3 comments/ 21665 views/ 13 favorites Different Yet the Same By: MisterReason The modest split level home on Rondack Road in Colonie, New York had not changed in the months since Sharon Damino had gone off to college last August, and neither had the frosty relationship between her parents. It didn't take the 19 year old freshman long to figure that out when she came home for the holidays in the winter of 1971. Sharon's parents had put on their usual fronts for her benefit, with her mother having perfected her fake smile for years, and although her father had done his best to match his wife's false fronts he wasn't any better at it now than he had been before she left. Sharon knew her Dad was hurting even though he said nothing about it. She saw it in his eyes. He was alone and lonely even though he was married and shared a house with the woman, and Sharon knew that he missed his baby daughter. As for Horace Damino, the 54 year old father of three children who were all out of the house and happy living their own lives, being an empty nester was agony. Why they stayed married was a mystery to him and probably his wife as well. They were a habit and nothing more. When Sharon had told her parents she was coming home for a week in December they were both happy because it would mean a change in their dreary routine, but along with his happiness Horace also felt scared because when Sharon was around there would be temptation to return to the way things were when she had left. Horace was determined that what had gone on before between him and his only daughter must not continue. His resolve had been strong all fall but that was easy because while Sharon was only a 6 hour drive away, it wasn't like being in the same house. What they had done hadn't all been Horace's fault, and if truth be known Sharon had done more to create their intimate relationship than her father had. Horace had been reluctant and even though he was supposed to be the mature adult in the house, when it came to Sharon he was weak and nobody knew it like Sharon. The first day of Sharon's visit had been enjoyable and uneventful even though the ways Sharon had changed in less than six months clearly irked her mother. Sharon's evolving and flashing her independence didn't bother her father though, but then again anything his angel did was usually fine with him. So while the day went well, the night followed and that was what Horace had feared. Everything perverted had happened at night, and maybe that knowledge was what made him unable to sleep. After a hour of listening to his wife snore from the very far side of their bed, he crept out of the bedroom to get a drink. Horace closed the door behind himself and tiptoed past his daughter's bedroom, pausing a bit and staring at the door. His hand even went towards the knob but he caught himself, and full of pride at his resolve he continued on to the kitchen for the glass of water that he had told himself he wanted. Horace hadn't known Sharon would be awake as well, looking out the kitchen window behind the sink at the starlit backyard, and when he saw her he tried to turn around and go back to bed but couldn't. He found himself frozen in place by the refrigerator, looking at his sweet child who seemed unaware of his presence. Sharon was wearing the same clothes she always wore to bed, which was only a plain white t-shirt - a wife beater than used to be his - and while the shirt was big on the girl Horace knew it looked way better on her than it had on him. The t-shirt came down just past Sharon's rear end, barely hiding her pert butt cheeks as she leaned over the sink. His petite daughter still had nice legs, like they rest of her not overly shapely but perfect in his eyes. Her frizzy dark brown hair now came down to her bony shoulders, making her look even more like the folksinger Janis Ian whose song 'Society's Child' was the first song Sharon had learned on the guitar they had bought her for Christmas years ago. That wouldn't be a compliment to most girls since the singer was far from a raving beauty in any conventional way, but if somebody told her of the resemblance Horace didn't think his daughter would take offense since Sharon had never been one to go out of her way to be anybody's idea of a beauty queen and that certainly hadn't changed since she went off to college. He had taken her right at that very place, with Sharon suggesting it and bending over the sink so he could take her from behind. Horace didn't have to do it. He could have just said no and walked away but he didn't, savagely taking her like a dog while his wife's sleeping pill provided them privacy of sorts. "Hi Daddy," Sharon said, waking Horace out of his trance as his daughter turned around and leaned back against the sink, smiling at her father's shock when he learned she was aware of his presence. "Saw your reflection in the window." "I just came out for a drink of water," Horace said although he made no move towards the sink his daughter was blocking. "There's water in the bathroom too," Sharon reminded him as a way of telling her father she knew why he came out to the kitchen. "But I'm glad you came out here. I couldn't sleep either." Horace nodded, trying his best to keep eye contact with Sharon because there was danger if his eyes strayed lower, but judging by his daughter's smirk he must have failed because she then said, "They got a little bigger. Not a lot bigger, but..." "I - you look wonderful," Horace replied after deciding not to bother denying he hadn't been looking at Sharon's breasts which were unsupported under the tank top. Sharon did look a bit bustier than she had been last summer, although she was still a small breasted woman especially compared to her Mom who she resembled somewhat facially at least. What might have contributed to Sharon appearing fuller in the bust might have been partly due to the fact that Sharon didn't seem to be wearing bras anymore and gravity was taking charge, something that had been obvious even in the shapeless top she had worn home. "Mom didn't dig the new bra-less Sharon, did she?" his daughter suggested knowingly, and after Horace gave her a shrug that indicated that as usual she was perceptive about her mother she added, "I noticed you didn't seem offended by my titties hanging free though Dad." "Peace and love," Horace grinned while flashing her a peace sign, mimicking what Sharon used to do a lot. "Doesn't matter. You know me." "I do know you Daddy," Sharon grinned as she leaned further back, causing the large nipples on her puffy plump auroelas to become even more prominent, and as she put her hands up on the kitchen counter at her sides her father noticed something else. "Wait until she sees that. I know that's new for you as well," Horace offered, nodding towards the thick tufts of dark brown hair that now resided under Sharon's slender arms, a new feature that she seemed eager to show her Dad. "Oh. My armpits?" Sharon said as she feigned surprise, and as she lifted her arm and peeked at the growth she asked. "My roommate at the dorm doesn't shave and I thought she looked cool so I thought I'd try it. A lot of girls on campus don't shave. What do you think? Can you handle having a hippie for a daughter" "Fine by me once I get used to it but I think your mother will freak," Horace advised as he looked at Sharon's armpits which might have been as hairy as his own. "It will be our little secret Dad," Sharon winked. "I'll wear stuff with sleeves while I'm here. "I'll miss that little humming sound though," Horace said, referring to the sound his daughter's Lady Schick electric razor made when he would pass her bedroom and she would be running the pink device under her arms fastidiously every day, something that seemed to have stopped after she got to college by the looks of it. "I used to like it when you would stand there and hum along like you were harmonizing with it," Sharon recalled. "I think you might have liked watching me shave a little too." "I - uh..." "That's okay Daddy. I liked having you watch,"" Sharon interrupted. "Blushing again Dad. You're so cute." "So school is good," Horace said in an effort to change the subject. 'You still getting along with your roommate? What was her name? Lynn?" "Yep, that's her name, and we're getting along all right," Sharon said as she restrained a giggle before continuing. "We get along very very very very good, if you know what I mean." "Oh. I..." "I don't think Mom would understand that either," Sharon explained. "I knew I could tell you and not get lectured. You okay with it?" "Sure, I mean it's safer than you being with a guy," Horace replied, the thought of his daughter with another girl sending shivers down his spine. "Oh, there'a guy too," Sharon said. "Was a guy I should say because we split, so you aren't the only one anymore." "Good," Horace replied with a sigh of relief. "He made me appreciate what I had with you," Sharon responded while thrusting her chest out, making the t-shirt ride up a bit further on her slender thighs, and when she nodded towards her parents bedroom she added, "What Mom's thinking of shutting you off I have no clue." "So honey, you should have brought your roommate home with you," Horace suggested. "I don't think Mom would be ready for Lynn. She's kind of butch," Sharon explained. "She's not fat but she's built like a bodybuilder. Short red hair like a brush cut, and she's got tits as big as Mom's." "Sharon..." Horace sighed as she watched his daughter stick her hands out in front of her to emphasize her girlfriend's bust size. "And Lynn's really hairy down here too," Sharon continued in ignoring her father's attempt to divert the discussion, and as Sharon lifted her t-shirt up to her belly button she elaborated. "Lynn has this trail of hair starting right about here," Sharon said as she pointed to a space under her belly button before gesturing down towards her bushy triangle. "And then it spreads way out even onto the insides of her thighs. Bright red too. I thought I had a hairy pussy until I saw hers." "Honey please." "I thought you wanted a drink," Sharon said as she stepped a little away from the sink. "I won't bite you." Horace moved over to the sink and turned on the tap, and as he waited a second for the flow to get cold he shivered when he felt his daughter's hand on his shoulder as she looked up at the man who had been her hero and her lover. "I need it Daddy,' Sharon said and then more intensely added, "I need you." "So - uh - now that's you're close to your roommate like that, does that mean that Nancy is out of the picture?" Horace asked, desperately trying to change the subject again. "No, not necessarily,' Sharon replied of her long time friend and frequent sleepover guest who she had grown up with. "Nancy wrote me and told me she lost some of her baby fat and I was thinking about inviting her over some night so we could relieve old times. Would you like that Daddy?" "Whatever you want honey." "We could do what we did that one time," Sharon reminded her father of the last time the girl across the street slept over. "Remember that time when she slept over and you were hiding in the closet watching us?" "Another pitiful example of being a father," Horace mumbled but was ignored as his daughter continued. "Nancy had no clue you were watching although she wondered why we left the light on because she was self-conscious about being chubby," Sharon related. "I felt like I was putting on a show for you, and then that was the night she decided she wanted to lick my asshole but Nancy was snorting and licking so loud she couldn't hear you. Remember? I could hear you gasp in the closet when you saw that." "I was jerking off," Horace lamented. "Sick bastard." "Then after we went down on each other and were resting I had to make up an excuse to get her out of the room so you could get out of the closet without her seeing you," Sharon recalled. "I looked like a drowned rat. It got so hot in the closet, and then watching? Let's just say I'll never do that again. If Nancy comes over your two will have your privacy, I guarantee you." Horace filled a glass and downed it in one gulp, and as he went to refill it Sharon's hand came around and reached into the fly of his pajama bottoms, finding what she was looking for right away and expertly extracting his flaccid hose out into the open. "You don't know how often I think of your cock," Sharon sighed as her tiny pale hand pulled on the long beige member that had not only helped create her but had given her untold pleasure. "Want to tell you a story." Horace had trouble putting the glass to his lips because his hand was shaking so much as his daughter eased back his foreskin to expose the fat knob. "Lynn came to our room one night with a bag, and then she pulled out this big black dildo that she would attach to a harness that she was going to put around her hips," Sharon explained. "She says something like "What do you think this will do to your pussy?" and I laughed and almost blurted out that my Dad's cock is way bigger than that!" "Honey we can't," Horace whimpered as he looked down as Sharon's hand stroked his penis which was nearly erect despite himself. "I went to church last week - to confession." "You told Father Jupin about how we fuck?" Sharon asked with a chuckle. "He was probably jerking off while you told him." "No - I went to a church out of town," Horace replied. "Too ashamed of myself." "So he said you were bad and he said you shouldn't do it anymore," Sharon asked as she rubbed the wet tip of the massive rod that hung over the edge of the sink. "And so now you expect me to let go of this throbbing 11" of manhood and just go off to bed?" "It's not 11" - that time you measured it you shoved the ruler into me so hard that..." "You're changing the subject Daddy," Sharon interrupted. "Here - let me make it easy for you. If you don't want me just walk away." With that Sharon went to her knees on the kitchen tiles and forced her father's pajamas down, and when the garment freed itself from the penis sticking out the fly it caused the fleshy monolith to swing up so violently it nearly smacked Sharon on the chin. "Gotcha," Sharon whispered as she grabbed the stiff pole and brought it to her lips, and after licking around the edge of the foreskin and dabbing at the gooey tip, his daughter leaned forward. "Omigod," Horace mumbled as he watched the organ that had only known his hand in the months Sharon had been away slowly disappeared in his daughter's stretched mouth, and as she took him in she looked up at her Dad with those innocent doe-like eyes that were nothing like the wanton woman they belonged to. Sharon managed to get well past halfway down her father's prodigious weapon before retreating back to the tip, and then with each slow steady trip her mouth made down the vein-riddled tool more and more became slick with her saliva until her eyelashes were fluttering in his pubic hair. "Oh - honey - no," Horace groaned as he felt the head of his cock poke Sharon's throat, although it didn't seem to faze her. "Please stop." "Forget about the church stuff." "No, it's not that," Horace explained as he reached under his daughter's arms and lifted her to her feet. "It's just that it was so good I was going to cum." "Do I still give better head than Mom?" she asked with an impish grin. "Way better - but it's been a while." "How can anybody sleep next to that and not suck on it?" "Let's go downstairs honey," Horace said as he pulled his pajamas back up, and Sharon practically skipped down the stairs while Horace cursed himself every step of the way. Sharon flicked on the light to a low setting, which was enough so they could see each other clearly as well as adding a romantic glow to a tryst Horace was going to be a part of regardless of his best efforts. Any chance of him turning around and going back to bed disappeared when Sharon backed into the center of the den under one of the recessed lights and slowly peeled off his old wife-beater. This was something that his daughter had done often in the past so it was nothing new, but since it had been months since he had seen Sharon's rapidly developing body and absence had made his heart grow fonder. Her breasts were a little larger now and whether it was because of gravity or her not wearing a bra, her cones were now drooping downward a bit, becoming banana boobs with the puffy aureolas that covered the ends of her long cones and seemed to weigh them down. "I missed you so much honey," Horace whispered as he stepped out of his pajamas while never losing sight of Sharon's waif-like body. The thick and always untrimmed triangle of hair that filled the delta between her skinny thighs looked even more dense and untamed now, and that profuse growth had always made Sharon looked older than she was. It had always excited Horace for some reason, and the fact that his daughter was now sporting bushy armpits was already becoming something he was getting used to. "How do you want me Daddy?" Sharon asked as she raked her fingers through her pussy hair. "I'm already wet. Want me to bend over the back of the couch?" "No honey - I want to look at you when we make love," Horace said as he came over and took his little girl in his arms, lifting her up by grabbing her perky butt and kissing her hard while taking her over to the couch, and after dropping her down gently on the couch cushion knelt between her legs and put her calves over his shoulders. "That's it Daddy - eat my pussy," Sharon cooed as her father's face disappeared in the jungle, and as his tongue danced around her clitoris she added. "Nobody eats pussy like you Daddy. Not even my dyke roommate. Oh man - so good." Horace inhaled to musk of his daughter's sex while imagining some butch at school with shoulders as big as his doing this very thing to Sharon, and while he was always taught that homosexuality was evil he had to admit that if he could watch it happen he would. After all, he had sat in the closet that was suffocating just to watch Sharon and her plump friend eat each other out and despite his protestations he would do it again if he could. Horace effortlessly lifted Sharon's hard little butt up off the cushions so he could run his tongue down the length of her sex and further down, noting that the hair had grown even thicker down there in her absence. He knew he would end up eating out his daughter's ass before she left just like Sharon's friend Nancy had done, and although it had been nothing he had even done to Sharon himself before that, he was hooked on that as well. That would wait for another day - one where his wife would be out of the house before Sharon always got loud when he performed analingus on his daughter. She didn't howl from his tongue though, it was the introduction of his cock into that tiny orifice after his tongue was done that made her squeal. Another shameless act that he could not resist. "Cock Daddy," Sharon moaned as she churned on the couch, her thighs crushing her father's ears as he licked. "I need your cock so bad." Like a willing follower Horace lifted his face from Sharon's furry grotto and burned his knees on the rug as he scooted up closer to the target. "You hard Dad?" Sharon asked a second before he slapped at her opening with her meaty weapon a few times, causing his daughter to smile and add, "Should have known better than to ask. You're always hard." "Looking at you - tough not to be," Horace said as he pushed the tip of his tool into the soggy opening, and as he leaned forward and felt his cock force its way into his little girl he almost sobbed, "So tight - you're still so tight." "Always will be, and that's because of the size of your horse cock," Sharon grunted as Horace stopped briefly about halfway in. "Mom still isn't giving you any?" Different Yet the Same "Jerked me off Thanksgiving Eve," Horace grunted as he worked what was already in the furnace of Sharon's sex in and out. "She thought she was doing me a favor." "Poor Daddy," Sharon commented as she bit her lower lip. "You can always have me - you know that. Any time or place. If you want me I'm yours." "I know baby," Horace grunted as he eased a little more of his monster cock into the furry pussy. "You're a man - a man with needs," Sharon told him. "Maybe Nancy?" "What?" "Nancy - you know across the street Nancy? Pussy eating ass licking Nancy?" Sharon kidded, pausing as more of her father's manhood pushed into her. "She's always had the hots for you, and I bet she would love for you to fuck her." "Couldn't," Horace mumbled, trying not to watch Sharon's hands as they kneaded her pliant tits for his benefit. "She's a kid." "She's 18 and besides you need it Daddy, and I think she needs it too," Sharon explained while she savored the effect her dirty talk had on her father. "She said she lost a little weight." "No - it's not that. She's cute," Horace said of his daughter's chubby friend, and having seen her naked already he knew that while she wasn't shapely like Sharon, she was indeed a woman. "She probably wouldn't be scared of your cock like I was at first either," Sharon said of the throbbing prong that was going deeper than her roommate's dildo. "Her pussy is a lot bigger than mine even though she's never had a guy. I've fisted her a couple of times and she takes it and loves it." "Omigod," Horace muttered as he leaned and fully impaled Sharon with his cock, causing her to groan in response. "That's sweet." "What's sweet Daddy?" Sharon asked as she writhed on the couch. "My talking dirty, the idea of you fucking my best friend, or being able to stick all of that big dick into a woman's pussy again?" "Yes, yes and yes," Horace said as he looked down and saw nothing but pubic hair - both his and his daughters intermingling - while her pussy contracted around his tool. "I'll talk to her about it," Sharon declared as she slowly moved back and forward while her Dad stayed in place. "I can tell her we talked or I could just tell her to come over sometime Mom's not home and you can seduce her." "Rather have you," Horace told Sharon as he began to moved his hips against his daughter's movements. "You got me Daddy - now fuck me hard." Sharon told him as her father's thrusts got harder, and soon they had gone down to the carpet with Horace rutting into the skinny waif savagely as she wrapped her legs around his ass. All thoughts of how weak and evil he was disappeared at times like this, as his animal-like urges took control of his body, and the fact that he had mounted a girl who not only didn't mind his passion but reveled in it, and even though she was a whisper of a thing who was dwarfed by the man humping her, she gave as well as she took. "Fuck!" Sharon hissed, bridging her body up with her head as she came while Horace kept thrusting hard and fast, bowing his head to suck and nibble on her puffy aureolas while her pussy convulsed around his member and she writhed around wildly beneath him. "You didn't cum did you?" Sharon gasped after her body fell back onto the carpet, and as she looked up at her father whose face was red and was dripping sweat all over her body, she ran her hand over his flushed cheek. "What a man you are. I can feel your huge cock still throbbing in me." Horace fought back the tears that wanted to come, the joy of being loved and appreciated so much different that the dull life he lived with the woman who had become little more than a housemate after all these years. "I love you honey," was all Horace could say as Sharon squirmed from under him. "I love you too Daddy, now why don't you get on your back so I can to the work for a while?" Sharon declared, and after her father assumed her previous position she knelt beside, lifting her father's cock up from his stomach and stroking the stiff pole which was slick with her juices. "Still can't believe all of this monster can fit in my tiny pussy," Sharon mused as she straddled her father's hips and rubbed the uncut monolith up and down her sex before slowly lowering herself onto it. "Damn Daddy - feels like you're splitting my cunt in half." "Ssh," Horace warned his daughter, not in reference to her vulgarities which he loved but for her volume which occasionally rose dangerously. "Oh yeah," Sharon sighed after she impaled herself, and when her father grabbed her breasts she leaned forward so he could handle her hangers better. "You know how they like to be handled. That's it." Horace grunted as his big hands mauled the banana boobs, the rough handling seemed to drive his already rabid daughter even crazier as she bounced on him like a trampoline. "So good!" Sharon hissed as she moved up and down, straightening upright and waved her arms in the air joyously, twisting her lithe upper torso in response to her tits being pulled on. "Fucking me so good." The two of them grunting was only a little louder than the slushy sound being created by Sharon bouncing down onto Horace's cock, and when her father's hands left her swaying breasts for a moment to explore she giggled. "Wasn't sure you'd like that," Sharon gasped as her father's fingers raked through her armpits, pulling and stroking the moist thickets before going back to her breasts. "I remember you used to like to kiss my pits when they were smooth." "Love you in any way - all ways," Horace grunted as he fought the urge to cum, but after Sharon had another orgasm, a milder version of the one she had moments earlier, he was losing the battle. "You're going to cum aren't you Dad?" Sharon asked, and after her father's strained face nodded she gasped, "In my mouth or cunt?" "Mouth," Horace spat out, and in a flash his daughter had climbed off of him and was bowing her face down, her mouth taking his swollen spear and going down on it just as savagely as her pussy had. "AWWW!" Horace moaned as he came, Sharon's curly haired head not missing a beat as it bobbed up and down between his knees, and he looked through his blurred eyes as Sharon's lips kept going down the top half of his exploding member while the semen poured out of the corners of her mouth and down the shaft. "Wow Daddy, you really had that stored up for a while," Sharon remarked as she straightened up, and her father had to laugh when he saw that her semen had formed a milky goatee on her chin despite her trying to swallow all she could. "Guess so," Horace said as Sharon eased down and embraced him. "Wish I was here more than a week," Sharon opined as they hugged. "Me too honey," Horace sighed as he held her close. "Think I'll invite Nancy over on Saturday night," Sharon suggested. "Would that be good?" "Anything you want honey." "Maybe I could bring her down here," Sharon pondered. "You could watch us from the furnace room over there - through the vent." "I don't know..." "You know you want to, and that way you could check out what you're going to be fucking - and don't tell me you won't be doing Nancy because we both know you will. Believe me if I tell her you want her she'll run across the street naked at noon to get at you." Sharon said. "She's hot for you and I've never even told her about your cock either. She's had a crush on you forever." "Okay." "AFTER I go back to school that is. Until then you're all mine." "Whatever you say honey." "That way I know you aren't suffering without loving while I'm gone," Sharon explained. "Man, if you two get along like I know you will maybe when I come back for spring break I could hide in the furnace room and watch you and her fuck." "I don't know..." "Think about it Daddy," Sharon chirped. "Imagine having her on all fours right here with her chubby butt there in front of you, and you sticking that monster into her ass! It makes me hot just thinking about it." "We'll see," Horace said. "We'll see." *** Epilogue... "What is it my son?" the voice behind the thick screen asked in a kindly voice while Horace squirmed on the hard wooden bench as the dim bulb beamed above him. "It's been two days since my last confession," Horace said after clearing his throat. "Two days?" the voice replied in interrupting. "I recognize your voice. You're the one with the daughter problem." "Yes. She came home for the holidays and..." "You caved. You got weak," the voice scolded. "I can tell my the tone of your voice. You failed yet again. You're simply unable to contain the beast within you." "I tried but..." "Nonsense! And don't give me the foolishness that the child wants it either." "She's 19!" "Doesn't matter. You're a sick man." "I'm sorry," Horace said. "Sorry?" the voice bellowed in a voice that surely the whole church could hear. "Sorry?" "Yes, I'm sorry," Horace spat out as he rose, almost yelling through the screen as he continued. "I'm sorry I'm wasting precious time here when I could be home making love to my daughter." "Disgusting!" "And her girlfriend's coming over tonight, and after my frigid wife goes to sleep I'm going to watch them eat each other out," Horace concluded. "What do you think about that?" "You should be ashamed of yourself." "I am - before and after I do the dirty deeds," Horace said before leaving the little confessional for the final time. "While I'm doing it? Ha!" **** Thank you for reading.