Chapter Four

I looked at Mark and began to get very concerned. He wasn’t showing any reactions that would give me a clue as to how he felt about me at this point. What I wanted so badly right then was for him to show me that he still loved me, no matter how wicked my confession had been so far. But he just looked at me with this blank expression and didn’t say a word.

I had to force myself to continue telling him the rest of Saturday night, and especially that Sunday.

******

During the night while we both slept, I dreamt about Daddy and me together. The dream seemed so real. In it, Daddy and I were waiting for Mom to get home. It was Sunday afternoon and Daddy and I couldn’t keep our eyes off of each other. We still wanted each other so very badly, even though it was supposed to be over.

When Mom arrived home and came into the living room, Daddy fended her off rushing into his arms to greet him. Rather he stood and made an announcement to the family that he and I were now husband and wife. Mom stood there in shock, looking at the two of us. My brother and sister were standing with their mouths hanging open. I quickly looked up at Daddy, stunned and bewildered.

What had happened to our promise not to hurt Mom or the family!?

Daddy walked over to me, and picked me up in his arms, “My new wife and I will be in our bedroom. Caroline, you can move into Melissa old room. Kids, I still expect you to respect your mother, but Melissa is now the woman of this house.”

Daddy carried me to ‘our’ bedroom and placed me on the bed. He straddled my body and kissed me passionately. Even though I was in a state of bewilderment, his hand found my pussy wet and ready for him. I certainly didn’t feel horny, but my body reacted otherwise.

He began to fuck me with his fingers while telling me between kisses how much better I was than his ‘old wife’.

I looked toward the door and saw Mom standing there, tears flowing down her face as she watched her husband making love to their daughter. He was telling me how much he loved me more than his real wife right in front of her!

Daddy never looked at Mom. He was completely focused on me. He kneeled between my legs, placing his hard shaft between my pussy lips. He then thrust deeply into me. Mom stared at us in disbelief, hurt and in anger.

She walked over to the bed. I could see the extreme anguish on her face and in her eyes. Before her on her own bed, the man she had cherished for over twenty years, and the daughter she given birth to just sixteen years ago, were fucking as if it was so natural.

“How could you do this to me, James?!”

“She’s young and exciting, Caroline,” he replied. “We couldn’t help ourselves.”

Mom then verbally laid into both of us, “You can have the little tramp! She is nothing but a shameless slut, and always will be. I never thought you would hurt me like this, you bastard! How many other little girls have you fucked over the years behind my back? It serves you right to end up with your whore of a daughter as your ‘wife’ now. You deserve each other!”

Daddy said nothing as he continued to fuck me like a man possessed. What was happening to my family?!

“Mom, please don’t leave!” I cried out. “This isn’t what I want. I don’t want you to leave us. I’m so sorry!” I exclaimed, my own tears running down my face. Daddy just kept fucking me through it all.

“Listen, you little bitch,” she spat at me. “You’re nothing but a worthless cunt. You’re no longer my daughter ... just the little whore that stole my husband from me. I don’t ever want to see you again!” she shouted, turning around to leave us forever.

“NO, MOM. NOOOOOOO!” I screamed.

I tried to push Daddy off of me, but he wouldn’t stop fucking me! His face seemed blank. He seemed oblivious to the destruction of his own family. I was just a little teen slut for him to fuck. I was the one that had seduced him, and now he just wanted to fuck me instead of saving his family!

“GET OFF ME, DADDY! PLEASE DON”T GO, MOOOOOMMM! ...”

I suddenly woke from my sleep in a complete panic, jumping out of bed to go after Mom before I realized I had only been dreaming. Daddy was still in bed next to where I had been lying.

But this was not just a dream. This was my worst nightmare ever.

Tears flowed down my own face as I realized that no matter how wonderful this weekend had been, it could still cause just as much harm. My family still could be destroyed because of what I had done. My impulsive nature could cause me to lose what was so precious to me, my family, just because I became horny for my daddy.

I also feared that I would be haunted forever with unfulfilled lust for my father. How could our affair just end when it had just begun? So many conflicting feelings and emotions were overwhelming me.

Dad never woke up, not even from my screaming. He was out like a light.

I got back in bed, and cried softly to myself as I fell back asleep in the darkness of my parents’ bedroom.

******

With the sun shining into the bedroom, I wasn’t sure which one of us woke up first. But I found myself looking into Daddy’s eyes as we lay beside each other.

“Melissa, let’s get cleaned up and get something to eat. We need to straighten up the house this morning before your mother gets home.”

“Okay, Daddy,” I simply said, resigned to the fact that our weekend together was over.

I clinched my lips together as I stood by the bed, looking down at it. The past two nights had been incredible. Now there were only the remnants of our passion on the sheets. Glancing down at myself, those remnants were also dried on my body.

Everything felt very strange. I still felt excited over everything that had happened. But I also felt very sad that it was over. I also felt anger welling up in me. I felt anger at my mom.

I didn’t want this affair to end. I wanted things to continue forever. But I had to stop because of my mom. I almost felt hatred for her at that moment.

However, I also remembered the dream so vividly from the previous night. Reality finally hit me. Mom was the one who should be angry! Mom was the one that should feel hatred! What had I done?! Intense guilt hit me and made me cringe.

“What’s wrong, baby girl?”

“Nothing ... just trying to wake up,” I replied.

“Are you feeling guilty now?” he asked, which really surprised me.

“Yeah. Some. Daddy, have you ever cheated on Mom before?”

“Honey ... I can’t say that I’ve always been an angel over the years. I’ve openly flirted with various women I’ve known. I’ve been to stag parties and strip shows. I’ve enjoyed a few stolen kisses and touches with a few women. But I have never had an affair with anyone. I’ve never been intimate with another woman behind your mother’s back.”

“Until now,” I stated.

He nodded.

“That’s why I feel guilty,” I replied. “I know how bad I would feel if I found out my husband had cheated on me. Now here I am, the other woman that you cheated on your wife with ... my mom!”

“Listen, Melissa. We’ve got to be careful. Your mom knows both of us very well. We can’t afford to act any different around your mother. I know that might be hard for a few days. But we absolutely have to act the same around each other like always. Remember, your sister and brother will be here, too. You can’t let them notice anything different either.”

“I know. It’s just hard right now. I guess I still want you so bad that I can’t ...”

“Melissa! You made a promise to me!” he said loudly, startling me.

“I did promise ... I still promise,” I meekly replied. “I know what can happen if I don’t keep my promise,” I said almost mournfully.

He came closer and put his arms around me. A tear formed in my eye, rolling down my cheek. He wiped it from my face and held my chin in his hand.

“I’m sorry I said that so rough to you, baby girl. There is just too much at stake now. Please remember, I love you. I always will, no matter what. This weekend will always be special to me. It is something you and I shared that will remain ours forever. I’ll make it up to your mother in many ways. But please remember that we’re a family, and we have to protect our family ... even though we didn’t over the last few days.”

I looked up at him knowing he was right.

“Okay, Daddy. I won’t let you down.”

I realized I needed to focus on what I needed to do to keep my family together, and block out all other feelings. If I didn’t, I knew I would slip up in front of Mom. I could never let that happen! And I knew it would be hard to keep my real feelings from Mom because all too often she could read my mind.

I looked over at the nightstand and saw Mom’s vibrator still there from the previous night. I reached over to pick it up.

“I guess we do need to REALLY pick up around the house,” I said, giggling and feeling somewhat better about things.

He laughed at me, “Maybe we should make sure everything is in its proper place!”

“Hey! I thought you said it was over now?” laughing at his double entendre.

“Get your little ass in the shower, you bad girl,” he said, chuckling and swatting at my naked butt.

After taking separate showers, I fixed us both a quick breakfast. We had much to do to make sure the house was prepared for Mom’s return.

We spent the morning cleaning up the entire house. We went room by room to make sure there was no evidence left of our weekend affair. I made sure all the sheets and towels that we fucked on were washed and dried, with fresh linen put on the bed. Daddy made sure that Mom’s toys were cleaned and put back in place, out of sight.

After we were both convinced that there was nothing left to do to cover up our affair, we went to the family room and collapsed onto separate chairs. I couldn’t help but look over at the couch where I had played with Daddy’s big beautiful cock for the first time.

I quickly pushed those thoughts from my mind. I couldn’t let myself think about that. I had to be strong and act normally. I had to keep the feelings for my father out of my mind. He was first and always my daddy now.

About mid-afternoon, we both heard Mom’s car when it pulled into the garage. Daddy got up from his chair and went to the door leading to the garage to greet her. I couldn’t bring myself to move from my chair. I just sat and stared blankly at the TV. I was afraid she would look at me and immediately know exactly what I had done.

Sam and Jessica practically ran through the family room on their way to go upstairs. My brother said something to me, but I wasn’t paying attention to anything right then other than Mom.

I heard Mom as she came through the door to the family room. She didn’t say anything to me, but I was aware that she was moving closer to me.

“Must be a good movie, huh?” she said, attempting to get my attention.

I smiled brightly at her and jumped up to hug her tightly.

“Welcome home, Mom,” I said. “I missed you.”

“Did you stay out of trouble while I was gone?”

“Yeah, Mom,” I replied, mentally cringing at what was a horrible lie. For a few moments, I was overwhelmed with guilt. But outwardly, I kept my composure.

“Well, it looks like you helped your father keep the house looking nice,” she said, glancing around. “I’m proud of you.”

I looked at the couch and wondered if she could tell her husband had fucked someone other than her on it. I chided myself for letting that thought pop in my head. I had to stay in control or I knew I would fuck up and make her suspicious. I couldn’t let her see me act any differently than before.

Daddy helped Mom unload the car. As they headed upstairs with the suitcases and bags, I had a sudden panic attack as I tried to remember if everything was as it should be in their room. Again, I got on myself for not controlling my thoughts. I had already triple checked their bedroom.

The rest of the day and night passed without any problems. Mom acted the same as she always did. That helped me to relax and keep my own thoughts under control.

Later in the evening, Mom cuddled up with Daddy on the couch. I immediately had mixed feelings. I knew she was where she belonged, but I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. I just sat in the same chair as I was in when Mom got home.

My parents went to bed about their normal time. My brother and sister pretty much stayed in their rooms during the evening. That left me alone in the family room for the first time that day.

I was still sitting in the same chair, staring at the TV once again. I would normally crash on the couch when no one else was around, but I just couldn’t that night. I mostly just stared at the TV, feeling a little lost in a house I had grown up in.

Finally after flipping through the channels and finding nothing of interest, I decided to go up to my room. As I reached the top of the stairs, I saw the light shining from under my parent’s bedroom door at the end of the hall.

I passed by my room and quietly walked to just outside their closed door. I wanted to know if they were talking about me. Was my mom suspicious of anything?

As I put my ear close to the door, I heard what were the obvious sounds of them having sex. It sounded like they were really into it too! I smiled to myself. I was happy for them. They should be fucking each other.

I then remember that for the previous two nights, I had been the one in that very bed getting fucked wonderfully by that same man. I knew just how good he was making Mom feel.

I heard both of them groaning through their orgasms. The sounds coming from their room were so recognizable. I couldn’t help but touch my own pussy. God, I was soaked!

After it became quiet, I slipped away from their door and went to my own bedroom. I certainly didn’t want to get caught spying on them.

After flouncing on my bed, I lay on my back staring up at the ceiling. My mind was instantly flooded with memories of my daddy’s gorgeous cock. I saw myself holding, kissing, licking, sucking and fucking his magnificent shaft. I tried not to think about my feelings though, just the images. I just let the images roll through my mind.

One particular memory stuck out though. It was the previous morning after our first fuck. It was when I had gone into my brother’s room looking for any trash that needed to be thrown out.

While taking a moment to tuck the bed sheet under the mattress better, I had found one of his dirty magazines hidden under it. It was one his friend, Chris, had given him about two years ago. At the time, I had walked in on the two of them, when that magazine, along with a few others, had been laid out on my brother’s bed. They had pulled down their pants and underwear. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what they were doing.

My brother was pissed off that I had barged in on them. I told him he should have had the door locked if he didn’t want someone catching them jerking off to porn. They had thought they were alone in the house, that I had gone shopping with Mom.

I teased them both a good bit. Chris did his best to get me to strip and join them, and I did feel the urge to do just that. He was seriously cute, and was a rising junior. But there was no way I was going to take off my clothes or do anything sexual with my brother in the room.

Our friends would have found out about it, and then it would have been all over school. Before long, the story would have been that I had done a threesome with Chris and my brother. I knew better than to get caught in that trap.

I did get a good look at the magazines though. They were really hardcore. The one I had specifically picked up and looked at was the same one I had just found. I remembered this one pictorial that really caught my attention at the time.

Later I asked my brother where the magazines came from, and why they weren’t jerking off to internet porn. He told me they were some that Chris’ father had thrown out. Chris told them his father had gotten them from a sleazy sex store over the years. He begged me not to tell Mom and Daddy, and I said I wouldn’t. He then told me I could look at the ones Chris had given him whenever I wanted, but I never did.

I couldn’t resist pulling it out right then though. He would never know. That meant he couldn’t tease me about it.

I flipped through the pages. It had a lot of pictures of young girls fucking and sucking horny older men with big cocks. Some of the girls were dressed in cheerleader outfits. Some were dressed in school uniforms with their hair in pig tails. It made them look a lot younger than they really were. Most of the girls were very petite with really small breasts.

I was so focused on the pictures, that I didn’t hear Daddy approach the door.

“I didn’t know you liked that type of reading material,” Daddy said, standing just inside the room. I jump momentarily from the surprise of Dad walking in on me. He was smiling at me while I sat on the bed with my older brother’s dirty magazine open.

“Well, it’s NOT my magazine, Daddy!”

“I know, sweetheart. I figured Sam might have a few of those stashed away somewhere for his personal use.”

Pointing at what appeared to be dried cum on a page, I giggled, “Yeah, VERY personal use.”

We both laughed at each other.

Daddy walked closer and looked over my shoulder at a blonde cheerleader getting fucked by a football coach as she leaned over his desk in his school office.

“That looks like fun. Don’t you think, little one?” he said playfully.

“Do you want me to be your little cheerleader?” I teased.

“Baby, you can be anything you want, but right now I want you to lean over this desk and let me fuck your little pussy just like that coach is fucking that cheerleader.”

I leaned over my brother’s desk and Daddy quickly moved to line his waving cock up with my dripping cunt. He teased me for a few moments with his cockhead, rubbing it up and down through my wet slit before pushing it slowly into my pussy. He then drove his thick shaft in and out of me with long hard strokes.

He kept a steady rhythm for a few minutes while keeping quiet. I wondered if he was pretending I really was a cheerleader. It felt extremely naughty getting fucked in my brother’s room, leaning on his desk!

When Daddy finally started talking, he couldn’t resist asking me some naughty questions about me and my brother.

“Have you ever done anything nasty with Sam?”

I turned my head back to look at him, surprised at his question as he continued to fuck me intensely.

“Why are you asking me about him?” I panted unsteadily as he kept fucking me. With a devilish grin, I then asked, “You don’t think I would be fucking anyone in my family, do you?”

“It would be okay, baby girl,” he answered. “I can’t very well be angry with my own cock buried in your tight little pussy.”

“Well ... if you must know ... we have played together a little.”

“What have you two done together?” he anxiously asked.

“We’ve ... touched each other. I used to jerk his cock off sometimes. He liked to finger fuck me. Sometimes he would put his cock on my pussy and rub it against my mound.

“Is that all?” jamming his cock in hard while asking.

“I ... sucked him off a few times,” I replied as he began to rapidly pound me. “All of this happened a few years ago.”

“You’ve been a very bad girl.”

“I’m bad only for you now, Daddy.”

“I bet your brother wishes he could be right where I am right now!”

All the talk of my brother was about to take me over the edge. I started saying things to shock him as well.

“Oh, God, Daddyyyyy ... you’re fucking me so good! Fuck me harder ...ohhhhh, yesssss ... right here in Sam’s room! Imagine you’re watching him fuck me right now, Daddy! Oh Godddddd, yesssss! Would you like to see that? Your son fucking your daughter?”

He was on his own edge of cumming as well.

“Ohhhhhhhhh dammmmmmmmmm, yessssssssss!” he loudly groaned. “I could fuckkkk youuuu foreverrrrrrrrrrrr!”

His thrust became very determined as he started cumming. Each stab was very deliberate and timed to match each squirt from his cock. I felt his cock jerking as he held it in me for a brief time after each lunge into my tight little hole, filling me with his hot cum.

He finally was spent. He just stood there with his cock still inside me. I was squeezing his shaft as tight as I could, milking the last of his cum out.

I then asked him, “Daddy, what would you say if you caught me fucking Sam now?”

“I’m not sure, Melissa,” he said, pausing to think for a moment. “I think I would wish I could be fucking your gorgeous young body at the same time.”

I leaned up letting his cock finally slip out and hugged him, “You’re such a naughty daddy.”

“Of course, it would never happen, baby girl.”

“Of course,” I replied, smiling devilishly again.

I shook my head in amazement as I remembered all of that. It had only been yesterday. While recalling the scene in Sam’s room from yesterday, I had buried my fingers deep in my throbbing cunt. I had had a terrific orgasm while reliving it, too.

Contented for the moment, I quickly dozed off to sleep. I was physically and emotionally exhausted after what had been the wildest weekend of my life so far.

******

After that Sunday, the next week passed by without incident. I was able to push my feelings for Daddy out of my mind most of the time. The erotic images occasionally filled my head though. It was hard to forget them. But it was becoming easier for me to deal with the emotions and lust that those images had generated. The guilt of being involved with Daddy was slowly fading. I still played with my pussy while remembering that weekend though.

During the week, I asked Daddy several times if he thought Mom was suspicious of us.

“Do you think Mom suspects?”

“She isn’t acting any different and neither am I when I’m around her,” he replied. Pushing the hair from my face, “You’re doing a good job, too.”

The simple act of brushing my hair from my face stirred memories of our intimacy. I could remember how he looked at my face so lovingly. He was in love with me then. Maybe he still was? Maybe he still wanted us to be lovers?

******

Several months passed without anything happening between us. I was getting back into the school routine. Mom never suspected anything from what I could tell. Occasionally, I would find myself remembering that weekend and wishing for more of the same. But I didn’t ever try to initiate anything.

Several times while cuddling with Daddy on the couch, he would get an erection. But that had also occurred in the past. I didn’t act on my impulses when they happened, no matter how strong they were at times. But as time passed, my impulses grew stronger and stronger.

The guilt of that weekend faded to the point that it didn’t preoccupy my mind anymore. I began getting friskier around Daddy, trying to excite him, if only innocently.

Daddy also started to become more physical with me. It only encouraged me to tease and flirt with him even more.

Mom could see some of this playfulness between us, but I was sure it wasn’t anything alarming or new to her. We had always been very close as a father and daughter. If anything, Mom seemed to be happy that Daddy and I were so close.

I also figured any jealousy she had was probably more directed toward Daddy than me. I got the impression Mom wished she was as buddy-buddy with me as I was with him. She still intimidated me like no one else could. I was always very careful what I said or did around her out of fear of getting lectured. It was different with Daddy because he had always let me get away with so much.

One evening, Mom was out of the house at some meeting, and my brother and sister were at friends’ houses. Daddy and I were alone for the evening for the first time since that fateful weekend. In fact, it was our first time alone for any extended time.

We were nude as usually when we didn’t have anyone visiting. A movie was about to begin that we both wanted to watch. I ran into the kitchen and microwaved a bag of popcorn. After grabbing the freshly popped bag, I hurried back into the family room to sit on the couch with Daddy.

I teased him by tossing pieces of popcorn at his mouth. It became a game for both of us.

We just enjoyed being with each other, and not caring about anything else. It felt like we were the only two people that existed.

I grabbed a small handful of popcorn and threw all of it gently at my daddy’s face.

“Melissa! Now you have popcorn everywhere!” he exclaimed while chuckling.

“Let me clean it up, Daddyyyyy,” I said playfully in my best little girl voice.

I reach across his lap to pick up pieces of popcorn. My bare tits brushed against his chest and arm. After a few moments, I glanced down and noticed that his cock was quickly growing hard. Immediately I felt that same impulse I had felt that Thursday night when I first touched him in a purely sexual way. I felt a strong impulse to touch his cock again. I quickly rationalized that since we were alone no one would ever know if we fooled around.

I leaned back so that I was sitting on my legs while facing Daddy. There were still pieces of popcorn in his lap. I couldn’t resist the impulse. I knew it was wrong, but I felt compelled to do what I did next. I needed to do it. I had missed it so much. No one would ever know. His cock was so beautiful and so hard in front of me. I had to touch it. I had to have it!

With my mind made up I reached into his lap and picked up a piece of popcorn. I intentionally brushed my hand against his cock. He didn’t react or try to stop me. His cock began to throb as it poked out from his lap. I reached again for another piece of popcorn, letting my hand linger as it touched his beautiful shaft. He again didn’t do anything to stop or discourage me from doing it again. I was becoming even bolder. We both knew what I was doing.

I moved my hand close to the base of his cock. I waited just for a few moments, letting him know he could stop me if he wanted. He just stared down at my hand as I slowly wrapped my fingers around the base. He wanted me to do this, and he was letting me.

Boldly, I lowered my head and licked the side of his cock from just above my hand to the sexy cockhead. My lips then brushed over the tip to take him into my mouth. I was in heaven again! I began to slide my mouth down his cock slowly, taking it inch by inch.

“Oh fuck no!” he finally exclaimed. “We can’t do this, Melissa!”

I removed my mouth briefly from his cock. I looked up at his face with my hand still wrapped around the bottom of his stiff dick, letting him know it was mine for now. He could see the intense lust in my face and eyes.

“No one will know, Daddy,” I huskily said.

“Oh my, God ... we shouldn’t ...”

Slipping my mouth back over his cock, I began to make love to him just as I had months before. I worshipped his cock like a long lost lover. I took more of his dick into my mouth than ever before. I was determined to take him all the way this time.

“Damn you, baby girl!” he grunted out. “Suck me with that fucking hot mouth!”

I noisily sucked his cock deeper until I felt the head enter my throat. I had avoided gagging, but wasn’t sure what to expected if I kept going. I was determined not to stop there though. With several bobs of my head I felt his cock slid into my throat. When I finally felt his balls against my chin, I knew I had done it.

“Shit, baby girl!” he exclaimed. Amazed, he added, “You have the whole fucking thing in your mouth!”

Lifting my mouth away from his shaft, I straddled his lap.

“Now I want the whole fucking thing deep in my little pussy,” I firmly told him.

I gyrated my hips until I felt the head of his huge wet erection at the entrance to my pussy hole. Slowly, I lowered myself until his cock was buried completely inside my cunt. His cock was once again inside my body. I felt so full with his thick shaft buried deeply. I felt so much lust. I felt so out of control again.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and held his head as we began kissing like lovers again. So much passion flowed from both of us, from both ends of our bodies.

We fucked each other with so much intensity that I knew he couldn’t last long. I felt his cock swelling inside me.

“Fuck me, Daddy! Fill me with your hot cum!” I huskily demanded. “Fuck me hard and fill me with your hot fucking sperm!”

He couldn’t take anymore. He rutted up into me hard as his cock exploded in me and I continued to fuck him milking his cum out of him. He just let out one long loud groan as he emptied his balls inside his baby girl.

My own orgasm took over as well. I pressed my face against his chest as I held my hips down against his lap, holding him deep inside. I squealed for the longest time and screamed into his neck as my pussy throbbed intensely.

As we both began to relax, I finally leaned in to hug him tightly to me, wanting to feel his body completely against mine. His hands were wrapped around me tightly as well. His cum leaked from me onto his lap, even with the tight fit of my pussy around his cock.

With his cock softening but still buried inside me, he said, “We need to clean up, baby girl. Your Mom could come home at any time.”

“We still have some time, Daddy,” I insisted. “And I want you to clean me up yourself!”

“Baby we can’t take a shower together. It’s too risky.”

“Daddyyyyy, I want a different kind of bath.” I said wickedly.

“What do you mean?” he very curiously asked.

I moved off his lap to sit on my own towel on the couch. I propped my feet on the edge, lewdly spreading my legs.

Looking at him, I intently I said, “Clean me.”

Daddy looked at me confused for a moment before realizing what I was asking him to do. He glanced down at my well fucked pussy leaking his hot cum. I was surprised when he didn’t object. I expected him to balk just a little. However, he responded by getting off the couch and kneeling on the floor between my legs.

He moved his mouth close to my steaming cunt before looking up at me.

“Please, Daddy,” I pleaded. “I want to cum again. Pleaseeeee?”

Daddy then pressed his lips over my sloppy sperm filled hole, and stuck his tongue inside. He lapped up his cum flowing out of me. He slid his tongue up and down my slit, catching as much of his semen as he could. I bit my lower lip and moaned loudly as he ate his sperm from my nasty cunt.

“Oh God, Daddy! I love you so much!” I exclaimed as I began to cum again.

My body became tense as my orgasm started. I was humping my pussy against his sucking mouth as the intensity grew. I continued moaning loudly as my body writhed. He knew from experience that my pussy and clit were extremely sensitive right then, so he moved his mouth away and just watched me for a few moments. He then rose off the floor and moved up long my body, until we were face to face. I could see our mixed cum all over his lips and chin.

“I saved you some, little one,” he said sexily, before initiating what would be a long passionate kiss.

His tongue danced with mine as our mixed cum slid from his mouth into mine. He was my lover again! He was mine again! I was determined this wouldn’t be the last time either. I was determined to have him again and again.

We kissed deeply for a few minutes before we both separated, knowing we needed to get cleaned up. I was determined to be smart about this. If we were going to be lovers, we both had to keep our wits.

“We have to be careful, Melissa.”

“I know,” I said. “We will be extremely careful. I want more, Daddy.”

“I know I can’t resist you now,” he admitted to me and himself, causing me to kiss him again. He then deliberately repeated, “We’ll have to be very careful.”

We jumped up and quickly went upstairs to shower separately. We easily got through our showers and back downstairs before Mom arrived home. It was about an hour later before she walked in and found us innocently sitting together on the couch.

The movie that we had intended to watch was about over, but neither of us could have told her what happened in it. We had been kissing each other until we heard her pull into the garage.

“Did you two enjoy yourselves?”

Intense fear struck me momentarily before I realized that she was asking if we had enjoyed the movie.

“Yeah, Mom. The movie was really great.”

Suddenly, I felt guilt for lying to her. I was once again part of my own father’s infidelity. But the wonderful feelings I still felt quickly overcame that guilt.

“I think I’m ready for bed, James,” she said. “Are you coming upstairs with me?”

I knew what that meant. Mom was in a frisky mood. I just hoped Daddy would be up to the task.

Daddy got up from the couch. After leaning down to give me a quick fatherly kiss and telling me goodnight, he climbed the stairs with Mom.

I then wondered if he had brushed his teeth! I quickly relaxed though. I knew he wasn’t stupid enough to forget something like that. Even I had remembered to do that! And we had just been kissing anyways. I could be such a doofus sometimes.

******

The next evening, Daddy asked me to ride with him to the grocery store to pick up a few things. As soon as we pulled out of the drive, I scooted closer to him so I could reach over to feel his cock through his pants.

“Melissa! Be careful! Someone might see us!”

“No one can see my hand, silly.”

“We’ve got to be very careful,” he anxiously said. “You know what’ll happen if we get discovered by someone.”

“I know. That’s why we need to plan things some.”

“Plan things? How do I plan fucking my daughter behind my wife’s back?” he incredulously asked.

“Maybe we can get a motel room sometime, and then we don’t have to worry about being walked in on or something.” I replied, smiling devilishly as I massaged his hardening cock.

“Damn, baby girl. You’re going to make me cum in my pants!”

“Then I guess I better take it out and drain it properly,” I said, unzipping his pants.

Pulling his cock out proved to be somewhat difficult because of the size of his erection.

I looked behind us to see if anyone was close enough to see who we were. Feeling at ease, I leaned over closer to him, and lowered my head to take his cock deep into my mouth. It felt so wicked to be sucking Daddy’s cock while he was driving down a road we travelled all the time. It was also rather awkward with the console between our seats. The way I was stretched across it left my butt sticking up in the air. I was mooning anyone who might be watching our car as they drove by. At least I still had my jeans on.

It didn’t take long for my mouth and throat to bring him to an explosive orgasm. My mouth filled with his thick cum. I swallowed as fast as he squirted though, trying to keep from making a mess that would be difficult to explain. Licking the residue of cum from my lips, I put his softening cock back in his pants and zipped them up.

“Daddy, is anyone behind us now?” I asked before raising my head, not wanting anyone to see me appear all of a sudden from his lap.

“You know your butt is where your head should be,” he chuckled at his double entendre.

I grinned in embarrassment and ignored his remark. “Did anyone see us?”

“Honey, if anyone had seen us, they would’ve had their eyes glued to your tight ass.”

“Sorry. It can be rather distracting,” I preened. I was very proud of my sexy butt.

As I sat there for a few minutes, I decided to act on another strong impulse.

“Daddy, get us a room somewhere for this Saturday, pleaseeeee?” I said, biting my bottom lip.

“Are you serious? Do you know what you’re asking?” he incredulously shot back at me.

My scheming mind was working at high speed though.

“Yes, Daddy, I’m very serious. If we get a motel room somewhere out of town, no one can see us. No one would find out about us that way.”

I leaned over closer to him, “We could have all kinds of sex without worrying. You could do anything you wanted with me. Anything. I would be your very bad baby girl, and no one would ever know.”

Obviously Daddy was very reluctant to go along with such a wild idea. But his desire to fuck me again, without fear of discovery, pushed him to consider doing what he knew he shouldn’t.

“What do we tell your mother?”

“You could tell her you’re taking me to see a softball pitching coach for a private lesson. Mom knows I’ve wanted to do that.”

His face betrayed the struggle going on in his mind. Under normal circumstances it was already hard for him to resist me. My offering him the chance to fuck me again for hours just made it impossible for him to say no. He just had to work it through in his mind before he recognized that himself.

“Okay, little one,” he finally relented. “But we’ve got to be careful!”

“I’m always careful,” I replied, and almost laughed at the absurdity of it myself. At least he only looked at me like I was crazy without saying I was.

“Your sucking me off like this in the car was very dangerous itself,” he responded. “We can’t get discovered or we’ll both pay a big price. I don’t like cheating on your mom like this either, but I just can’t ...”

“Resist me anymore?” I victoriously stated more than asked. He just sighed deeply. I always got my way with him. He knew it too. Resistance was futile.

I smiled as I quietly savored my victory, but I also felt sort of bad about pushing Daddy into deceiving Mom. We just had to make sure she never found out.

As we were returning home, we both struggled quietly with our own guilt for an affair that should have been over a few months ago. Yet here we were planning an afternoon of sex together for the coming weekend.

******

The next few days went by with me being a good girl around both my parents. Daddy told Mom about the private softball pitching lesson. The instructor lived in a town a few hours away, or so Daddy told her. It was hard not to display excitement about the coming Saturday though. I was going to have Daddy all alone for the afternoon!

Mom asked for the instructor’s phone number, but Daddy told her to just call him on his cell phone if she needed us. After all, we were supposed to be outdoors pretty much the whole time. I could tell Daddy felt very guilty about lying to Mom. I felt guilty that I was the reason for him deceiving her.

If she ever found out just what I was about to do, she would disown me. What made me feel worse was that she was a great mother. She always had been, even if we didn’t see eye to eye on most things.

******

Saturday morning finally came. Mom kissed us both as we walked out the door. Daddy and I then set out for a town a few hours away.

After we were far enough from our house, I couldn’t help but to reach over to hold and rub Dad’s cock while he was driving. It was like I was warming him up so we could start having sex as soon as we walked through the motel room door. The closer we got, the more excited I became.

When we arrived at the motel, Daddy had me stay in the car while he went in the office. It was a really nice place. He paid for a night even though we would only be there for the afternoon.

After coming back to the car, he drove us around to park in front of our room. As we got out of the car, we both quickly glanced around to see if anyone was watching us. An older man stepped out of his room a few doors down and watched us as we entered our room. He had no way of knowing that we were a father and daughter intending to fuck each other silly.

As soon as Daddy closed the door behind us, he expressed his concern about the older gentleman.

“I hope he doesn’t think ...”

I didn’t give him a chance to say anything else as I quickly wrapped my arms around him and kissed him deeply. Pulling my lips back from his hungry lips, I tried to ease his concerns.

“Oh, Daddy, that old man just wishes he could be you. He probably thinks I’m your young secretary that you’ve slipped off with for a hot afternoon fuck.”

“You would kill that old man, baby girl,” he said, smiling.

“What a way to go,” I replied, grinning devilishly.

We spent the afternoon fulfilling our nasty desires. I did a strip tease for Daddy before he teased me with one of his own. He needed more practice, I thought, which I was more than happy to help him with.

We spent the next four hours performing every sex act either of us could come up with. Daddy fucked me in many different positions. It was a good thing I was so flexible. I was pleasantly surprised at how creative he could be. I just let him use me however he wanted. We only fell off the bed twice during the whole time.

After he filled my pussy with his cum for the first time, I sucked his cock hard again very easily. He displayed tremendous stamina after that.

During the afternoon, Daddy took the opportunity to be kinky with me. He bent me over his knees and spanked my cute tight ass just like he had done in the pool. He even finger fucked my asshole, using my pussy juices for lube.

I got my own kink on him, too. I did the same things to him as well. At first, he was a bit reluctant to bend over my knee so I could spank him. Even I felt a little awkward. But he quickly got into the spirit of things.

During one of our short breaks, he revealed that he wanted to fuck my ass someday, taking my butt cherry. It was the first time I seriously contemplated letting someone do that to me. I had had guys try to talk me into it before, but I wasn’t going to let an inexperienced boy have the first shot at my butt. Daddy would be the perfect person ... someday soon maybe.

While I was exploring my own kinky side, I again made Daddy clean my pussy with his tongue. I even had him lick my asshole like he had done months ago, but this time I made him spend a lot more time on it, making my puckered asshole feel incredible. If he had seriously acted like it bothered him to do something like that, I would have stopped him. But he showed no hesitation about licking me while I held my legs high in the air.

Then he asked me to return the favor.

“Daddy, that’s your butt hole,” I sort of squeamishly said.

“What happened to the wild daring girl that convinced me to bring her here?” he playfully taunted.

I screwed my lips together and pushed him back on the bed. I could believe I was going to do it, but it turned out to be incredibly erotic. I knew I would do this again, but only with the right guy. I didn’t want to get a reputation at school as a butt muncher.

We both felt so wicked while performing sex acts we otherwise wouldn’t have with anyone else. The intimacy we shared allowed us to satisfy each other’s desires without being judgmental.

When the afternoon was over, we both were exhausted and smelled like sex. We took a hot shower together, taking our time to bathe each other. Amazingly, Daddy couldn’t resist fucking me from behind just one more time. Neither of us knew when we might get to fuck each other again.

We slowly dried the other’s body, stealing quick feels from each other before getting dressed. After checking closely to make sure we weren’t leaving anything behind, we walked out of the room together to the car.

Looking around, neither of us saw anyone watching us. I put my arms around Daddy’s neck and pulled him down to me so his lips were close to mine.

“Thank you, Daddy. This afternoon was wonderful. You made me feel so good.”

“I love you, Melissa. You made me feel like a teenager again.”

******

Mark looked at me in astonishment. I knew he was still stunned. What he had just heard from me had to give him pause. I had conspired with my father to cheat his wife, my mother. The previous times had been spontaneous. This had been well planned out.

I was hoping he wouldn’t think I was despicable. I was hoping that he would understand that by my telling him all of this, that I was showing him how much I loved and trusted him.

I couldn’t tell exactly what he thought though. At least he hadn’t called me a worthless perverted slut. He hadn’t gotten up to run as far away from me as he could. He just kept sitting there listening to the woman he loved make a shocking confession.

But there was still much more to tell. My dark secret could still kill any love he had for me, if it hadn’t already.

(continued in chapter 5)