at him dreamily, her eyes blinking in the dazzling sunlight. "Oh! Whether I could take all of you?" She smiled lazily, a wicked glint in her eye. "Oh, Daddy, I don't know. I have no idea how big that guy was!" "Why, you—" He gaped at her, then laughed, turning away and rolling his eyes. "You little tease, you." But he was delighted, not upset. She giggled, then turned her head away again. "Mmm, Daddy. I like the new lotion you used on me. Could you make sure it's all rubbed in? Especially the white areas..." Going Out With Daddy Ch. 05 Author's Note: My apologies for the delay! There were some formatting problems, now solved, I hope. On with the story! Marie1990: and then he came all over my back Valygrl18: no fukn way Marie1990: and i came at the same time Valygrl18: so hot grl Marie1990: i wore his cum on my back all day Marie1990: even when mom came home Valygrl18: soooo nasty Marie1990: i no rite? Marie1990: never knew i was so twisted Valygrl18: god i wanna touch myself reading this Marie1990: nothing stopping u grl Valygrl18: seriously? u wont mind? Marie1990: who am i to tell u what 2 do? Marie1990: i always thought u were the nasty grl Marie1990: now see what i can do Valygrl18: mm nice Marie1990: u are nasty Valygrl18: thts me ll the tme Marie1990: what do u want 2 hear Valygrl18: tll me wht it felt like Marie1990: hot hard and long Marie1990: burning against my little butt Valygrl18: yum Marie1990: it took forever to get to the end Marie1990: not that i wanted it 2 Marie1990: and his thumb inside me Marie1990: my fathers thumb! Valygrl18: ooo Marie1990: everything so slippery Marie1990: n hot Marie1990: n wet Valygrl18: ooooooo Marie1990: i could feel him pulsing Marie1990: like he had his heart on my butt Valygrl18: O Marie1990: really? Marie1990: val? Marie1990:!? Valygrl18: sorry Valygrl18: that got me 2 hot Marie1990: good one? Valygrl18: totally Valygrl18: what now? Marie1990: moms going out tonight Marie1990: 2 see my half-bro round ur way Valygrl18: no shit Valygrl18: just u and ur dad? Marie1990: yup Marie1990: just lil ol me and my dad Valygrl18: what are u gonna do? Marie1990: whatevers fun Valygrl18: wow Valygrl18: u get serious props from me grl Valygrl18: good luk Marie1990: ill keep you posted ***** This wasn't like teasing high school guys. They were always falling over themselves, suddenly clumsy if she acted innocently sexy. They had no subtlety, no experience. Even the guys who acted all cocky and confident fell apart when she or one of her friends bent over to pick up something off of the floor, or to tie a shoelace. And she would walk away with her girls, heads together, giggling and whispering about this guy or that. It was all a huge roiling of hormones. And that was fun, too. But this was so much more... complicated. Her father had surprised her over and over again when her mother had been out at the store. It had started out just like any other tease, although maybe she had taken it a step too far by touching him while her mother was just there on the deck. But he had moved away from her handjob. He had taken control. He had teased her, and then... oh God, then! How intense it had all been. Her mom had left to go to Don's house twenty minutes before. She would be gone at least until late. She had been known to stay over there from time to time. Marie was trembling as she looked at the outfit she had laid out for herself. She took a deep breath and started to get dressed. She was nervous, but she was excited as well. Tim looked around the kitchen. Nothing seemed to make sense any more. Ever since Carol had told him she was heading over to Don's house with the stuff he had asked her to buy, and that she would stay over there for dinner, he had been in a state of nervous excitement. What was going to happen? What should happen? What should he allow to happen? This was his daughter for Christ's sake, his own flesh and blood, and he couldn't stop thinking about her. God, the things he had done with her... to her... Any normal father would be dying of guilt, horribly ashamed. But not him. He was inflamed. He needed her. He longed for her. He was... so hard... He threw up his hands in disgust. Clearly, he wasn't going to get anything cooked for dinner tonight. He could barely focus on anything. They would have to go out again tonight. And as he thought it, his heartbeat picked up, and he felt that delicious tingle running through his body. ***** He glanced over at her, sitting in the passenger seat. God, here they were again. Going on a date. There wasn't any other word that better described what they were doing. She was so incredibly sexy. The outfit she had chosen tonight was the worst yet. Frankly, it looked like pure lingerie. Purple satin chemise with black lace trimming, it extended maybe three or four inches below her groin. She had black heels on with straps going up around her calves. Her hair was loose, her lips moist and pink. "My God," he had blurted when he saw her. "What is that you're wearing?" "Don't be backwards, Daddy," she had replied, smiling wickedly. "Everybody's wearing lingerie as outerwear now." "Not your mother," he spluttered. She had pursed her lips and frowned. "Mom? No, maybe not. But she bought this for me." She took a couple of steps towards him, deliberately crossing her legs in front of each other in a catlike prowl. "In fact, do you know what she said to me?" "Uh, no," he said, his eyes wide. Good lord, you could see her bra right through that lace. There hadn't been that much cleavage there the night before. "She said, and I quote: 'if you wear that dress, you will be giving a pretty clear signal to the guy you're with.'" Tim goggled at her. "So I like laughed, right? And I said, 'well, I better not wear it with Daddy, then.'" Her legs seemed so long, so perfectly proportioned. It must have been the heels, he thought. She had come even closer to him now, within hand's reach. "And do you know what she said?" He shook his head, dumbly. "She winked at me, Daddy, and smiled, saying 'Not unless you're willing to live up to your unstated promise.' So you see, it's okay for me to wear it, right?" She had laughed, a musical trill, and taking him by the tie, pulled him towards her. He held her tentatively at first, and then his curiosity had won him over. He felt her back, from the bare skin at her shoulders, down across the lacy border of the 'dress,' across the thin bra strap, and then down the curve of her spine. "What'cha doin', Daddy?" "I just want to see if you're being naughty again, like last night." "Oh dear, do you think I'm a naughty girl?" "Let's see," he whispered, and his hand came down to rest on her ass. There, under the thin satin, he felt the string of a pair of panties. "Hmmm. Not so naughty as I thought." She had grinned at him. "Oh, Daddy," she giggled. "There are so many ways to be naughty!" Now he wondered what she had meant by that. She was sitting there, her legs primly together, even though the lacy hem of the dress was barely draped into her lap. She smiled at him kittenishly. "What are you thinking, Daddy?" "Hm? Oh, nothing, Marie. Just how lucky I am, I guess." She blushed a little. Every time she felt like she had a handle on the situation, he came out with something that surprised her. Suddenly, she felt tender towards him. Sure, she had been teasing him mercilessly, but he was such a cutie. He was looking out at the road again. Such a handsome profile. Strong, male. She reached up and touched his cheek. She couldn't stop herself; she needed to feel him. He glanced at her briefly, and smiled. Oh, that Daddy smile. She couldn't get enough. The restaurant was another romantic getaway place, with tiny booths, semi-secluded, dim lighting. Marie eased herself into behind the little table, which the waiter had moved out for her. Her father settled in next to her, and she possessively laid a hand on his thigh. "Would the young couple care for some wine?" Tim and Marie looked at each other and she smiled warmly at him. How nice, to be mistaken for a young couple in love. The table cloth was long, hiding everything under the table from view. She was so lovely in the half light. The shadows created by the lace played along the valley between her breasts, shifting with each breath she took. He traced along her cheekbone with a finger, caressing her hair. Her long neck was half in shade, her collarbone picked out against the light. "So, sweetie," he murmured. "I can't believe I'm out with such a lovely girl. Where did you come from?" "I've been around for some time, Daddy," she smiled. "Really? I don't think I recognize you." "Maybe that's because you haven't been looking." "Are you really just wearing this chemise and your underwear?" She laughed. "It's more than I was wearing at the pool this morning." "Barely," he smiled, his hand on her shoulder now. "Well, it feels like too much right now," she giggled. She shifted on the seat, lifting her hips, and now the dress was around her hips. "I wish I could just take this thing off, right here. Do you think people would get upset?" Her hand toyed with the hem of the dress, lifting it slightly. He could see her g-string, where it curved over her hip. "I don't know, Marie. You're practically naked as it is. Do you think people would even notice?" "You bad man, you," she gasped, laughing. She pulled the back edge of the dress higher so that the entire lower half of her body was uncovered. She felt so free, so bold. So uninhibited! "Here comes the waiter again," her father whispered. "Better cover up, at least a little, so you don't give him a heart attack." "I don't care about him, Daddy. It's only you I want to get going," she pouted. Nonetheless, she let the front of the dress fall down over her lap again. In the back, however, it was caught between her body and the wall of the booth, preventing it from going all the way down. She couldn't really pay attention as her father ordered some wine and an appetizer, because the soft velvet of the plush booth was tickling her along her inner thighs and buttocks. It was incredibly sensual and decadent, especially feeling this right in front of the young male waiter. She smiled up at him, wondering what he would do if he had been able to see what was going on just in front of him. As soon as the waiter left, Tim turned back to his daughter. She was actually wriggling on the banquette next to him. "Something feel nice, sweetie?" "Mm-hm," she murmured. She needed more stimulation, so she lifted a leg and put it over her father's. By leaning forward now, with her legs spread like this, she could bring her little mound into contact with the bench. Tim looked around. The light was low enough, and the tables far enough apart that he suspected no one would be able to guess what was going on over here. All he had to do was keep an eye out for the restaurant staff, and he could let his sexy little minx of a daughter do just about what she pleased. Marie was quietly mewling, concentrating on the sensations being created by the friction between the bench and her pussy. God, she was being such a little slut! Her father had his hand on her lower back. It felt nice, warm and strong. Supportive. How weird was that? He stilled her with a little warning hiss, as the sommelier came back with their wine. She sat up a bit straighter, trying to keep the excitement from overcoming her senses. She moved her leg back onto the bench. Her father's hand never left the bare skin of her back, under her dress. With little circles, he caressed her, his fingers light and his touch loving. She watched through lust-filled eyes as he went through the ludicrous ritual of tasting the wine. God, couldn't he hurry up so that she could get back to her... her whatever?! Now he was taking the cork from the man. His hand was rubbing over the top of her ass. He insinuated his fingers under the t-strap of her g-string, slipping down into the top part of the cleft of her ass. She was acutely aware of his manipulations. God, how sexy! He was touching her, here, in a restaurant. He smelled the cork and gave it back to the waiter. His hand pushed lower, dragging her g-string along with it. She wondered if the waiter could smell her from where he stood. Her breathing was shallow, and she stared blindly at him. The waiter had poured a swallow into her father's glass. With his free hand, he lifted the glass and looked at the color of the wine. His hand was now cupping the globe of her ass cheek, his fingers curving underneath, searching, insinuating themselves deeper and deeper. She leaned forward a little to help him, her ass coming off the bench. He swirled the glass, looking at how the wine moved inside, before lifting it to his nose. Her tiny g-string was caught around the widest part of her butt, over her hips, and his fingers were so far under her. She could feel his finger reach her ass hole, right there in public! She squirmed on top of his digit, the tiny hole resistant to any penetration. He attempted none, simply circling around, testing her, teasing her. He took a little sip of the wine, and at that moment, the g-string slipped over her hips, coming to rest at the top of her thighs. The extra room created allowed his finger to slip even further under her, coming to rest against the hot wetness of her sex. She moaned. Both her father and the waiter looked at her. "Mmmm," she said, desperately trying to appear normal. "That wine looks so yummy. How is it?" "Well, Marie, let me think." He looked off into the distance. His finger gently probed between the lips of her sopping pussy. "It's sultry, a dark and inviting taste. It's bold and forward at first, but there is mystery in its depths, a kind of insinuation of passion." The angle was all wrong, she thought. He couldn't get in. She looked over at him. Had he just asked her a question? "Uh... What did y—you say?" "I asked if you wanted some." "Oh. Uh, right. Yeah. Um, yes, please," she managed to say. God, his finger felt so good! The waiter was looking at her kind of funny. She tried to smile calmly at him, to reassure him that everything was fine. Fine? Damn, it was better than fine. Tim waved the man away, and poured the deep red wine into his daughter's glass. She looked at him through half-lidded eyes. This was no good. Things were progressing too quickly here. He moved his hand out from under her, and she whined in disappointment. He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "Hush, Marie. There's plenty of time." She nodded, looking at him with desperation in her eyes. She loved how he could be both that cute puppy dog and this confident man in charge. She loved that he was agile enough to switch from one to the other at a moment's notice. She left her g-string caught around her upper thighs, her dress around her waist but draped over her lap. Let him think about what was hidden just behind that lace. Her pussy tingled, and her butt felt warm where he had been caressing it. And what was up with her ass hole? Before today she had never even considered it as a place capable of generating sexual pleasure. Now, it was just as tingly as her sex. She slowed her breathing and took a deep sip of the wine. "Mmmm," she murmured. "Just like you said." He laughed. She was quite the vixen. Just as adventurous as her mother. Maybe more. He was throbbing in his pants, hard as nails at the sight of her disheveled dress. God, he had to push this envelope. He wanted to see her really slutted out, here in public. "So, Daddy," she said in a low sexy voice. "Do you like me as a naughty girl? A girl who can't stop herself from doing crazy things?" Her hand toyed with the straps of her chemise, unconsciously pushing them to the side. Her bra straps, black lace, stayed on her shoulders. She looked him straight in the eye while she was doing this. One of the chemise straps slipped over the curve of her shoulder, catching halfway down her upper arm. He watched her with a mysterious smile on his face. What was he thinking? He seemed like he was capable of anything. "You can't stop yourself, huh?" "No, Daddy. I've got no self-control." She giggled, her finger tracing the side of her bra down into middle of her chest, pushing the top of the chemise down with it. "I get an idea, right? And I like can't help but act on it." He loved watching her doing this. She was so sexy, there in the little booth. Hardly anybody could see them; it was safe, as long as the waitstaff didn't figure it out. "Mmmm," she purred. "It feels so naughty, so wrong to be doing this." Her finger caressed the inner slope of her left breast, causing little goosebumps to rise. "I don't think you should be with me when I'm in a mood like this." That finger traced back towards the left now, ascending the hill of her breast, climbing over the exposed lace of her bra. The chemise wouldn't move lower though, and her finger slid behind it. He had to guess what she was doing, but it seemed pretty clear when her breath caught in a little gasp. "Ooohhh," she breathed. "Daddy, it feels so good, though. How can I stop myself when it feels so... fucking... good?" Her upper chest was flushed, he could tell, even in the dim light. Her breathing was shallow and fast, her eyes glazed. "But maybe it's better this way, Daddy," she smiled. "After all, if I was like this with some guy instead of with you, maybe he'd like try to take advantage of me." "Hmmm. I would never do anything like that, sweetie," Tim said, smiling. She was so beautiful. She caught her chemise strap and pulled it back into place just as the waiter returned with a basket of bread. Marie was flying. She felt like she had been smoking pot or something. Her mind was buzzed, her body vibrant. Just by pressing her thighs together, she could give herself little sexual jolts that flew through her like lightning. As the waiter left, her father's hand was suddenly on her back again. She looked at him and smiled, taking a piece of bread from the basket. She tore it in half as she felt his hand slip up underneath her chemise. It caressed her back possessively. As it crept higher, it pulled her dress up with it so that just the very edge lay in her lap, protecting what little modesty she had left. She simply smiled at her father, giving him permission to do what he pleased. "So what idea is it that has crept into your pretty little head, Marie?" "Oh, silly," she giggled. "I told you already." "Mm. Remind me?" His hand had reached her bra and toyed with it, his thick fingers rubbing underneath it, right at the catch. "Don't wanna," she teased. Her voice had somehow become this little girl voice, all sing-songy. She hadn't spoken like that to her father in years. "But you have to, sweetie." His voice was husky, male, so strong. She loved the sound of it. Had loved it, all of her life. It was the voice of home, protection, safety. "You have to, if you want to be naughty." She took a bite of the bread and chewed it slowly, looking at him steadily. She swallowed. "Do I hafta?" That little girl voice again. He nodded sternly. "I just wanna be naked, Daddy," she trilled happily. "Is that naughty enough?" God, that voice made him wild. His cock throbbed mightily in his pants. The tease was divine. "You really want to be a bad girl, don't you?" She nodded solemnly, her eyes twinkling. She loved how this was going. It was like a fantasy come to life, one she had never admitted to herself, but one which must have been present for years, considering how strongly she was reacting to it. With a little twist, her bra came undone at the back, each side pulling to its side rapidly. She gasped, the feelings of freedom and perversion wrestling in her teenaged mind. How could she be this girl? It was like a door had been opened inside of her, and through that door lived a wild and wicked girl, one who would do anything to satisfy the itch between her legs. A slut. God! She was a slut! "You need to take off that bra now, Marie," he instructed. She looked at him, her eyes smoky and intense. With deft and concise movements, she slipped the strap down her right arm without taking off the chemise strap. She shrugged her shoulders and the cups came off of her breasts under the dress. She pulled the black strap out from under the chemise on her left shoulder and raised her eyebrows at her father. Going Out With Daddy Ch. 05 He took her invitation and pulled gently on the proffered strap. It slithered down her arm, the bra pulling neatly out from under the chemise. And then he was holding the lacy garment in his hands, still warm from its intimate contact with her chest. He dangled it from one finger. "Hmm," he smiled. "This is getting to be a habit, Marie." She giggled, her chest shaking invitingly with her laughter. She had lost some of her cleavage, but her breasts clearly needed no extra support to remain firm and upright on her chest. The black lace edge of her chemise was all that hid her pretty tits from his view. "You seem to have a knack, Daddy, for charming me out of my undergarments." She raised an arch eyebrow at him, and he had to laugh also. God, this was fun. Her dress was bunched around her waist, her g-string around her upper thighs. Her hair was getting a little messed up, and her cheeks looked flushed with excitement. He quickly stuck the bra under the table as the waiter came back with their soups. "You want some bread?" She tore a piece off and looked at him. He looked puzzled at her. She sighed dramatically. "It's just a piece of bread, silly." "Uh, okay." She lowered the piece of bread under the table, under the hem of her dress. With a quick swiping movement, and a shudder, she pressed the morsel into her moistness. As she pulled it back out, the bread glistened with her collected juices. "Just a taste, Daddy. To give you a little preview." His eyes were wide, his breath shallow. She laughed to herself. She surprised even herself sometimes. He took the bread from her and held it to his nose. With a deep inhalation, he took in the odor of her excited womanhood. Musky and fresh. Unable to resist any longer, he popped the morsel into his mouth. Immediately his tongue tingled with the taste of her, spreading throughout his mouth, a tart and sweet taste. "Mmmm," he murmured appreciatively. "Ambrosial." She giggled. It was astonishing, he mused, that despite everything that had happened up to now, he still had not yet been afforded a glimpse of that tender site from the front. Only a little peek that morning from behind as his thumb had penetrated her. He had been too preoccupied with his own need. And she continued to tease him, even now, with the hem of that chemise. God, she could not have choreographed this more perfectly to bring him to the heights of lust. He knew so much about it: that it was clean of hair; that it was hot, wet, and inviting; that it sucked on his thumb like a little mouth. Just not what it looked like, exactly. He had an idea that the reality would far surpass even his most twisted imagination. Curiously, Marie was having similar thoughts. She could see the bulge of his erection in his trousers, even in the half light of the dim restaurant. And despite the fact that she had felt her father's manhood with her mouth, sucking the top few inches in the car the night before; and that she had felt it gliding so slowly across her ass that morning; nonetheless, she had still not actually seen it. Well, perhaps that would change tonight... They ate their soup in silence, each involved in their thoughts, their lust, their mutual tease. Marie began to feel constricted again, even in her nearly naked state. It was those damned panties, stretched tight around her thighs. She had to have them off, and soon. As they finished the last of the soup, and the waiter cleared their bowls, she had an inspiration. "Daddy, if you'll excuse me, I have to use the little girl's room." She stood up, her hand neatly pushing the g-string down off of her thighs as she moved. It slipped miraculously easily off of her legs, coming to settle around her ankles. Her dress fell silkily around her hips. God, she was so hot, she was practically dripping. She had never felt so slippery between her legs. What an intense feeling to be standing in a restaurant with only what amounted to a silk negligee around her body. Her legs trembled, and she felt a little precarious in her high heels, but she took a deep breath to steady herself. With great care, she secretly extracted her feet from her panties, so that they lay crumpled on the ground under the table. She was pretty sure she had done a good enough job that her father had no idea how close to naked she really was. She edged carefully out from behind the table. "Everything okay, Marie?" Her father's voice had such a sweet note of concern to it. As if he weren't at least partially responsible for her current state. Ah, what a sweetheart he was. She smiled at him and nodded. Tim watched this teenaged siren walk away from him. The chemise shifted in sympathetic motion with the sleek outlines of her body. He really couldn't be sure in the half light whether she had managed to divest herself of her panties, but in either case the play of the smooth material across her ass was out of this world. He adjusted himself in his pants and took a deep sip of wine. He hoped she wouldn't take too long... Marie managed to make it to the restroom upright. Once inside, however, she slumped against the wall. Fuck, she felt like she was a faucet down there. She glanced down, and was relieved to see that she didn't have juices running down her leg. That would have been a bit embarrassing... Unlike last night, she felt completely sure of herself. How much could have changed in one day? But perhaps it was the person she was with. Last night, it had been her father. Now he was her... what? Man? Lover? Wow. But it didn't seem out of the range of the possible any more. She sat in one of the toilets to pee. Everything felt so swollen, so sensitive. Even the piss exiting her body gave her little thrills of delight. She had become this sexual thing, this sensual creature. She couldn't help but swirl a finger around her clit once while she was peeing. The stream cut off, then started again. Mmm. It was all good! She wiped herself, carefully making sure that all of the drips and excess moisture was removed before standing up. The dress settled around her hips again, and she checked herself to make sure she was as modest as she could be. When she stepped out, she was startled to find another woman standing at the mirror. She looked to be about ten or fifteen years older than Marie, elegant and attractive in an off-the shoulder black dress. Her auburn hair was shoulder length, and she leaned towards the mirror to re-apply her lipstick. Marie went to stand next to her. "Looking hot tonight, sister," the woman remarked casually. "Uh, thanks," the teenager replied awkwardly. "Um, you don't think it's a bit too... like, slutty or something?" The woman glanced over at her, a kindly expression on her face. "Slutty is a state of mind, sweetheart. Slutty is when you don't care who it is who gets turned on by your exposure." Marie's cheeks were flaming red, as she carefully studied herself in the mirror, avoiding the woman's gaze. The woman turned back to the mirror again. "I don't think that's true in your case, is it? Isn't there one guy you're doing this for?" Marie nodded imperceptibly, then took more confidence in the lack of criticism or judgment in the woman's tone. "Yeah, there really is only one guy." "Well, he's lucky, whoever he is." She turned to head out of the bathroom. "Wait!" Marie's voice sounded squeaky and immature to her. But the other woman just turned and smiled. "Um, can I ask you a question?" "Sure, honey. If I can help." Marie looked down at her feet. She hadn't felt confused about all of this until she saw it from another person's perspective. She needed reassurance, but she was nervous about asking a stranger. But the other woman was patient, and seemed so nice. "Um, see, I'm like really turned on by all of this. Do you think that's normal?" "Well, some people get excited by showing themselves off. That's perfectly normal, as long as they don't hurt anybody by doing it." "Yeah, but I think there's more to it. See, I really shouldn't be with this guy." "Hmm. Why? He your best friend's man?" "No, worse." Marie's voice was practically a whisper. "He's my mother's." "Your step-father?" Marie shook her head. She heard a sharp intake of breath. "Your father?" She nodded miserably. The woman stepped toward her and lifted her chin to look into her eyes. "You're out with your father, dressed like this?" "Yeah." The woman studied her face for several seconds. Marie held her gaze now, feeling a little defiant. Who was this woman to judge her actions, anyway? Then the other blinked and smiled uncertainly. "Oh, my dear. Can I tell you a secret? That is one of my deepest, most carefully hidden fantasies. And you! You have the courage to actually live it!" Marie was pulled into a tight, intense hug. "My sweet, sweet girl. I am so proud of you!" She pulled back and looked fiercely into the girl's eyes. "I am definitely going to keep my eye on the two of you tonight. And my husband is in for some seriously hot sex tonight!" Marie watched the older woman walk out of the bathroom, a lively spring in her step. She looked in the mirror, seeing the shock still on her face. Suddenly, she broke into a laugh, and feeling surer of herself, walked out. Tim saw her coming towards him. She was walking with even more confidence now, almost as if she were on a catwalk, each leg crossing in front of the other to give her hips an exaggerated sway. The strap of her chemise was off her right shoulder, hanging down around her elbow, and her right breast was nearly completely uncovered. He marveled at how she walked so casually, and yet managed to keep that little nipple covered. Her father stood to help her into the booth. He came around behind her and touched her on the shoulder as he pulled the table out. "You look lovelier than ever, Marie," he whispered. Her heart swelled at his sweet comment. God, he was so cute! Her heart pounded as his hand slipped around the front of her shoulder and down onto her chest. His hand slipped inside her dress and cupped her right breast, the chemise slipping lower yet on that side. Their backs were to the rest of the restaurant, so no one could see that he was holding her bare tit in the open. She sat down, his hand slipping off of her, her eyes dilated, her face warm. She looked up at him, her chemise still below the cone of her breast, the nipple now hard and rosy. He smiled at her, and she tugged the dress up to cover herself again as he sat down. Their entrees had arrived, so he felt confident they wouldn't be interrupted for a while. It was time to up the ante. He started to eat, while his other hand tugged on the hem of her dress again. She obligingly shifted in her seat so that the chemise pulled out from under her butt, and she was once again sitting bare on the bench. Marie acted completely unconcerned with his actions. She ate her food, mechanically chewing, unaware of the flavors in her mouth, so focused was she on the sensations coming from below. He was unsatisfied with their previous boundaries clearly, as he pulled the chemise up higher than before. "My, my, Marie," he husked. "You are a naughty girl, aren't you?" "Yes, Daddy. But I've been naughty for a while now, haven't I?" The chemise was around her ribs now. She daintily settled her napkin in her lap as the dress cleared that area. She was uninterested in dropping hot food in that particular area. Still he raised it higher. She glanced nervously around, but no one could see her clearly. He tucked it in behind her shoulders. Looking down at herself, she could see the rucked up dress sitting around her chest, the bottom hem falling somewhere above her navel. God, it was so close, so near to her desire from before! Tim looked at her from the side. He could see uninterrupted skin from her armpits to halfway down her thighs, where the table cloth cut off further viewing. She was sitting up very straight, her chest thrust forward as if willing the last coverage to remain in place. Her back curved in at the waist, then out in the wonderful roundness of her ass. She was breathing quickly, and her hands trembled as she raised her fork to her mouth. He was still frustrated in his inability to see her sex, but the tease was so hot. "Is this what you wanted, sweetie?" "Almost, Daddy," she whispered. Her eyes darted like those of a trapped animal. "Almost." She was in heaven. It was like the most intense high of her life, sitting here, exposed by her father. Anybody could walk by. Anybody could see. Maybe her new friend from the bathroom would see just how far she was willing to go... She shuddered as a tiny orgasm ripped through her. Her father's large hand lightly stroked her back, running little circles around a shoulder blade, or a long line down her spine to the top of her ass. It was sensual without being outright arousing. "And how about you, Daddy?" She looked at him frankly, trying to read that so familiar face. "Is this what you wanted? Did you want to see just how bad a girl your daughter can be? Do you want to know just how far your little Marie can go?" "Yes, my darling girl." His beautiful eyes sparkled. She loved that face. It was so dear to her. "Am I as adventurous as Mom?" "I think you might be, Marie." His hand slipped around to the front, where he drew little designs on her soft belly. She was so delightful, this little body, this girl, his daughter. He moved his finger tenderly on her, feeling the dip of her belly button, the downward curves of her ribs, the jut of her hip. "I want to be everything you want me to be," she husked, her voice breathy and low with desire. Her body seemed to move to his finger wherever it went, moving without her conscious desire, acting under its own imperatives. That finger moved further south, tracing the raised area of her now bare mons, dipping under her napkin to tease lightly at the upper end of her slit. He cleared his throat, and she pulled forward instinctively, the dress falling around her body easily, his hand still in her lap, now covered under dress and napkin. "I trust everything is to your satisfaction?" "Oh, it will be," murmured Marie. "Very soon it will be..." Tim chuckled, and nodded to the waiter. His finger found the crease between her lips, and teased down along its length, slipping in the newly produced liquid her pussy was putting out. He found those delicate inner labia peeking their way out of their thicker neighbors. He pushed between them to find the passage they guarded, and his finger nosed its way inside to the first knuckle. "Mmmmm..." Marie was lost in the moment. Her fork was poised halfway from the plate to her mouth. "Is Madame finished?" The insistently polite waiter was still there. "Uh, not quite," she said, "but I'm getting there." He could see nothing. There was no danger here, only the thrill of the unquestionably inappropriate. There was a sudden pressure right at the top of her pussy as her father's finger pushed against her. "Oh!" The poor waiter turned quickly to look at her. "Um. Oh. I'm sorry, can I have another roll, please?" The man nodded and quickly returned with a roll she had no interest in eating. He finally left, and she turned to her father, batting him on the arm. "You mean, mean man. Mmmmm. You are so bad!" "Am I, Marie?" "Uh huh. Yeah... Oooh. Really, really bad." She slumped back against the booth wall, her hips seeking more stimulation from his finger. But he dexterously slipped out from under the dress and napkin. "I don't think I'm the bad one here, sweetie." He put his finger into his mouth, and licked his daughter's nectar. "Mmm. I think we should go, don't you?" "As soon as fucking possible!" "I intend to, Marie." He smiled wickedly. "I absolutely intend to." ***** She couldn't remember him getting the check or his paying for the meal. Her mind was whirling with the craziness of their actions. She felt giddy with freedom, with being an adult. And the freedom of having her behavior sanctioned not only by her father but by the woman from the restroom. As she walked with him through the restaurant, she wondered if everybody there could tell how alive she was. If they could feel the pulse of her heart; see the aura of sexuality; smell the scent of her, the wild animal scent arising from between her barely covered legs. Truth to tell, little of the world around her penetrated her lust-fogged brain. His arm around her. That support, that strength she drew from him. That was what she felt. That and the oh so slippery center of her womanhood, unrestrained by garment or hair. When she got to the door, and out into the parking lot, she felt the need arise within her once again. The crazy need that she seemed entirely unable to resist, especially when she was with him. She disengaged herself from his arm, and took a step in front of him. With a lazy shrug of her shoulders, the chemise slithered noiselessly down around her body, to land in a silky pool at her feet on the black asphalt. She carelessly stepped out of it, sauntering on towards their car. "Oh, Daddy?" She looked coyly back over her shoulder. Her naked shoulder. "I seem to have dropped something. Could you get it for me?" She had done it. The foolish, wonderful daughter of his had truly done it. She had found a way to top off everything that had happened inside. And what a sight she was, so confidently striding across the deserted parking lot in her black high heels, little clutch in hand. The intersecting light of the streetlamps drew obscure shadows across her, her thin shoulders, her sharp scapulae. Her narrow waist, the sweet curve of her hips. That divine ass, her muscled legs. As if she had stepped out of a master's painting. Nervelessly, he bent down and picked up the discarded chemise, his eyes never leaving the slow-moving figure ahead of him. God, he was so hard! He stood up just as she reached the passenger side of their car, her back still to him. Her heart was pounding. This was so much better than any little game she had played in high school with the little puppy dog boys who trailed around behind her and her friends. The stakes were so much higher here, the reward, that much sweeter. She could feel his eyes (her father's eyes!) burning on her back as she stood in the cool evening air. Somehow, magically, there was nobody else around. It's not slutty if it's only aimed at one person... "I believe this is yours." His voice was thick with desire, his presence right behind her palpable as a caress on her overheated skin. "Mm. I suppose it is," she whispered in a sultry voice. She smiled at him over her shoulder again, and accepted the chemise from him. His finger trailed over her smooth skin, from shoulder all the way down her back to her waist. It felt tremulous, less certain than his touch in the restaurant. "I'm ready to go home now, Daddy," she said softly, gently. He opened the door for her and she slipped into the passenger seat, the chemise carelessly crumpled in her lap. Oh God, he still hadn't seen it... But those breasts, those sweet young breasts. A man could drink forever from the vision of those little cones with their puffy nipples. A dream... Somehow he made it home. How could he have? All he saw was the naked girl next to him, the peculiarly banal seatbelt bisecting that perfect chest. His breathing was harsh, his driving automatic. Had anything out of the ordinary occurred, he was sure they would have been killed instantaneously. That strange border zone between the acceptable and the unacceptable... He had reached out to her, to touch her, to feel her, to reassure himself of her reality, but she had none too lightly smacked his hand away. "Keep them on the wheel, Daddy." Her murmur seemed like it came from miles away. He could smell her. God! What a smell! All young, fresh, excited, blooming. Going Out With Daddy Ch. 05 Once home, she slipped away like a fairy, a myth disappearing magically into the suburban practicality of their house. He was after her like a beast, a rampaging ogre from the pages of the tales they had shared when she was a child, sitting together on her pretty bed. Would they be creating other legends in her bed that night? She giggled softly to herself as he blindly searched from room to room for her. It was so wrong, but it was so fun. Hide and seek, that innocent game from her childhood. Now it was elevated to something adults would play with each other. She took pity on her poor father at last. "This what you were looking for?" Where had she come from? He was in his bedroom, standing by the bed, when she suddenly appeared at the doorway, God, naked as she had been in the parking lot, in the car on the way home, but this time, he could see her. He could see everything. He stared at her wide-eyed. He was so cute. The puppy-dog. He was practically panting. She posed for him in the door, her hips cocked, one hand on the door knob. "Mom says you like your girls bare." He nodded dumbly. She was perfection. That slim waist, the gentle curve of her hips. The tapering of her abdomen down and down and down, so far below her cute teardrop navel, finally culminating in the sweet triangle of her sex, the upper limit removed by the absence of pubic hair, as if her sex reached up and up into heaven itself. And between her legs, just the hint of the start of her pretty slit, the twin bumps of her labia pooching downward. "Why is that, do you think?" She started across the room towards him. With each step, her pretty breasts jiggled. Her eyes were fixed on him, on the way he seemed to be eating her up with his own gaze. "Do you like your girls to look... young?" "Uh, n—no, sweetie..." he gasped. "Mmm. I'm not so sure I believe you, Daddy. I also understand you like your girls to be small on top." She cradled her breasts in her hands, now halfway across the room. She looked down at them, each one neatly held by her dainty palms. There was no flesh escaping her grasp. "I always thought I wasn't big enough. But now, it turns out, I might have too much." "Oh, Marie, nonsense," he babbled. "They're so beautiful." "Are you sure? I've been thinking about how I look now that I have no hair down there." She smiled sweetly at her father. "I don't think I look like I'm eighteen any more. What do you think?" "Uh..." "Seventeen?" She took a step closer. He shook his head, blinking rapidly. "Sixteen?" He could barely move. She was almost there with him. "Fifteen?" He shook his head again slowly. "Fourteen?" She was next to him now, her hand on his chest. He nodded, so unsure of himself. Oh, God! What would she think of him? "You naughty man, you. Lusting after a fourteen-year old girl." She smiled wickedly, her fingers trailing across the front of his shirt. "Are you a dirty old man?" Her finger popped a button loose, and then fell to the next. "Do you perv after little girls?" "Oh, fuck," he whispered, his mind whirling, tossed between shame and lust. Another button came undone. "Four years ago," she whispered. "God, I was such a little girl, then. Just starting high school." The third button. "I always looked up to you, Daddy. You were the perfect man, you know?" The fourth button. Now her finger caressed his navel, feeling the wiry hairs that started to sprout around it. His hands hung at his sides. How she played with him! "I would stand in front of a mirror and look at myself in my little bra and panties, and think about whether a guy like you would find me attractive." She was so sure of herself, and he so confused all of a sudden. Her fingers tugged his shirt up and out of his pants, undoing the last two buttons so that his shirt hung from his shoulders. "And now I find out the truth." She leaned into him, pushing the shirt off of his chest and onto his arms, his bare skin suddenly coming into contact with the tips of her breasts, two burning points. Her head came up next to his, her chin grazing his shoulder. Her hot breath against his ear. "I could have just asked you." His hands came up involuntarily and held her by the waist. Oh, she was so sweet and smooth... "Oh, Marie, what am I doing?" "Shhh, Daddy," her whisper insistent in his ear. "Don't think." Her hands came back around and found his belt. "Don't even think about it." He felt his belt undone, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his pants. "Just be. Be here with me." And his pants and boxers were pushed down to the floor, his daughter kneeling in front of him, his intensely hard cock inches from her face. It was gorgeous. To die for. She had felt its length against her ass that morning (only that morning? It seemed like forever now), but the sight of it was unbelievably more erotic than the feel had been. Her father's sex. His thing, his staff, his organ, his... cock. Quivering, steel, dripping, and all because of her. She felt like sex incarnate. "So." Her hand, her delicate hand, her dainty fingers grasped him below the head, feeling him with wonder, with delight. "This is it, huh, Daddy?" Her fingers began a smooth, slow, jacking movement along the length of his shaft. "This is what made me." He watched her, her mouth a tender o of amazement, her finger holding him so tenderly. But it wasn't what he needed now. He needed to step up. "Yes, Marie." His voice sounded more forceful now. Another shift had taken place, and she hadn't even noticed it. "Yes, sweetie, this is what fucked you into your mother. And now, it's going to do the same with you." "Ooh," she squealed, jumping up. "Where? Here or in my room?" "I can't wait to get to your room. Here. Now. On your mother's bed." She clapped her hands in delight, and pranced over to the king-size bed. Wonderingly, she ran her hand over the coverlet. "I never thought I'd be here," she said. "Not like this." He roughly grabbed the covers and pulled them back, before lifting her and putting her on her back. "God, you are so beautiful, Marie," he husked, his eyes raking over her sweet body. "I must be the luckiest man in the world. I want to explore you, sweetie. I want to know ever inch of you. But right now," he said, as he knelt between her spread legs, "I can't wait for it." "Oh, Daddy," she cooed, her eyes shining. "Oh, Daddy, wonderful, wonderful Daddy, just come here and fuck me!" It was like a spark to dry kindling. That word, that dirty word in her sweet mouth drove him over the edge, and he leapt onto her, his cock leading the way. With unerring accuracy, he found that little slit between her legs, his hand guiding him to the tunnel between the little bare lips. The flared head nosed its way in, easing her open, and then, sure of its position, sank into her depths with satisfaction. "Oh," mewled his daughter, her eyes wide, her lower lip caught between her teeth. "Oh, oh, ohhhh... f—fuck me, Daddy..." His shaft filled her to the very limit. She felt spread, invaded, but at the same time, completed, as if she had been missing this very piece to complete the puzzle of her life. How perfectly he fit inside of her. When she felt his pubic hair against her smooth mound, there was no more room inside of her left. And then, wonder of wonders, he pulled out and moved back in, starting a rhythm that she could feel in her heartbeat. His face, so familiar and yet so new to her, hanging above her. Her arms lay out on either side of her, in full surrender, her thighs spread beneath him. Every move touched new nerves inside of her, lit new fires she had never known herself capable of feeling. "Oh God, Marie," he hissed. "I'm fucking you, my sweet, my wonderful girl, I'm fucking you, I really am..." His hips moved so smoothly, so knowingly. "Yes... yes, Daddy... ooohhh, yes..." It was so hot inside of her, so wet and hot and welcoming. Her sweet walls enveloped him, tight and sucking like a mouth, the slippery friction grasping him in every way necessary to guide him on his path to release. The sounds of their lovemaking filled the room, music to his ears. Something in his movements, or maybe in the shape of him, put marvelous pressure on spots inside of her and across her clit. Each time he moved out and then back in was a new level of pleasure. She could hear herself moaning uncontrollably, her legs now around his body to give herself more purchase power to move with him. She was clutching him to her, desperately seeking more and more contact. And her wanton loving was like a balm to his tortured soul. Something had shifted in him over this week, he wasn't sure how. But God knew he was lost now, lost and yet found in the taboo embrace of his own daughter who moved lubriciously under him, his very being now concentrated in those seven inches. And all at once, it washed over the two of them, the coupling pair, the two now joined as one. Their passion overwhelmed each and together at the same moment. Her face screwed in lust and desire and release, his back arched as he completed the last thrust. And deep within her, his organ spewed forth its life-giving fluids, desperately trying to fill every crevice of her. And she took every drop into her, accepting his gift and giving back that release he had sought with every bit of his soul. Panting, sweaty, they collapsed together, father and daughter, man and woman, lover and lover. The waves of their pulsing spasms subsided, their breathing harsh in each other's ear. And in that moment, that wonderful, perfect moment, they heard what they least expected. "Well. Isn't that a pretty sight?" Carol had come home. Going Out With Daddy Ch. 06 Author's Note: This is the last chapter of this series. I plan to write a sequel, although I have other stories to write also. Try and be patient! Thanks for all of your kind comments. * The sound of Carol's voice was like a cattle-prod into Tim's side. He jumped off of his daughter's sweaty body, horrified, trying to find something to cover himself, to hide his too obvious shame in front of his wife. He found himself crouching behind the side of the bed, mortified. "Mom!" Marie's voice was a squeak, a child's guilty shriek on being caught doing something wrong. She found the covers and hurriedly pulled them up to cover her nakedness. Then she saw her mother's face. Carol had been watching for some time. The union of her husband and her daughter, in her bed, showing a passion, a heat that she could never have imagined. It had been primal, animal, and God, how it had turned her on. "Oh, dear," she said calmly. "I didn't mean to startle you so. And I won't keep you in any unnecessary suspense." Her eyes found her husband's. He was in a state of shock, clearly. Typical. The only person able to keep some sense in the situation was the woman, she feared. "Uh, Carol, honey," Tim stuttered. "It's, uh, not what it looks like." She laughed, walking over to the bed. She sat down on the edge across from where he was still crouching, and took her daughter's hand in hers. "I'm not sure, Tim, how you could explain this as anything other than what it looked like. Believe me, I saw enough of your naked ass pounding into this pretty daughter of ours to be sure. In any case, you have no need to try to find excuses." "You're not mad, Mom." Marie was looking at her with wonder, still clutching the sheet to her chest. She was gorgeous, her dark brown hair sticking to her cheek and forehead, her cheeks flushed. "Mad, Marie? No," she smiled. "How could I be? I did everything I could to engineer this. I'm just surprised at how quickly it came to fruition, as it were." "Engineer this?" Tim's mind was slowly trying to comprehend the turn of events. His wife? Had been trying to get him to... "But why?" "Why?" Carol looked thoughtfully at her husband. "Why. You should know me well enough to guess that that question is more complicated than it appears." She smiled at him wryly. "In any case, if I'm going to explain myself, I'd rather that you weren't hunkering down back there as if you were taking cover from enemy fire. Come join your daughter up here." Tim still appeared shell-shocked, so she patted the bed. He slowly stood up, his body still covered in a sheen of sweat, his pubic hair wet and matted around his sadly diminished penis. Marie held the sheet up and he slid under it, still careful to keep some space between him and his daughter. "Now, how shall I begin?" Carol looked from Tim to Marie, her beloved family, and smiled reassuringly at them. "Let me try to answer your question. There are several reasons why I've tried so hard to bring this about. First, I'm getting older. No, wait, let me say my piece, and then you can talk," she said to forestall Tim's interruption. "I'm getting older, and you, Tim, you like younger women. No, I haven't felt any slacking off of your passion towards me. But I know how you feel, and I also know that I swept you off of your feet before you had a chance to experience much else. I've felt some guilt about that. Not much, but I have. But that's probably the smallest part of this. "Second, I know that you've always wanted to have more children, and I can't oblige you in that manner. Going along with that, I suppose, is that I've been feeling the desire to become a grandmother, as surprising as that sounds. So, since I could not be the one to provide you with more offspring, I came across this as, well, an alternative." Marie gasped at this, and Tim looked positively stricken. But before either of them could object to her explanation, she rushed on. "And lest you think I'm being entirely selfless, well, I guess the most important reason is still unsaid. I think, actually, that the other reasons are more or less rationalizations to make up for this last one. It's the hardest to reveal, but I've lived with it for too long to deny it any longer. "The last reason I wanted to get you two together, and the most important reason why I can't get mad at you, is that I'm having an affair. Yes," she nodded as Tim opened his mouth to speak. "Yes, an affair. I've been unfaithful to you, Tim, but that fact is actually not as important as whom I'm having an affair with. "You see, Marie, Tim, I can't judge you for sleeping with each other, as I'm sleeping with my own son." Carol blushed as she unshouldered the burden of the secret she had been carrying quietly for so long. But her gaze never wavered, and she met the incredulous gasps of her family with stoicism. Let them think what they would. The die was cast. "What?" Tim was completely caught off guard. This was beyond astonishing; it was incomprehensible. "I—I don't believe you. You can't possibly be telling the truth." "No?" Carol looked at her husband, and seemed to come to a decision. "I'm sitting here with a pussy full of his sperm." "Oh, shit, Mom," Marie squealed. "That is too fucking cool!" She dropped the sheet in her excitement, leaning towards her mother. "Can I see?" "Oh, my, Marie," Carol blushed. She was surprised at her daughter's reaction, but more surprised at her own sudden reticence. "Maybe in a bit, sweetie. It's a bit sudden all at once." "Cool?" Tim looked at his daughter, aghast. "Cool, you say? You think it's all right that your mother is fucking your half-brother?" "Don't be a hypocrite, Daddy," Marie frowned, punching her father in the arm. Carol couldn't help but notice how her pert breasts swayed with the movement. She really was a lovely thing. She felt inordinately proud to have mothered such a wonderful girl. "You just fucked me, didn't you?" "Ah, yeah," Tim said, flustered. "But that was different." "Really, Tim?" Carol twisted her mouth in disbelief. "How so?" "Because you forced us together," he shouted, outraged. Carol and Marie looked at each other. Marie rolled her eyes in disbelief. Carol just smiled. "Uh, no, it's true," he went on. "Marie and I never would have gone this far without your encouragement." "Daddy," Marie said in an exasperated tone. "You want to be careful there. You're gonna make me think you aren't, like, attracted to me or something." "Um." Tim looked at his daughter, sitting with the sheet around her hips, her sweet little tits unabashedly exposed. "No, uh, no, sweetie. That's not what I mean." "Come now, Tim. Be honest. You never thought that I knew what was going on, did you?" He stared at his wife, then shook his head. "And who was it who pushed himself against me at the car that first night, so that I could feel everything a girl wants to feel on a date? Was it Mom?" He smiled ruefully. "It's true, Mom," Marie turned to Carol. "He was so bad." "Take a little responsibility, Tim. I may have sown the seeds, but it was you two who tended them and brought them to harvest." Tim's shoulders drooped. He was defeated, and he knew it. He looked at the faces of the two women in his life, and rolled his eyes. "All right, all right. I know when I'm outnumbered. But I want to know how this all happened between you and Don, Carol." She smiled lovingly at him. She had hoped that she could count on his love and understanding, but it had been quite a gamble, to be sure. Don had opposed her when she had told him that she needed to reveal their love affair to the rest of the family. But she had stood firm. Of course, she hadn't told him the details of her plan. "I'll be happy to explain. It's quite a story. You two should make yourselves comfortable." "I don't think we can get much more comfortable than we are right now, Mom." Marie looked down at herself, and then over at her father, nude beneath the sheets. "Well, then, settle back against the headboard." Tim and Marie looked at each other, and then Tim scooted back, and Marie moved so that she could sit next to him. His arm automatically went around her shoulders, and she put her head on his chest. The sheet still covered their legs, but they made a pretty couple. Carol took a deep breath. "It started when Don first moved into his house." "That was five years ago," Tim gasped. "You can't interrupt me if I'm going to be able to tell this story well," Carol admonished him. "Let me tell it, and then you can ask any questions you want..." ***** It started when Don first moved into his house. It was the second year of college for him, and he had decided, as you guys remember, that he didn't like dormitory life. I could hardly blame him. He had always seemed so much more mature than other boys his age. When he found the lovely old Victorian, it was love at first sight. Sure, it needed overhauling, gut renovations, but it had the right bones. Don had the vision to see what it could be, and it was only a fifteen minute drive from campus. You guys remember that we all moved him in, but I stayed behind for a few days to help him with tearing down wallpaper and starting the painting. It was incredibly hot that weekend, and even hotter inside the old house. There was no electricity yet, so we had no fans running even. We were working in the dining room, tearing down strips of awful floral wallpaper, and the air was soupy, as if we were underwater. I was sweating like crazy, my thin tee shirt soaked through and plastered to my body. I had a sports bra on underneath, and it felt like a sopping tourniquet around my chest. Don, meanwhile had stripped down to his shorts, as men will do. "Damn," I sighed, wiping my sopping brow with the back of my arm. "You guys are so lucky, you know that, Don?" "Huh?" He looked over at me. Remember, he had just turned nineteen at that time, and he was in fine shape, I couldn't help but notice. He had been working out pretty hard throughout that Freshman year. His pecs were cut, and his arms were muscled and firm. Pretty damned good looking, I had to admit. There wasn't anything sexual about it; just the natural admiration of a hot-blooded woman for a fine male specimen. "Just that guys are allowed to strip down when you're hot, and we women have to stay modest and covered." "Whatever, Mom," he laughed. "We're all just family here. There's no need for embarrassment. I can see you're pretty uncomfortable." "What are you suggesting, Don," I said, fluttering my eyelashes. "Are you trying to talk your old mother out of her clothes?" I struck a pose, cocking my hip. I knew I was being a little on the flirty side, but it was only innocent joking with my boy. "You're not that old," he smiled. "But seriously, Mom, if you want to get more comfortable, don't let my being here stop you. It's all about the work with me." I looked at him, weighing his words. Then I shrugged. "No skin off my back," I said, and peeled my sopping t-shirt over my head. I held the wet thing away from me at arm's length. "Ugh," I said, dramatically, letting it splat onto the floor. Believe me, at that moment, I felt like the least sexy woman on the planet, dripping with sweat, in a dingy old white sports bra, and dusty jeans. But Don was staring at me, as if he was seeing me for the first time. I felt very self-conscious all of a sudden. "What? Is there a rip somewhere or something?" I craned back and looked myself over. "Uh, no... no. It's nothing." "No, Don, what is it?" "Um, just that... well, Mom, you look really good." I raised my eyebrows in disbelief. "Donald Marks, don't you tease an old broad like that." "No, really, Mom," he blurted, raising his hands as if to ward me off. "You've taken good care of yourself, and it shows." "Well, thanks, young man." I could feel myself blushing. It had been years since anybody as young as he had taken any notice of me. But truth to tell, I had done my utmost to maintain my figure, and I was proud of how I looked at forty-eight. "But don't you think we should get back to work?" He nodded silently, his eyes still speaking volumes. A little confused at the feelings sweeping through me, I started stripping the wallpaper again. We worked in silence, but my thoughts were turning around and around in my head on the same question. Had my son just ogled me? Had my own son just been aroused by the sight of my body? Now, mind you, it wasn't like I was suffering from a lack of sex at this time. You were more than satisfying me, Tim. I wasn't some oversexed underappreciated older woman, trolling for young meat. Still, it had been some years since a man had looked at me with that kind of stare. Some twenty minutes later, I was still obsessing over what Don's look meant, and I excused myself to go to the bathroom. Standing in the hot restroom, I looked in the mirror and gasped at what I saw. It was no wonder that Don had stared at me. My old sports bra had worn a little thin over the years, and the cotton, now soaked with my perspiration, had become somewhat see-through. Even in the dimmer light of the bathroom, I could easily make out my nipples and areolas. My breathing became faster as I realized what I had displayed to my son. But instead of feeling disgusted or ashamed, I felt, well, aroused. It was the strangest feeling. It was as if, by being in a new house with Don, our normal relationship was up for reevaluation. He was no longer the boy who had grown up here, in our home, with his little boy's room. Just one look at him established that he was no child. My mind was creating justifications for seeing how my son and I would interact, now that he was an adult. And sad to say, my mind had pressure from another part of me, that part between my legs, that had perked up and taken notice when he had stared at me so openly. But on the surface, at least, I rationalized that nothing would happen between us, as long as it remained innocent and fun. Oh, Marie. You just jumped. Did I say something that resonated with you? Was it the word fun? I see. I guess you too have been seduced by that little idea. I know I was. I got us some beers and we went and sat on the back stoop together. Don was terribly cute in the way he tried not to stare at my chest. I wanted to make it easy for him, however, so I leaned back on my elbows and letting my head extend backwards. I closed my eyes, as if resting in the intense sunshine. I knew that this position would thrust my breasts out, pushing against the still sopping bra. "Mmm," I murmured, holding the cold beer bottle against my cheek. "That breeze feels so nice, doesn't it?" "Uh huh," came the strangled reply. I smiled to myself. I just couldn't help myself. I dragged the bottle down my neck and pushed it against the bra between my breasts, letting the condensation from the glass drip into my cleavage. I opened my eyes, to catch Don looking at me again. I smiled and cleared my throat. The poor boy practically jumped off the steps. "Geez, Don," I chuckled. "Am I that good to look at?" Fishing for compliments, I know, but I felt shameless. "Truth, Mom?" His eyes were so serious. I nodded. "College girls can't hold a candle to you." "My goodness. Flattery will get you everywhere, you know." He relaxed a little at my joking tone. I reached out my hand and put it on his biceps. Incredibly firm. "Honestly, though, you can't mean that." "I do, actually," he replied earnestly. "I think most girls would trade their left leg for the tone you have in your abdomen." "I hope not," I said, with wide eyes. "Then they'd be hopping around everywhere." He rolled his eyes. "Oh! I see, then they would be better able to maintain their belly tone." Now he had to laugh. "Tell me more." "Uh, I don't know if I should." "Nonsense," I said firmly. "Just mom and son here, nothing more, right?" He looked at me thoughtfully, and then nodded. "So, what else about me do you think is good to look at?" Forward, I know. But it was all in fun, right, Marie? "Well, I can't tell too much about your legs because of your jeans." He considered his next statement, and then seemed to come to a decision. "But your arms are slim, slimmer than usual for a woman in her forties, and you've kept your curvy waist without putting any weight on your hips." I was practically humming with electricity by this point. What a charmer! I waited with bated breath to see if he would go any further. But, although his eyes were locked on my chest, he refrained from commenting on it. "That's incredibly sweet of you, Don," I said, meaning every word of it. "And you look mighty fine as well, kiddo." My hand felt his arm's muscles before traveling up and onto his chest. "You've obviously been taking good care of yourself as well." He shivered at my touch, and nodded, unsure of himself. I stood up. "Better get back to work, Mister. But maybe, if you're good, I'll give you a chance to see my legs later on." He stared up at me, as I turned and sashayed back into the house. I felt decades younger. That night, after supper, I was bone tired, and sore all over. I flopped down on the mattress he had in the living room. He was going to sleep on his sleeping bag in the dining room. It was still incredibly hot, and I had stripped down to my panties and slipped on one of Don's tee shirts. As I lay there, I was in a peculiar mood, mixed elation and exhaustion, I suppose. "Don?" I called out. "Yeah?" "Could you come in here?" He padded in. He was in his shorts still. He looked down on me. I felt so languid, I could barely move. "Uh, what is it, Mom?" "Could you give me a rubdown? I can't believe how many of my muscles feel like they've been through a wringer." "A rubdown?" "Yeah, you know," I smiled lazily. "I lie here not moving, and you rub your hands all over my muscles to get me to relax." "Relax, huh?" He smiled easily back at me. "Looks like you're pretty relaxed already." "Donny," I whined, pooching out my lower lip like a little girl. "Don't tease me. I really need you to help me out." "Fine, fine," he grumbled, but I could see he was actually kind of eager. I couldn't blame him. After all, how many young guys alone in an empty house with a sexy woman would not jump at a chance to give her a massage? Sure, it was a little unusual, me being his mother, but maybe that was what made it all right. After all, nothing could possibly happen, right? It was all just a bit of fun. "Yippee!" I clapped my hands and rolled over onto my front. His t-shirt was long on me, covering everything that needed to be covered. My long legs were unclothed, sure, but that was no more than he had seen on many an occasion. He settled down on the floor next to me, and started in on my shoulders. Through the damp t-shirt, his hands felt manly, strong. Little chills ran down my spine at his touch. This was crazy: I was getting turned on, even from this little innocent playing. But I knew it was innocent, and that was all that mattered. Who could it harm if I felt a little frisson from Don's hands? "Mmm," I murmured, wriggling a little. "That feels divine, Don." He said nothing. I wondered what he was thinking. What was he feeling? Could he be experiencing the same bizarre suspension of reality I was going through? In this little cocoon, I was willing to let things go further. I hoped he felt the same way. "Would it embarrass you terribly if I got rid of this shirt? Your hands feel great, but they're kind of chafing my skin, what with the dampness and all." "Um, no, I guess not," he said, quietly. "Turn around, then." I looked over my shoulder as he did as I asked. I sat up and pulled the shirt off over my head. I sat there for a second, gazing at my wonderful son. In the darkness, I couldn't see much of him beyond his outline. If he turned around now, he would see my bare breasts. I almost hoped he would, until my better sense got hold of me, and I settled myself down once more. "Okay, kiddo. Get to it." Going Out With Daddy Ch. 06 Marie, I see you fidgeting there. It's okay. The story's getting to me, too. I can't tell you how wonderful it is to finally let you guys know about it. Experiencing it once was a dream. Telling it to you now is like reliving it all over again. I don't mind if you want to touch yourself while I'm talking. I'll try not to let it distract me! I knew I must have been quite the sight, lying there in the half-light. I pulled my hair over to the side, and put my hands under my cheek to rest on, leaving my back and sides uncovered from neck to panties. Oh, they were no sexy little things, I know. Just a typical pair of thin cotton panties. Still, it must have been enough to get him going. He started working again, now in the middle of my back, working down in long strokes along the sides of my spine. Each massage pushed the air from my lungs. As he came back up, his hands naturally moved more towards my sides, sweeping upward in a firm movement. I could tell my boobs were pushed out a little from under my torso, and I found myself catching my breath each time he moved up. Would his fingers graze them? I allowed myself to make little noises of agreeable contentment. His movements became a little freer, and I made no effort to contain him. I wanted to see how far he would go before I had to call a halt. It was a little game of chicken I was playing in my mind. Each move he made forced me to decide between my increasing excitement and my ever-diminishing role as his mother. I could feel his palms sweep over my lower back, the edges coming into contact with my panties, forcing them down slightly. That was all right. They were still covering me. I could live with that. My sex was actually throbbing. I could feel the heat between my legs like a living creature. As he moved back up, his fingers rippled over my ribs, each time a little more around the front of me. Each time, I would try and decide if what he was touching counted as just my sides or whether he had crossed the border and was touching actual breast. What is the defining line between the two? It was a slippery thing, actively retreating with each move of his wonderful hands. A similar game was being played at the lower border of my back. What was back and what was butt? I remember thinking that the back naturally curves out there, and that there must be some mathematical formula that would determine where the concavity of the lumbar curve became the convexity of the gluteal one. As my mind was preoccupied, his hands would very naturally and easily sweep across the waistband of my panties, each time pushing them oh so slightly up the curve of my ass. I was breathing heavily by now, almost sighing with each exhalation. I felt like a teenager once more, so into the physicality of the moment. They say that peri-menopause is as hormonally active as puberty. Well, I was caught up in the swirl of hormones right then, let me tell you. I pushed my thighs together, trying to increase the sensations right where they counted. Shocked, I suddenly realized that Don's fingers were tippling right around the full curve of my breasts, pushed out to the sides as they were. My God! He was less than an inch from my nipples! How had I let it get to this? But I could barely make myself move. "Mmm..." I pulled up slightly on my elbows. His fingers stayed right where they were. Cheeky bastard! My breasts hung down now a little, and he caressed the sides as if fully entitled to do so. "I don't think I have any muscles there, Don." "Really, Mom?" His voice was husky, excited. So masculine! "They're so well defined. Are you sure you have no muscles there that need to be rubbed down?" "Hmmm. Flattery, huh?" Still I made no move to get away. How crazy it all seemed, and yet how natural as well. The unfamiliarity of our surroundings made everything seem like a dream, a fantasy. Harmless. Innocent. Fun. Right, Marie? "Still, Don," I finally sighed. "I think it's time we got some sleep. Give me a kiss, and then go." "You really are a lovely woman, Mom," he whispered. He leaned over my shoulder, and I turned my head to him. His hands still caressing my breasts, his mouth sought mine, and our lips met in a loving and very tender, lingering kiss. As he pulled away, his fingers danced right across my nipples, giving each one a light tweak. Chills shot down my spine, and I shuddered as I felt my pussy contract once, sweetly. He stood up. I didn't dare look at him, for fear of what I might see, how I might react if faced with the hard evidence of his arousal. I settled back down on top of my sleeping bag, my breasts still tingling from his caresses. As he slipped out of the room, my hand sought release between my legs, touching myself exactly where I had felt that contraction. I found my relief in seconds. I had no doubt he did the same in the next room. ***** Marie's hand was between her legs, gently caressing her sopping pussy while Carol told her story. It was like a romance novel come to life, only more so, given the illicit nature of the relationship. She could hardly believe how strongly she was reacting to it. Curled against her Daddy's side, she felt both safe and excited, protected and exposed to a whole new world of adult experience. Tim, for his part, was torn. On the one hand, Carol was detailing the seduction of her own son, the betrayal of her marriage to him, and her peculiar plan for him to start an incestuous relationship with their daughter. At the same time, his body was reacting to what was indubitably a highly erotic story, told with exquisite detail by a woman with a vivid imagination, an articulate tongue, and, apparently, a superb memory. Not to mention which, his lovely daughter was softly wriggling against his side. Her sweet little breasts were pressed against his chest, the nubbins of her nipples burning into his skin. Her hand, active between her legs, also pressed against his thigh. Her other arm was draped across him. He was not unconscious of the way it drifted lower, creeping downward over his abdomen. He knew what it was she sought. Could he, would he allow her to caress him, right here, in front of his wife? And yet, was that not exactly what she wanted, expected? And he could hardly complain about his wife's story. After all, his erection, tenting the sheet at his groin, told its own tale of his true reaction. He sighed, and relaxed. ***** Are the two of you quite comfortable {Carol continued}? It certainly appears that way. It's so wonderful when something you've hoped for and dreamed of comes true before your eyes. I must say that you both look happier than I've seen either of you in a long time. And, please, Marie. Keep doing whatever feels natural to you. The next morning, I was more than a little unsettled. I had no idea how to interpret what had gone on the night before, and I was worried about facing Don. I brought my clothes with me to change in the bathroom, embarrassed at my brazen manner from the day and night before. I quickly found that I couldn't wear my sports bra again, as it was still damp right through. I put on one of my normal bras, a beige full cup with a small amount of lace trimming, with a light blue t-shirt over it. I hesitated over what to wear below. The matching underwear to the bra was a French-cut pair of lace panties, and it revealed more than I was willing to show. But I quickly chastised myself for these thoughts. Why would Don even get a chance to see them? I slipped them on, and put on a pair of grey cotton running shorts over them. I pulled my hair back into a practical pony tail and went out to find my son. I needn't have worried about his reaction, as it turns out. He couldn't have been more natural in his morning conversation. He had already made coffee and set out bagels and fruit on the kitchen counter. He was wearing a white muscle shirt and a pair of khaki shorts with many pockets, perfect for the work the day had in store. "Did you sleep well, Mom?" "Yes," I said, cautiously. "I couldn't have slept better. I don't even feel sore." "A good rub-down'll do that for you," he said, casually. He was leaning back against the counter, and I couldn't help but glance down at his crotch. I had never even once looked at him there with the intention of divining what lay beneath, so I had nothing to compare with. And yet, it did appear a little fuller than I would have imagined. "How about you, Don? How was your night?" "Perfect," he grinned easily. "Everything was just right. I'm so glad you're here to help me out, Mom. It's making the dull work so much more fun." "I couldn't agree more," I laughed. It was fun, this little flirting. So harmless. The morning air was delightful as it filtered through the dusty house. We got back to work painting, and for the first hour or so, the temperature was cool enough that my clothing didn't bother me. I hardly noticed when the sweat started to accumulate at the small of my back. In fact, it wasn't until Don took off his shirt that I realized how damp I had become. I felt a little thrill run through me once again as I contemplated what I was thinking of doing. "Well, if you're going to get comfortable, I will too," I announced, pulling my t-shirt off over my head. I casually tossed it aside and returned to my painting. I was very aware of Don's stare as I worked next to him. I had not realized just how much less of my breasts this bra covered compared to the sports bra. "What?" I turned to Don, catching him looking at my chest. "Is there a rip somewhere or something?" I teasingly repeated what I had said the day before, laughing at his stare. "No, no rip, Mom," he said, smirking. "Well, then, what is it? You know, I was wearing less than this last night." My heart pounded as I made the first unveiled reference to our activities. "I couldn't see much at that time, Mom. It was pretty dark." "Didn't stop you from exploring some," I laughed. "Do you blame me?" His eyes twinkled. My stomach flipped. How handsome he was. This was incredibly fun, dangerous, exciting. "Well, I don't know." I turned back to the wall, starting to paint again. "When you were complimenting me yesterday on my physique, you didn't say anything about my boobs. I thought you didn't like them or something." I mock-pouted at him. "Don't be silly, Mom," he remonstrated. "How could I ignore one of your best features? It just didn't feel gentlemanly to comment so crassly on our first date." "Our first date?" I raised an eyebrow at him. "My goodness. Does that make today our second date, then?" "If you like," he replied. "I think I would like that," I said, seriously. I was walking an incredibly thin line here, and I knew it. But the seductive nature of our game was taking over. "So? It's our second date. You can comment away now." "You really want to know what I think, Mom?" I nodded. He laughed. "All right, then. You asked for it. I think you have one of the most amazing pair of breasts I've ever seen. I've thought so for some time, now." "Really? How so?" "They're not so big that they sag, yet they have a pleasing fullness to them." He looked at me, then quirked a smile, and directed his gaze right at my chest. I turned and faced him full on, my hands on my hips, displaying my bra-clad boobs directly for his inspection. "The line that goes from your underarm moves so smoothly into the curve of your breast, here," and he reached out and traced the area he was referring to. I made no move to get away. "There's a lovely symmetry between them. They sit on your chest, perky and mature at the same time. And they don't over-shadow the rest of your body. Best of all, you seem perfectly comfortable with them, not self-conscious the way some women are." "I can see you really have put some thought into it, Mister," I replied, archly. "If they're so wonderful to look at, I'll have to give you more opportunities to indulge." I turned back to the wall and started painting once more. The side of the breast he had touched lightly with his finger still tingled deliciously. Part of me was screaming that I had gone too far, that I was pushing my relationship with my son far past the bounds of normal behavior. And yet, another part of me wanted to simply strip down, to see how my wonderful boy would react. And, after all, I reasoned to myself, it wasn't like anything was really going to happen. I could put a stop to anything before it got too serious. We were just having fun, and I enjoyed it. As we worked painting, I felt a little lightheaded. It was a combination of heightened arousal and the fumes from the paint. I excused myself and stepped to the restroom. I looked flushed when I examined my reflection. The sweat caused me to glow slightly, and there were beads of moisture gathering in my cleavage. My nipples were rock hard, pushing out against the thin nylon of my bra. I had a wicked thought. I so wanted to push the situation a little further. Could I make myself look a little more enticing? With a few tissues, I padded the bottom of each cup. It was like creating a wonder-bra. Back in the mirror, I adjusted myself to create the impression I wanted. My heart was pounding like crazy. What was I doing? Why was I doing it? I didn't want to know the answers, so I just went along with it. It was just for fun. I stepped back out of the bathroom and approached Don from behind. I put my hands around his waist and hugged him tightly. My boobs squashed into his back. "Mmmm, Don. It's soooo nice to spend some time with you alone." I lightly kissed the back of his neck. "I'm enjoying it too, Mom," he said, grasping my arms. He turned in my embrace and we stood face to face. He had a few inches on me, so I looked up at him. I felt dreamy and detached. He was so strong, so pure, so sure. He looked down at me, love in his eyes. His gaze was caught by my newly enhanced cleavage. "You're looking fine, Mom," he said quietly. "Now you're just making fun of me," I giggled. I felt seventeen again. It was such a wonderful feeling. I felt something thick against my leg. I knew what it was, but I pretended not to notice it. God knows he was entitled to be aroused, the way I was behaving around him. And I was flattered to know that I had done this to him. Me, his own mother! My sex felt hot, trembly. "Nonsense," he replied, and held me away at arm's length. He looked squarely at my chest. The extra padding (now starting to feel uncomfortable from the tissues getting damp) had pushed my breasts up even further, so that they wobbled above the cups. I wondered if they were high up enough now after our embrace that any part of my areolas would show. I hardly cared. I was flying high. "What's not to like?" "Well, I'm none too fond of my waist, and my butt, and my thighs," I cataloged, ticking them off on my fingers. "Hmm. All I can comment on at this moment is your waist. And I don't see any extra fat there. You've still got those curves that netted you Tim. As far as your butt and thighs, my guess is that they're much like the rest of you. Still in extra good shape." "Ha! Smooth-tongued cheeky bastard," I laughed. I loved that he was being so open, so frank with me. And of course I drank down the compliments. His shorts did nothing to hide his own increasing arousal. Even more amazing, he seemed completely comfortable with it. I found myself wondering what he looked like. But I chastised myself. This was just fun flirting, nothing more. "If I need more building up, I'll know who to go to." "Hey, Mom, any time you want me to ogle your body, I'm there!" I blushed. It was better than being seventeen again! After all, then, I had been unsure of myself, and there was no way any of the guys I had dated had been as self-confident as my son was now. My fingers were toying with the waistband of my shorts. I had half a mind to take him up on his challenge, and to rid myself of the annoying garment. I wanted him to see me. To see his own mother, as God intended her to be seen. Well, maybe He had nothing to do with my thinking at that moment. We went back to work, although neither of us had any interest in the work. It was more just a chance to covertly (on my part) look at the other's body. And Don's body was well worth taking an interest in. His muscles were so well defined, and his shorts rode low enough on his hips that I could see that thrilling line that defined the bottom edge of his abdominal muscles. It dipped into his shorts, leading the eye to the thick bulge sitting at the junction of his thighs. His whole body glistened and shone with his sweat, and he mopped his brow frequently with the back of his thick forearm. His dark hair stuck to his forehead and the back of his neck. "You know what, Mom?" His voice snapped me out of my reverie. I suddenly realized I had been staring at him. His eyes were glinting with happy mischief. "Uh, what?" "I think we deserve a little break. And I have a great idea for how to break the heat." "Um, okay," I said, hesitantly. "No, I think you'll like it. The water is connected, and there's a garden hose in the back yard. Why don't we hose ourselves down a bit?" The idea was more than tempting. It sounded like heaven. "That's a great idea, Don. Just give me a second, and I'll meet you out back." I slipped into the bathroom and fished the sodden tissue out of my bra. I didn't want the evidence of my silliness to come flushing out when I was getting a rinse down! As soon as I stepped out the back door, I was greeted with a splash of ice-cold water. I shrieked, and hid back inside. "Donald Matthew Spencer! How dare you mistreat your mother in that way!" "Don't be sore, Mom," he called. "Just a taste of what's to come." I looked down at myself. The sudden shock had caused my nipples to get rock hard, and they poked out against the sodden material of my bra. I shrugged internally. After all, Don had seen so much more of me than that. You couldn't even see the darker skin of my areolas through the bra. I stepped back outside again. "You could at least give a woman a chance to prepare herself," I complained. In the brighter light of the sun, Don looked even more scrumptious. His well-defined muscles stood out beautifully, and he held himself with such composure. His shorts were riding low on his hips, and the little triangle of hair leading down from his navel led my eyes down to his groin. "Are you ready now?" His voice had a teasing quality to it. I smiled coquettishly. "Not yet. Would you like to get cooled off first?" "Sure." He walked over to me with the hose. Standing a foot or so away, I was suddenly overcome with love for this man, this boy I had raised. What I wouldn't do for him. He paused as I took the hose from him. "Um, do you mind if I..." He hesitated. "What, Don?" "Um, took my shorts off? I'd rather they didn't get soaked as they're the perfect shorts for painting." "Why should I mind? It's not like you're going to show me anything I didn't see at our last vacation at the beach." Yeah, right, I thought. Except that I hadn't been paying as close attention at that time to the area of particular interest. He smiled at me, then stepped back a few paces, back into the sunlight. He stopped and, staring right at me with that curious smile on his face, reached down and unsnapped the front of his shorts. Suddenly, my throat was dry. It was like he was showing off for me, for me alone. I stared back at him, my eyes flicking down to his waist, and then back up to his face. He unzipped, then slipped his hands under the waistband. My God! What would I do if he had no underwear on? Would I scold him like a mother? Or faint, like an overheated woman? But there, as he lowered the shorts, I saw the white band on a pair of thin white boxers. My heart pounded in mixed relief and disappointment. The boxers came down slightly with his shorts, and I caught a glimpse of the thicker profusion of hair just above where his sex would start. My eyes were now riveted to the scene. I couldn't look back up at his face for fear he would laugh at me. My cheeks flushed with shame, but God help me, I couldn't stop looking! Going Out With Daddy Ch. 06 And then his shorts slipped down his legs, the boxers staying slung around his hips. He stepped out of his discarded clothing carelessly, and I could see his member swinging unfettered within the loose confines of his boxers. They were so thin, I could see little details of his thick shaft, including the outline of his circumcised head. I swallowed nervously. He carefully folded his shorts and brought them up to the deck, putting them next to me. "I'm ready now, Mom," he said quietly. His voice was low, deep, sexy. He looked deep into my eyes, then winked. "Are you ready?" "Uh, sure... Um, whenever you are." He turned and started walking back to the middle of the yard. On a sudden whim, I turned the nozzle of the hose on and let him have it square in the middle of the back. He must have jumped a mile! "Mom!" "Turnabout's fair play, kid," I laughed. He looked at me with a wounded expression. I rolled my eyes. "Jeez! Have a sense of humor." He chuckled, reluctantly. "Fine. I'm ready now." I turned the nozzle back on, and let the spray hit him in the chest. He stood stock still, his eyes closed. I played the water over him, splashing where I wished. The water dripped over his chest, his pecs, his flat stomach. It washed over his boxers, and I couldn't help but notice that where the thin cotton plastered to his skin, it turned pink and see-through. This I had to experiment with! With carefully placed splashes, I started the process of soaking his boxers. In no time, the poor garment had given up hope of disguising what lay beneath. The dark hair above his sex, the shaft hanging down, the head of his flaccid penis. The heavy sac below, with its precious cargo, pulled up against the warmth of his body as defense against the cold water. It was all laid before my eyes. In truth, it was almost like looking at a Greek statue. Although it was erotic in an intellectual way, it wasn't making me slaver with lust. All this was a relief to my tortured mind. I could keep on playing and flirting with him. Obviously, I wasn't actually attracted to him. He turned and I washed his back with the cold water. The same thing happened here. I could see his gorgeous rear, the two cheeks muscular and round, the crevice between them deep and well-defined. I turned off the nozzle. "Okay," I called. "I think it's my turn now." "Mmm. Wow, thanks, Mom. That felt awesome. I'm definitely cooled down." He came over to me, not bothering to cover up with way the boxers clung to his masculinity. I handed him the hose, then stepped into the sun. I took a deep breath, and hoped to God I knew what I was doing. "I'm going to take off my shorts as well," I announced. I kept my back to him, and quickly shucked them off my legs. I couldn't stop to think about it, or I might have chickened out. I knew that my panties were more than I should be displaying to my son. I heard a sharp intake of breath behind me as my ass came into view. But it was all still innocent, after all. No harm to anybody. "Okay," I said, my arms folded across my front, my back still to him. "Shoot." In a second, I felt the sudden sharp cold of the water slicing over my hot skin. It was torture and delight at the same time, until I got used to it. Then it was just delight. "Wow, Mom," Don called out to me. "You look just like a model, the way you're standing." "Really?" I looked over my shoulder at him. "What kind of model would be wearing these kinds of clothes?" "The kind I look at on my computer some times," he joked. "Naughty boy," I laughed. "Comparing your mother to some bimbo on porn sites!" "No comparison, Mom. You're much more beautiful." "Is that all?" I was caught up in the moment. "Just beautiful?" "No," he said, seriously. "Sexy, too." "Sexy, huh? And how would a model pose in these pictures of yours?" I loved the byplay, the undercurrent of illicit passion. It was so exciting! And flattering, too. "Hmm. Let's see." The water turned off. He walked down to where I was standing, shivering slightly from the chill water. "Put your arms up with your hands behind your neck." I stared at him for a second, then did as he asked. The position of my arms caused my chest to push forward. "Now, arch your back so your bottom is pushed outward." The pose was awkward, but I knew exactly what he was looking for, and I complied. It felt so freeing to be sexy with my boy. "Spread your legs apart about a foot and a half." He looked at me candidly. I blushed. But I did just as he asked. I wondered what my ass would look like in this position. "Very nice, Mom," he said, happily. "Let me just look at you for a few seconds." "You really are a naughty boy, to make your mother pose like this." My nipples felt as hard as rocks, pushing viciously out against the front of my bra. I looked at him with half-lidded eyes. He walked around me, examining me from every angle. "I guess you finally got to see all of my legs." "I sure have," he said, musingly. "You promised me a frank evaluation," I smiled. "You're right, I did." He stood directly behind me. I could feel him looking at me. I felt so exposed, so indecently exposed for his delectation. But I desperately wanted to hear what he had to say. "You have incredible tone in your muscles, Mom. The shape of your legs is just the way an artist would draw them. There is not a drop of excess fat anywhere from your ankles to the tops of your thighs." Oh, my God! He was looking at the tops of my thighs! "There's a pleasing line to the outside of your legs, from knee to hip, and then in to waist, just along here." I nearly jumped when I felt his finger glide up from my knee to the outside of my leg. I shivered as it slid inexorably over my hip, across the lacy band of my soaked panties, and then to the place where my waist started curving out again to my ribs. It wasn't ticklish; rather it was enticing, thrilling. "In some rare instances, a woman has a few curves that don't merely arouse, but invite, that draw your gaze to where you're meant to look. They focus the eye, remind you that what you are looking at is not merely a remarkable instance of feminine beauty, but is also a finely tuned instrument to achieve pleasure and delight." His voice was soft, seductive. My God, I was getting so turned on just listening to him! But I reminded myself that this was just for fun. Nothing more. "In you, I see every single one of those curves." "Wh—where?" My voice sounded dry, raspy. "Mm. I'm not sure I should show you, Mom." "Nonsense," I said, trying to sound firm. "There's nothing to be ashamed of. We're just family here." "All right," he replied, sounding amused. I see that you've finally truly gotten comfortable, Marie, Tim. It's important that you're completely relaxed around me if this experiment is going to work. And yes, Tim, that includes letting our daughter touch you in front of me. Doesn't he feel lovely, Marie? I've always enjoyed holding him when he's so excited. Try to prolong it as long as you can. You'll make him feel so much happier that way. "The first one is right here." That soft, gentle finger traced inward from my hip, delineating the border of my ass. It was just along the edge of my panties, so he wasn't touching skin, but the intimacy of his caress was breathtaking. "The undercurve of the bottom is one of the most visually erotic places on a female body." "A m—male's too, you know," I stuttered. "I wouldn't know about that." His finger crept along the curve of my ass, moving steadily towards the middle. God, how far would he go? "Right here, where the cheek curves upward to make the cleft, there should be only smooth gradation. No angles, no droop. And yours, Mom, right here," and his finger paused, sitting almost between my ass cheeks, "is perfection itself." "Mmm," I sighed, wiggling a little against his finger. "You're a smooth talker, aren't you?" "I've been told," he laughed softly. His finger stayed put right against me. "I believe you said curves? As in, more than one?" I prompted. "Mm-hm. I did. The second is right below the first." His finger traced downward, gliding over the curve of my ass to slide onto my upper thigh. It slipped between my legs, and my breath caught. "It's this line right here." He caressed a few inches below my crotch on my inner leg. "Do tell," I breathed. My whole body was on fire with anticipation. We were really only having fun, right? Or had some line already been crossed? I couldn't tell any more, but whatever. It was too much fun to protest now. "Some women are lucky enough to have a slight space between their thighs, a place where the two legs don't quite meet. In those lucky few, should they bend forward, their sex is displayed to perfection, framed by the sweet curves of their thighs. You are one of those lucky, lucky ladies, Mom." "I'm lucky? Or the hypothetical person who is regarding me is lucky?" My voice was wry, but joking. "Both, Mom. Bend forward a little more." My God, after what he had said? He wanted to see my 'sex displayed to perfection?' Well, all right. I had my panties on after all. He wouldn't really be able to see anything. I hoped. I leaned forward, keeping my feet planted and my legs straight. I knew exactly how he wanted me to stand. His finger stayed right there, perched on my inner thigh, and as I leaned forward, I felt it rasp against the edge of my panties. Good lord, my son had his finger right at the edge of my pussy! I was breathing heavily. My whole sex felt thick and hot. I wondered if he could smell it. I almost hoped he could! "Beautiful, Mom. Absolutely beautiful. It's these lines right here," and his finger traced around the entire edge of the gusset of my panties, surrounding the tender skin of my pussy. "They delineate you precisely, showing off to its best effect the sexuality of your womanhood." "Mm. I just bet they do, Don," I said dryly. "I bet it would all look even better if I had no panties on, hmm?" "Well, I wouldn't dare say," he laughed. "I'm sure you're right." "D—do you..." But I couldn't finish my thought. For at that second, his cell phone rang. I straightened up, the spell suddenly broken. My face was flushed. He looked at me steadily for a second. There was not a trace of shame or disapproval in his eyes. Just love... or was it lust? Or both? He turned to get his phone from his shorts. "Hello? Oh, hi, Mark... Nothing much, just working on the house. Uh huh... Tonight? What time? Um, okay." He glanced over at me. "I've got a house guest. Would it be okay to bring her along? Yes, her... God, you're such a skag... Okay. See you later then." He flipped the phone shut and turned back to me. "There's a party tonight at one of my friend's dorms. Do you want to go?" "A party?" I thought back to college. That was such a long time ago. Did I really want to get back into that sort of milieu? "Do you want to go?" "Sure, but only if you want to. I should warn you, they do get a little out of hand, usually. You know, kind of like a make-out party." "Hmm. I'm not sure that your friends would want one of their friend's mothers to be there, then." "Don't be silly. We won't tell them you're my mother. They'll never guess anyway. We don't look that much alike, and you don't look old enough to be my mother." "Flattery again?" I looked at him fondly. "What the heck? Won't hurt anybody for us to go and have some fun tonight." He smiled back at me. It felt so wonderful out there in the hot sun, the two of us, so close, so loving. In our underwear, no less! But, I loved that we could be so intimate without fake modesty. Mother and son should have nothing to hide from one another, I reasoned to myself. "Well," I said finally, breaking my reverie. "If I'm going to go to a party tonight, I'm going to have to go shopping to get something a little prettier than what I brought with me. I'll take the car and go to the mall while you keep on working here, all right?" "Sure, Mom," he said with a twinkle in his eye. "I hope you find something that will show off that pretty body of yours." "What? Donald Marks, you watch yourself," I scolded, but I couldn't help blushing. "Seriously," he insisted. "If I'm bringing you to a make-out party, you have to show up the other girls, or my friends will think I'm a loser." "I—I don't know if I can show up college age girls, honey," I stammered. "They've got twenty years on me." What was he saying? Was I really going along with his plan to introduce me to his friends as his girl? He came close to me, and the proximity of his fine physique made me feel a little dizzy. "Believe me, Mom. There's not a girl on this whole campus who can hold a candle to you, when you put your mind to it." He pulled me in close against him, my skin against his except where our undergarments separated us. He gazed deeply down into my eyes, and I felt embarrassed by the intensity of his look. I blushed and put my head against his chest. I could hear the calm thump of his heart, and it steadied me. "All right, buster," I whispered. "You asked for it..." When I got back from the mall several hours later, it was already evening. Don had already showered and was making some dinner. I fended off his curiosity and took my bags into the bathroom. My God, was I really going to go through with this? I looked at my purchases and my courage nearly failed me. But I couldn't let my son down. I had made a promise to him that afternoon, and I was going to show him just how good I could look. I showered and shaved in all those personal places that help a girl to feel extra-special. The dress was a slip-type dress, all black satin and lace, with little half-sleeves. The bodice had a light built-in bra, and the neckline swooped deep between my breasts to show off the inner slopes of my cleavage. It had a little tie to give the waist definition. Below the butt, it was all lace, stopping at mid-thigh. The satin over my ass would show off any panty lines, so I had purchased a black g-string to go along with it. I had found a pair of black strappy high-heeled sandals to go along. I studied myself in the mirror. I felt nearly naked in the little dress, but I wasn't showing anything inappropriate. It looked sexy, not slutty. I pulled my hair back into a soft pony-tail, and applied some light make-up to my face. The final image was just what I had hoped it would be. I looked years younger than I usually do, and for the first time, I felt a little confidence that I could pull this off. It wouldn't do for us to arrive at the party and have people ask Don why he brought his mother along! Don was suitably impressed when I emerged. In fact, his jaw hung open. I took in his appearance at the same time, and liked what I saw. He had a white short-sleeved linen shirt on and a pair of neat khaki pants, flat-front and crisp. His dark hair was neatly combed and still wet from the shower. "Close your mouth, Don. I don't want anything to fly in," I joked. "Nice, Mom," he said, blinking. "You look stunning." "You won't have to worry about being embarrassed by your old mom?" "Old mom? Where is she? All I see is a gorgeous, sexy young woman." "You're just saying that 'cause you're hoping to get lucky tonight," I teased. "Damn straight," he laughed. "A guy'd have to be a fool not to hope that after seeing you." It felt so comfortable, so natural to flirt with him. If he was so calm and happy about it, what did I have to worry about? We had a pleasant dinner, sharing a bottle of wine. After the first glass, I was completely relaxed. Conversation with my boy was so easy. And he kept giving me such admiring glances, looking down at my chest, reaching out to touch my hand. I felt lightheaded, buzzed, horny. My nipples were hard most of the evening, just from his presence. At nine thirty, we got ready to go. The summer evening was delightful, a mild breeze stirring the air. The night sky was clear, the stars brilliant in their millions. I felt so romantic, walking along the quiet college town streets, arm in arm with a handsome young man. We reached his friend's dorm and walked in. The lights were dim and there was soft music playing. Young people were sitting around the entrance hall in twos and threes, talking and laughing. I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but the atmosphere was congenial, welcoming. I let go of whatever unease I had still residing in my chest. "Hey, Don," a young man said, coming out of the side room. "Glad you could make it." "Hi, Mark," my son replied. "Let me introduce you to Carol, my... uh, my friend." "Pleased to meet you," I said, taking Mark's hand. "Likewise," he said, his eyebrows raised. "Wow, Don. You sure know how to pick 'em." "A smooth talker, hm?" I quirked a smile at him. "Better watch out, Don. Your friend might just steal me away!" We laughed, and Mark led us inside. He was there with a girl as well, a sweet blonde named Emmy. I met several other couples, all friends in the same group. We sat around talking, drinking wine coolers and beer. I was glad to see that everyone had made the effort to look good. "Carol, would you like to dance?" Mark stood up and extended a hand to me. I looked over at Don, and he nodded, smiling. "I'd be delighted," I said, standing up and taking Mark's hand. "I guess that leaves you and me, Emmy. Want to dance?" "Thought you'd never ask," she laughed. We moved to another main room, where the music was a little louder. It was some lovely slow jazz, Chet Baker or something. Mark took me into his arms and we started swaying together. I felt so relaxed, so genuinely happy. I let myself mold against this young man's body. "Don's a lucky guy," he whispered into my ear. "You think so?" "Well, he's going out with you. That's pretty lucky as far as I'm concerned." I was quiet for a second, feeling his strong arms around me. He was holding me across the back, his hands respectfully kept just below my shoulder blades. "Mm," I said finally. "Well, Emmy's lucky to have you, I think." "She's a wonderful girl," he said softly. "She and I are very good to each other. We know that we each have our own needs, and we're good about letting each other find out how to fulfill them." His hand moved down my back, pulling me against him. I could feel something thick and firm pushing against my stomach. I had no doubts as to what it was. I looked over his shoulder to where Don and Emmy were dancing. She was plastered up against him, her short blonde hair on his shoulder. His hands were filled with her tight ass, squeezing and caressing her through her thin cotton dress. I felt a little jealous. But why should I? He was my son, and I had man enough right here. I deliberately let my hand fall down to Mark's ass. He felt wonderful, strong and manly. I felt his breath warm against the side of my face. "So you don't feel jealous, seeing Don holding Emmy's butt?" "No," he said, earnestly. "How could I when I'm just about to get to feel what I've been desiring all night?" His hand swept over my waist, down to my ass, where he started caressing me through the satin of my dress. It felt divine, and my legs trembled. I looked up into his face, to find him coming closer. His lips met mine, and I melted into him. His tongue sought out mine and they wrestled together. I surrendered. I would let him do what he wanted. His hand found the hem of my dress and pulled it up, reaching underneath to fondle my uncovered ass. "Mmm," he murmured. "I like a girl who can wear a g-string." His erection pushed insistently into me. God, I was indulging in a make-out party with an almost complete stranger. I looked around, to find that Don and Emmy had disappeared. Mark took my hand and led me back into the other room.