A Daughter Becomes Her Father’s Muse

A MUSE TO USE

RC Scrudato

July 30, Noon.

Hi there. Everybody calls me Pixie; that's thanks to Dad. I'm a gymnast, just five feet tall, but solid. I've got black hair and blue eyes. I'm a senior in high school and the only child of Sam and Faith. We live in Raleigh, North Carolina. Well, we LIVED in Raleigh. This blog is the history of what happened to my family in only four months. I'm going to write it as if it were happening. That way, it's like you're there, right?

April 12, 12:05 PM

Dad writes novels, and Mom sells real estate. They are both real good at their jobs. Dad's readership is growing. He's on his fourth book but doesn't make the kind of money Mom does. He will, though. I've read part of the new book.

April 15, 10:34 PM

There is something wrong in the family universe. Mom and Dad are acting more like business partners, not husband and wife. I don't know what's going on. Mom made a comment today, something like she was exhausted from carrying so much. She was looking at us. What the fuck?

May 2, 11:12 AM

I broke up with Karl last night. I mean, the sex was wild. When he put his mouth on my pussy, I went insane. His cock was fine, too. Just big enough to hit all my buttons, and he always made sure I came. But other than that, he's an entitled douche. I'm tired of his stupid, uninformed opinions on everything. There's no changing his mind, and he embarrasses me when he runs his stupid mouth. Oh well. Now it's back to masturbating 3x a day.

May 20, 10:39 PM

The thing with Mom and Dad is getting worse. I don't understand. It's bad. I'm reading new stuff from his book, and it sucks. I'm worried. Mom is out all the time selling houses. She sells big fucking houses, lots of them, more than most of the agents. It seems to turn her on. No, not that way; at least, I don't think so. It's like a power thing, and she waves it at us like a flag. I heard them arguing last night. I couldn't make out the words. There is something about them, about their marriage. I need to check into a few things. This is not a happy home.

June 5, 5:49 PM

Mom's work shares a parking garage with the dying mall. It still has some cool stores, and my dentist has his office on the top floor. Anyway, I park my car where I usually do, by the stairs. I'm not stupid, and I carry Mace. No white windowless van is going to abduct me.

The stairs are locked. Some hand-scrawled note said repairs were needed. I have to walk to the rape stairs. I call them that because they are in the dark corner. I mean, it's 2 in the afternoon, so it's not like I'm gonna get trafficked, but that's not the story. One of the cars is moving, not rolling. I know why. Karl and I fucked in his car or mine all the time. Somebody is hooking up. I move around to get a good look and not be seen. I've never seen real people fuck. My pussy is interested, and I hope it won't be a rape or two ugly fat people. I find a spot and slowly look over the edge of the door. They're in the passenger seat. She's on top- naked- the only way to fuck in a car. She's pounding him- going for it. I get out my phone and zoom in. They look about my parents' age from what I can see. Then I see the tattoo. My mother has that tattoo on her lower back. I drop my phone. My mother is fucking in a car. Not her car, not Dad's truck. My body is confused. My wet pussy loves watching sex, but my brain that loves my dad is mega pissed off. I need to make sure.

I know from my life that if you're fucking, you're zoned out, and they were fucking- big time. I kinda crawl around until I'm next to the car on the opposite side. They aren't talking much. Then the guy says, "Cum for me, Faith. Cum all over my fucking cock."

I know that voice. I put my phone on camera and slowly raised it till it was over the door. I hold it up till my arm hurts. Then, I sneak away. I have to get to my appointment.

June 6, 9:27 AM

I've watched that vid 10x now. You'd think I would be bating, but no. I'm sad and mad, all at the same time. Yeah, it def is Mom, no question. Her totally naked in that car, riding cock. I know him too, like I've met him. He's a new agent at the company. Fucking married, too. This is so fucked up. I don't know what to do.

June 12, 9:09 AM

I'm on a mission. Mom and Dad are still acting like business partners, and I'm sure Dad has no idea what his asshole wife is up to. I need to tell him- tell Dad his wife is a cheating slut, but I need more proof. I've got a plan. Part one: I'm following Mom. My car is a 10-year-old Toyota; it's so bland nobody will notice, especially my self-centered mother. Part two is a theory I have. But I need confirmation. The results from part two just went off in the mail to be analyzed.

I guess I haven't told you about Dad. I love and respect my father. They had me young. He still keeps in shape. I got my black hair and curvy body from him. It looks better on me, tee hee. Got his blue eyes, too. I mean, he has to be a successful author; he LOOKS like the picture you see on the back of those adventure thriller books. He's nice, too. He listens to me. That means a lot. I can hang with him for hours. I'm so mad right now. His writing is awful, and I know it's because my mother is ignoring him, and now I know why. Fucking cunt.

June 21, 9:16 AM

Yeah, sorry, it's been a few days, and what days they were. I had to get a summer job, and that's cutting into surveillance time. I got a tracker thing from Amazon that works off nearby cell phones. Well, Mom doesn't take a shit without her phone, so I stuck it on her Lexus. I'm not gonna sit in my car and follow her around like some bad movie.

My phone just let me know Mom's on the move. I'm in my car cruising through the bougiest neighborhood in the city. I see the house. Mom's Lexus is in the driveway next to a big Mercedes. I park behind the landscaper truck; the crew is laying sod at the house next door, and everybody will assume my crappy car belongs to one of them.

I walk around the back of the house and peek in the window. There are two chairs pulled out in the dining room, and Mom's briefcase and a few papers are on the table. My heart's pounding. I slip in the door. I can hear them upstairs. Voices, well, his. I look at the papers. It's a sale contract with the guy's signature. Really? Buy the house, and I'll fuck you? What a fucking slut.

I look down and see Mom's panties on the floor. I nudge them with my toe- fucking soaked. I put my phone on camera and creep up the stairs.

The bedroom door is open, but I can't see them. I hear them, though. Sucking noises, sloppy. Mom saying, 'fuck you have a big dick. My jaw hurts.' I'm at the doorway and poke my phone around. If they see me, I'm dead, but I don't care. The dude sounds black. I know that sounds racist, but you know what I mean. Not ghetto black, oh fuck, you know. The guy says, 'Then get your ass on the bed.'

I hear them moving and then the bed's slamming against the wall. 'Man, you got a tight pussy.' He pants.

'Your cock is going too far.' Mom yelps.

'Too bad, bitch, you made the deal, now take the cock.'

That's enough for me. I sneak back down the stairs and out the back door.

Okay, I'm back in my car, crying, watching the video. He was black. Kinda average build but, man he had a big cock. I know, I know, but in this case, it was true. My slut mother on her knees, trying to get as much of that cock into her mouth as she can as he's holding her head and pushing. It's so demeaning. On the bed, he was behind Mom- her dress thrown up over her back, holding her hips and fucking her, driving her head into the headboard. Mom's big tits swaying under her; she has big ones; mine are like, where are they? I want to barf.

Two days later, two days! Really? I'm looking through another slider. It's open three inches; I can hear and see everything. She's talking to an electrician- not much older than me- tall and lean with a big mess of blond hair and killer brown eyes, that kinda sleepy look.

"Rob, It's Monday. I need you here tomorrow to finish. I need this job inspected by next Monday, and it takes days to get the inspector here."

"Mrs. Foster, I can't get back here till next week; I've gotta finish 4509."

"Rob, I need this house ready. Let me check my calendar." Mom has this kinda sundress thing on- obviously not selling today- no bra either. It's short, really short. She turns away from Rob and bends over to look at her calendar sitting on the floor. Her dress rides up, and, gee, what a surprise, Mom had no undies on. Rob's tongue about falls out of his mouth. Mom takes her time, and then I see the mirror on the wall in front of her. She's watching Rob and the swelling of his cock. She smiles. Men are so easy.

Something clicked in me; it was like I'm not watching my mother anymore, just some MILF. There's probably some shrink word for it, but all I know is I just flew past angry to horny. I'm not fighting the feeling.

Mom fakes looking in her date book, showing Rob her wet twat. He's rubbing a pretty good bulge in his jeans while Mom glances at the mirror, smiling. She straightens up and turns, just catching Rob.

"Rob, were you looking at me? All my panties were in the wash this morning, and I forgot how short this little dress is."

She's being sooo obvious, but Rob and his dick bulge fall for it. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Foster, that was rude."

I'm getting excited. This is fucked up, but there's no way to deny it, I'm a voyeur.

Now, Mom, the cougar, moves in, standing inches away from this guy. He doesn't back up, but his face looks like he is expecting to get slapped. Surprise, buddy. My mother gently touches that bulge. Rob's eyes bug out, and he's panting. "Mrs. Foster, what are you...?"

I slide my hand inside my shorts and panties. I'm soaked. I put the tip of one finger on my clit and press while I watch.

"Rob, I should be offended- you were looking at my vagina, but you don't seem to mind that I'm an old lady."

"Mrs. Foster, you're not old, you're..."

Mom firmly places her palm against that bulge. "Say what you're thinking, Rob. Be bold."

The words fall out of his mouth like marbles, "You're fucking hot as hell, and I could look at you all day."

Mom's other hand moves up and slips the strap of her dress off her shoulder. "Wow. That's the nicest compliment I've gotten in a long time. Would you like to see more?"

Rob's standing, his hands at his sides, his mouth hanging open, just nodding. Mom's hand is on the other strap. "Words, Rob. Use your words."

"I'd like to see it all." He gulps. "I want to see you naked, please."

She holds that strap. If she lets go, that dress is gonna drop. She's still massaging Rob's cock.

"Now, Rob, if I let go of this strap, will my work here get done tomorrow?"

I see it on his face, just a tiny smile. "No way before..." he pauses. I smile; that guy just figured out my mother; I know it.

"I really wanna help you, but I can't get here before Friday."

I stifle a laugh. My mother thought she had this kid wrapped around her finger. Now I know he's playing her. He wants to fuck my mother. She's still holding that strap, but the other side has dropped, and one of her tits is out. She releases the strap, and her tiny dress falls to her feet. Her nipples are like bullets.

"Oops. Looks like you got your wish. Tuesday?"

My mother is a beautiful woman, tall and trim, her breasts standing proud. Rob's doing a bad job of hiding his astonishment.

"Damn, you're beautiful, I might be able to get here Thursday."

Mom smiles. I bet she thought she was winning; do a little show, and she'd get her way.

"If I let you- touch me, can it be Tuesday?"

Rob doesn't answer. His hands move up and hold Mom's breasts. His fingers toy with her nips. Oh, he knows exactly what he is doing. She's breathing hard.

"Wednesday, Mrs. Foster. I have to meet Mrs. Blake in ten minutes."

She doesn't bitch that he's fondling her tits and still refusing. All three of us know she's desperate, and Rob just upped the ante. Mom slowly drops down to her knees.

"I think I know how we can both get what we want."

Rob stands there while Mom, on her knees, unbuckles his belt and works the button on his jeans. I've cum once already and I'm close to my second climax. I had no idea watching my mother have sex would turn me on so much. Mom unzips him and shoves his jeans and briefs down as I sigh and orgasm. He has a nice cock; not huge, cut, with an up curve- and very hard. Mom holds it in her hand and opens her mouth. "Tuesday?"

Rob looks down into her eyes as his hands touch her head. "Cum in your mouth for Tuesday."

Mom smiles. One hand holds Rob's cock; the other moves between her legs, and she cups her pussy. "Deal."

She takes him all into her mouth as he groans. "So, fuckin' nice."

I slide two fingers deep inside and put my thumb on my clit. I no longer think of her as Mom.

Rob must be pretty wound up; it doesn't take long before his breathing changes, and he grips Faith's head. She knows it too and ups her pace. I try to time it but fail. I crest again, and seconds later, Rob shoves his cock deep. His cute ass clenches as he releases into Faith's mouth, her nearly gagging. So nasty.

He steps back. Faith looks up. "So, Tuesday?"

Rob's putting his dick away. "Eight AM."

Faith gets up, and Rob moves in. His hand is between her legs. She gasps as he fingers her. "Oh, and you'll need to be here before I sign off on the job."

Faith has her hands on his shoulders. "Why?"

Rob takes his hand away and turns to leave. "Wear something easy to get off."

I have my hand in my mouth, stifling a laugh. My mother just got owned like she deserves. I close out the camera app and sneak back to my car.

June 23, 3:32 PM

Faith just got a phone call and left the house. I left two minutes after her. She's turned into a development. It's older, not all new houses. I stop, keeping her in sight. She turns a corner, and I follow till I see her park in the driveway of a house with one of her company's signs in the yard. There's a fancy pickup already there. I watch her pull in next to the pickup and get out, look up, and wave at a second-floor window while she's walking to the house. I park and run around back.

I peek and don't see her on the first floor. I love these houses; they're so desperate to sell them that they leave the doors unlocked. I crack the slider and hear voices. I slip in; they're upstairs. I gently walk up the carpeted stairs, keeping my feet at the ends of the treads; they squeak sometimes.

They're in the master, of course. The door is partially closed. I look through the space on the hinge side. He's a good-looking guy- mid-thirties, with brown hair, and a fucking wedding ring. This obviously isn't their first time.

They're stripping in a hurry. I'm watching a reflection in a large mirror, good enough. I get my phone up and hit record.

He obviously has been waiting but is still in his expensive business suit. He kicks off his shoes.

"Faith, I've been looking forward to this."

The jacket and tie are on the floor, and he's undoing his shirt buttons while Faith unzips her dress. "You have no idea how much I want this, Frank."

I don't think she's trying to sell this house. His pants and shirt are gone. Nice bulge in his boxer briefs. "Mary won't let me fuck her ass," he whines.

Slut Faith, her dress on the floor and her bra dropping says, "I love a cock up my ass. My husband fucks me there all the time."

Fuck, fuck, fuck you- you nasty, lying, fucking slut, whore.

My mother slips off her thong as Frank shoves his boxer briefs down and kicks them away. "I couldn't believe that a woman as beautiful as you would find me attractive."

Okay, he is kinda dull dull-looking, but is he really that dumb?

Faith's taking stuff out of a bag. "You are a handsome man and a gifted lover. I was happy to seal the deal with a quick fuck in your new home, but now you can fulfill my favorite fantasy."

Faith fingers lube into her asshole then hands the tube to Frank, and he pastes his pencil dick. "I've been thinking about your ass all week."

"And now it's all yours," Faith says as she gets on the bed, which I see has a couple of beach towels spread on it. She climbs on and gets on all fours, then looks over her shoulder. "You have the perfect cock for ass-fucking, now get up here and in my butt."

I've put my finger up my ass. It was nice, but I can't imagine anything bigger, even Frank's slim cock.

As Frank puts the head of his cock at Faith's hole, I see the dildo in her hand and at her pussy. "You mind if I pretend I'm getting DP'd?"

Faith grunts as Frank gets his dick in. "Not one bit, Faith. Fuck away, it'll make your cute little ass tighter."

I'm sure they aren't paying any attention, but I concentrate on keeping my phone steady, which means I can't finger myself.

Frank is trim, with a nice ass that I watch clench as he rams his dick up my mother's butt. Faith has her face in those towels and is fucking herself with that dildo as she moans. The scent of sexual excitement is wafting through the air. Frank has his hands clamped on Faith's trim hips and a look of wanton lust on his face.

"Faith, I love your ass. I wanna fuck this again."

My mother doesn't answer; her pussy is pouring out onto the towel. She must be cumming nonstop if that's possible.

Frank picks up the pace. He's gonna cum. He growls, rams deep, and holds. I see his ass clench as he releases deep inside my mother. What a fucking slut, but I'm soaked.

Frank pulls back and out, and Faith rolls over. "Frank, I need one more, suck my clit!"

Dutiful little Frank dives in and puts his mouth on Faith's clitoris. She holds his head with one hand and fucks herself with the other, howling as she cums all over his obedient little face.

Show's over; it's time to leave.

Now I'm masturbating to these videos. My mother is a cheating slut, and what am I that I get off on it? I know how this is going to end, so I guess I've, what, transitioned to being a child of divorce? I'm not seeing my mother anymore. I see her as just a horny MILF. I probably should talk to somebody about this, but I'm enjoying it.

I'd followed her today, assuming it was another fuck for a sale. When I get to the back door, there's yelling; I see two women. My mother is pissed. The other woman's older, forties, but damn good-looking. They are nose to nose. I guess the old lady is trying to take Faith's sale. Hope Faith didn't fuck the guy already, be a shame to waste a fuck on a lost sale. I've gotten so cynical.

Faith is losing the argument. She takes a breath and pleads. "Mary, I need this sale. You sell twice what I do. Please."

I'm watching this Mary woman just staring at Faith. Something's up. They've stopped talking. My jaw falls open when Mary runs her hand lightly down Faith's face and neck and over her fucking tits. What the fuck? Faith just stands there. Mary says, "You know what you need to do. The same as last time."

I'm staring, not believing as my slut mother steps back, untucks, and unbuttons her blouse, letting it fall off her shoulders. What? As Mary watches, biting her lip, Faith reaches back and unclips her bra, letting it fall off. Faith is average height, a little thin, which makes her tits look even bigger. Mary just watches. Faith unzips her skirt and lets it drop, no panties. Faith stands there, naked and very comfortable. She is beautiful, I have to admit.

Mary says. "Keep going."

Faith moves closer; their bodies are pressed together. She reaches behind Mary, unzips her dress, and lets it cascade around her feet. Mary is shapely but full-figured. Still pressed against her, Faith unclips Mary's bra and backs away, holding it briefly, then dropping it at her feet. Mary's tits are smaller than Faith's but stick straight out. Man, did I lose the tit lottery. Faith kneels, her face close to Mary's panties as she slips her fingers into the waistband of Mary's kelly green thong and slowly slides it down the older woman's legs. Mary's pussy is smooth, too; not my thing, but it looks nice.

They're both naked. I'm soaked. I know I've been on the edge of bi, and now I'm sure. I want to try. Mary says, "Tell me what you'll do to get this client." Faith takes her shoulders and steers her towards a big ottoman. "I will lick your pussy until you cum in my mouth."

My mother is gay? No, no way. She's bi, like I want to be, I guess. Well, no guessing here because Mary lays back, and Faith kneels before her. I watch her face move closer, her tongue extended. Mary gasps, 'Oh, Faith!' as contact is made. My mother slides a hand up Mary's leg and prods a manicured finger up Mary's ass. Mary moans and buries her fingers in my mother's hair and pulls her in. From my angle, I can see my mother's cunt, all open and wet, and her little asshole, and that fucking tattoo. For once, I am more than a little buzzed. I won't lie, I've thought about girl sex, and being in a prolonged dry spell gets my horny brain wandering as I watch Faith fingering her own pussy, and Mary's ass. No doubt, she's into girls too.

Mary's, jamming her pussy into Faith's face. She yells, and I see juice splashing. Fuck that's some cum. Faith raises her head and says, "Thank you, Mary."

Mary pets her head. "You are as good as always. Now let's have some fun."

They exchange places, and Mary presses her face against Faith's vagina and licks her till my mother arches her ass and howls as she climaxes. Giggling and breathless, they get on the floor, arranging themselves in a 69 with ass-fingering. I'm at that window, my shorts and panties down, ramming two fingers into my pussy.

"Let's trib," Mary says, and they move around until they scissor, and their vaginas are pressed together. I cum again as I watch them grinding their sexes, sloppy, wet sounds filling the room. I get it all, an hour's worth. They're a sweaty mess when they get done. I sneak off.

I'm on my bed, naked watching this and fingering my pussy. I am not the young, innocent woman of just a few months ago. My thinking and attitude have evolved, or has it devolved? I've got enough videos.

July 1, 8:08 AM

This is so unfair. My dad's super writing career is going up in flames while my mother fucks her way into a new tax bracket. I have to tell him, but I don't know how. He is so nice, so loving. I can't bear to see the look on his face. If I send him the videos, he'll know it was me. I'm not getting shit for sleep.

July 4, 8:19 AM

Independence Day in more ways than one. Yeah, I know you all thought of it, but it took me a little. I got a burner phone from Walmart, and I got my reply to my inquiry in the mail.

July 6, 8:40 AM

I did it. I sent the first video to Dad. No words, just the video. Now I wait. I don't know what I'm going to do. He is going to ask who I am, and I don't have a plan. Or maybe he's just gonna blow up at Faith, show her the vid, and storm out, leaving me to live with the slut. Sleeping would be nice, but I haven't had a good night's sleep since I recorded my mother fucking the first time.

July 7, 8:00 AM

I just woke up and checked the burner. He texted back. I know. That's it. That's IT? WTF? Is it: 'I know, and I don't care,' 'I know, and I'm too weak to fight,' or 'I know, and I fucking like it?' And why didn't he ask who I was?

'I know.' What the fuck kind of answer is that? Faith's gone to fuck for commissions. Now I have to get up and have breakfast with 'I know.'

I'm sitting in the kitchen; it's fucking huge, like everything in this house, all of it a stage for my mother and her big dreams; I hate it. I'm in my usual morning stuff, a long tee shirt and booty shorts. Dad's here, wearing those black silk boxers. He has a few pairs; I do the laundry sometimes. Until now, I never noticed. I never noticed how they kinda bunch up between his ass cheeks, how the head of his dick kinda pokes the fabric. Oh, fuck, what am I thinking?

We get our breakfast and sit at the table.

Dad is an amazing guy, and he's getting screwed, but not in the right way, and I want to know why. I have to be careful and think about what I'm saying. He doesn't know I know.

"Dad, how much of all this do you pay for?"

He blushes and fiddles with his spoon. "You don't need to know all that stuff, Pixie."

He's sitting, looking down into his coffee cup. I feel so sorry for him. I know he isn't cool with Faith being the provider.

"How many followers do you have, Dad?" I ask to change the subject to a more pleasant topic.

He looks up and smiles. "Ten K and rising. I put any profits from the books into marketing, setting the stage for number five." He goes back to stirring his coffee, avoiding my eyes. "So, this. This is all from Mom's commissions."

"I know." I reply, "It's okay, Dad. All this is going to get you on the New York Times bestseller list. It's time. You're only thirty-four; you've got a long career ahead. Do whatever you need to do to get where you belong. I'll do whatever I can to help."

My father picks his head up. He looks at me but says nothing--those blue eyes. I can feel him looking, and I sense him thinking. But what? I'd just blurted words that could sound very bad, or very good, depending on how he chooses to interpret them. I bite my lip just a little and, for the first time, look at this amazing man, who is also my father, in a different way.

Dad finishes his coffee, gets up, and puts the mug in the dishwasher.

"Yeah, Pixie. I'm trying right now, but the going is tough, and my writing is suffering."

When I was a kid, Dad hugged me a lot. When I changed into a woman, well, a muscular, small-titted woman, he stopped. He never said anything, but I think he was just uncomfortable.

I get up, walk to him, gently turn him, and slide my arms safely around his waist, laying my head against his chest. He's surprised, exhales deeply, and wraps his arms around me. I fight the urge to cry.

He feels strong in my arms. His hands are flat against my lower back. He's relaxed and comfortable. I just want to be there for my father, and at that moment, I realize that something is stirring in me. Something that has never occurred to me. Something wrong, something very powerful and dangerous.

"I love you, Pixie," he whispers into my hair.

"I love you so much, Dad," I reply.

And then I feel it. I'm no virgin, and I've hugged a lot of guys, so I know that feeling when a penis is swelling, and Dad's is. He pulls away quickly and leaves the kitchen, saying over his shoulder, "Gotta get to work; the book isn't gonna write itself."

I know more about my dad than he thinks I do. My father has urges-- for me. I repeat that to myself, over and over: my father has urges for me. He sees me as a woman, not just his daughter. He has those same powerful and dangerous feelings that I do.

July 7, 3:00 PM

Work was slow; they sent me home early. I'm lying on my bed. I'm naked, and I just finished masturbating. I fucked myself for like an hour. My sheets are soaked. I'm covered in sweat and filled with guilt. Yeah, for the first time in my life, I masturbated imagining my father fucking me. This is so wrong, but I can help him. This is something I can do to get him in a better mood to write. I like sex. I like sex a lot. I know he likes sex; I've heard him and Faith, and I actually caught them once. I didn't see anything, but it was obvious, so I know.

I need to calm down and slow down. What I'm thinking is crazy. I'm going over to Janet's house. She's my bestie, and we'll probably go shopping. I need to get away from Dad.

July 7, 5:30 PM

Okay, all you sickies, just to make it clear, I'm not having a sexual relationship with Janet, okay? And I did NOT tell her what was going on.

I'm back in my room. I check the burner. He sent a message.

We don't have sex anymore. She's not interested in me.

I stare at the phone. I have to choose my words carefully. He's bared his innermost thoughts. He could have said a lot of things; he chose those for a reason. We talked and hugged at breakfast, and now he's telling secrets. Did what I said encourage him? He still hasn't asked who I am. He doesn't know it's me yet. Or does he? If he isn't asking, he wants anonymity, and that's fine with me.

It's not you. You are a very attractive man in many ways.

Three dots are blinking. Oh, fuck, he's on his phone. I need to think more, and he's right there waiting. The way I wrote that, he knows he's talking to a woman. My newfound vision of my father is messing with my mind. My hands are shaking. The screen blinks with a new message.

I'm not feeling attractive.

My fingers fly, and it's gone before I think about it.

You are to someone in every way.

I look at the phone. Shit, I wrote that and sent it too fast. What the fuck am I thinking? Who does he think he's talking to? Can he tell, just from a hug, that his daughter sees him as more than just her father, a lot more? Is he thinking that I felt his penis getting bigger as held me and didn't freak out?

No dots. I stare at the phone for a few minutes. Nothing. Well, I fucked that up pretty well. I toss the burner on my bed and pick up my real phone to check my socials. But as I do that, I keep looking at the cheap phone lying on my bed face-down.

My socials were full of all the usual drama; I can't wait to go to college. I pick up the burner--a new message.

Does she really mean that?

I text back. I'm in it now, can't back off. This is so fucked up, playing this game, but I am so turned on.

Yes.

Three dots, fuck is he getting any writing done?

That way?

My hands are shaking as I type. This is so dangerous and insane. I could wreck my relationship with my father. He never asks who I am. What's that phrase, plausible deniability? He knows- he has to know it's me, and he's playing it safe, or not. Maybe he's picturing one of the many women who read his books. I'm writing the texts in some weird way to pretend I'm talking about somebody else. It's stupid, but he's playing along. Does he think it's me, or is he looking to hook up behind Mom's back, like she'd care? My father is just arm candy for her.

I can back off. Say, maybe, or some other words that disguise my desire. He's letting me make the decision.

Yes.

He's back in seconds.

That's wrong.

I'm not thinking anymore, just reacting, and my pussy is getting wet. I'm so fucked up.

Consenting adults.

Fuck, stupid move. Now he'll know I'm a young woman. A real adult wouldn't say that, or would they? I mean if 'she' is married too, she might say that to clear the air. This was so fucking complicated.

But. It's. Wrong.

I can see him sitting, looking at his phone, his desire fighting with his morals. Does he think it was another woman? Does he think it's me? What if he's figured out that his daughter is sending him messages, and he likes it? What am I getting myself into? This is crazy. It's so dangerous. I don't know anybody who's ever done this, and I've never read anything about it. I'm one message away from changing my life. But I love my father, and this is just a deeper way of showing it, right?

I type; she doesn't care.

I want to say, 'I love you,' but that is too obvious a hint that it's me. This is a weird game, but I know I'm helping him. I check the phone for the next hour, but there's nothing. Fuck. Have I just made the biggest mistake of my life? I've fucked up my relationship with my father, I've fucked his ability to write, and now he'll have to stay married to my slut mother and be a miserable- what's that word, cuck-old. Weird fucking word. Faith just got home. Wonder who she fucked today. Before I go downstairs to be a part of the theater that our family has become, I'll send one more message.

Pay attention and take a chance. If you want to.

I stare at the sent message. Fuck I do things too quickly, not thinking. Fuck fuck fuck. There is no way he isn't gonna figure out that his daughter is coming on to him. That his daughter sees him as a sexual being, which I so do, but now... Fuck.

July 7, 11:03 PM

I have no appetite for the food in front of me. It's like a bad TV show, all stiff and superficial. Faith is gushing about work and all the new bougie houses that are being built for all the asshole Yankees moving down. Dad keeps sneaking a look at me. I catch his eye a few times but just smile weakly. He rolls his eyes and nods his head towards Faith, who never shuts up. That gets a smile out of me, which makes him smile. He seems different. Does he know?

After dinner, Faith goes to her office off the living room. She leaves the door open, so at least she isn't sending videos of her pussy out tonight.

Dad and I watch a movie. I sit next to him, close. No biggie, I've done it before, but tonight I hold his hand for a while. I glance at him, and he looks content. We talk about my college plans and which school is making the biggest offer. I don't know why I bother, my mother could buy the fucking college, but she insists I go for scholarships.

I love being next to him, in contact, yeah, still dressed, but we're both in shorts, and his leg is against mine. He squeezes my hand gently and I feel my vagina wet.

Faith has gone to bed; it's just Dad and me. The movie is over. We get up, and Dad's folding the fleece. He drops it on the couch and turns to face me. We usually say, 'Good night,' but I get a crazy stupid idea. I move in and hug my father. He doesn't flinch or pull back; he hugs me back, hard.

"I love you, Pixie," he says. It all feels different. I know, it's just my brain fucking with me. I look up into his eyes. I swear there's a tear. Then I do it. I touch my lips to his, just for a micro-second. His eyes open wide.

I look up at him and say, "I love you so much, Dad.' He just stares at me, but in a nice way? I let go and walk to my room; my hands are shaking.

I'm a fucking mess. I know I went too far. But I felt him growing. I know I fucked up, but my pussy is so fucking wet right now. I'm done. That's it for tonight. Pixie's gonna fuck herself to sleep.

July 10, 2 PM

Yeah, been a few days. I backed way off. I'm scared. This is all so intense. I still can't tell if my dad knows it's me that's been texting. I told him to pay attention and take a chance, and I've been kinda avoiding him. I checked the phone, but no new messages. I think he wants his 'secret correspondent' to initiate.

So, yesterday, I went to the mall with my bestie Janet. You know, the one I am NOT having sex with. I'll admit I've thought about it, especially after that video of Faith and that Mary woman. Won't lie; it got me going, but I've never done that, and Janet has never given the slightest indication, and I'd hate to wreck our friendship.

I bought some really cool shorts. Nice and loose, soft fabric; I love them, and I have a plan. When I got home, I took my seam ripper and removed the sewn-in underwear. Now I have three pairs of very loose-leg shorts. Easy to peek, easy to slip a hand in, easy to test my father.

He's sitting by the pool. Faith's off being a slut. Okay, that's cruel, but she's hurting Dad, and that hurts me.

I slip on my favorite thong, yellow, and my new shorts, the green pair- I got three different colors- and a tank top, no bra. I need a bra like a lifeguard needs an anvil. Well, I do wear them because even though I have these A-cup beauties, my nipples are fat and get very long when I'm turned on, which seems to happen a lot these days when I'm around my father.

As I walk through the house towards the pool, I fight to control my breathing. I have to stop to take a few deep breaths. I'm out on a limb with this idea. Today, I'll know for sure if my dad sees me as more than his daughter. I think maybe. Fuck this is so hard.

July 10, 4:30 PM

Dad looks up when I open the slider and walk out. He has his board shorts on, and he's making notes.

"Hey, kiddo,"

I take a breath. "Hey Dad. You looked lonely, so I thought I'd join you."

I stand there in the sunlight with no fucking idea what to do next. Dad puts his notebook down. He just looks at me for a minute.

"You're in really great shape, Pixie. You've been working hard."

Feeling way braver than I should, I walk over and stand next to the lounge, at around his knees. Dad's looking me over.

"Yeah, you have a lot more definition in your legs."

I move up, and Dad extends his right hand and touches the inside of my right leg, near my knee. His fingers feel like branding irons on my skin. I feel my vagina juicing. Dad catches my eyes, "Are these shorts new?"

His fingers leave my leg and capture the edge of the leg of the shorts, the backs of his fingers brush my thigh.

"Yeah, I got them yesterday. You like them? I bought them for you."

What the fuck did I just say? Dad is still looking at me. He doesn't react, but he's pressing the back of his hand against my leg. Still holding the fabric. A signal? I need to respond. I shift my legs, moving closer, then open them a tiny bit. Dad looks into my eyes, and I bite my lip. I'm shaking.

I'm leaning against the side of that lounge, my body almost even with Dad's shoulder. We're staring at each other. His fingers release the fabric, and he traces the back of his hand across my thigh, turning his hand over. His whole hand is palm-down on the inside of my right thigh, just below the hem of those shorts, thumb pointing up. My hands are at my side. I move my arms. Dad stops as I slide my hands up my thighs and cross them high on my belly, interlacing my fingers, my thumbs at the bottom edge of my breasts. Giving permission, I think.

Dad's hand moves up an inch. I open my legs just a tiny bit more. With my peripheral vision, I see the growing bulge in his swimsuit. My father is getting an erection from touching his daughter. My thong panties are soaked, and I'm shaking.

"A lot more definition," Dad whispers as his fingers move up another inch. We are still staring at each other, but his eyes flick down to where his hand has pushed up the leg of my shorts, exposing my thong panty. I feel his hand tremor as I see his cock flinch in his shorts.

Then I feel it. My dad's finger touches the edge of my thong at the leg hole. He moves it right, and the pad of his finger caresses across the fabric. I know he can feel my tangle of pubic hair and the wetness. I gasp quietly when that fingertip finds my swollen clit.

Dad yanks his hand out and gets up, not even trying to hide the poky boner he has. He turns and walks towards the house, mumbling, "I have to get back to work."

I run to my room, slam the door, and jump up on my bed. I shove those shorts off and put my hand where Dad's was, masturbating furiously through that thong. I howl into my pillow as I climax, feeling a flood pour out of me.

I lay there, still panting. This is so fucked up, but it feels so good. I need a shower. I leave my drenched thong on the floor, the gusset pointing at my open door. I got the idea from a Reddit post.

I took a while in the shower, washed my hair, and masturbated again; that handheld shower nozzle is awesome.

At my door, wrapped in a towel, I stare. My thong is on the floor, open with cum piled on top of the inside of the wet gusset. Oh, fuck, this is getting way real.

I close my door and sit on the bed. The towel falls off. That thong. That wet, cum-filled thong stares at me. There is no doubt that my father has sexual urges for me. We're playing a game, a dangerous game. Urges are one thing, action is another. He freaked when he touched my pussy over my thong, but he just masturbated in it and left it. Is this the boundary? No touching, just... Fuck, this is so confusing.

The slut just got home. I smile at my door, bend down, and slip on my messy thong and those same shorts. This is going to be fun. The burner glows--a text.

Is everything all right?

I hear you have nice fingers.

I was way out of line.

Not what I hear.

???

You paid attention and took a chance.

Yes.

Did your finger get wet?

Very.

You caused that.

3 dots... waiting

I have to go.

I typed one more message. Thank You.

I put the phone in my pocket and headed downstairs.

I'm sitting on the couch typing on my phone. The parents think I'm doing socials. Keepin' it real. I'm careful and keep my legs closed and the screen up. Faith is sitting on the other wing of the couch, working on her second glass of wine, blabbing about some huge house she sold today; I'm picturing her naked on the bedroom floor of the place while the young couple ravages her from both ends. I smile. A small part of me would love to watch that. Dad is in the kitchen making dinner like he does every night. Love that man.

Faith gets up. "Gotta pee." Thanks, didn't need to know that. Dad comes in and sits in front of me on the big ottoman. I keep typing.

"Mom drinks way too much." I can't let Dad know how I've objectified my mother by using her name.

Dad sighs and puts his hand lightly on my knee. Is it me, or is he getting more touchy?

"I know, I just don't know what to do about it."

This is it. I'm gonna do it. I look into those beautiful blue eyes and slowly open my legs. Dad's eyes naturally flick down and then go wide. He stops talking and stares. I know he can clearly see my yellow thong with the huge wet mess between my legs. I open wide, pause, and then close my legs as my mother comes back. Our eyes meet, and I smile, catching my lip in my teeth.

Dad, blushing like crazy, gets up. "Well, dinner isn't going to cook itself," he says. I can see the fat bulge in his shorts. I win.

As he walks away, I lean my head back. "Dad, you make life here so much better. I wish I could do more to help you."

He stops and just looks at me. Faith, clueless, drinks wine and yaps.

After dinner, I help Dad clean up. As he moves around the kitchen, I notice he's finding reasons to touch me, nothing sexy or inappropriate, but a lot more than ever before. I do the same, holding his trim waist as I move behind him, reaching into the sink and touching his hands as I pull the plates out of the soak, making sure our hips touch, too. I can see his cock is hard. I'm loving this. He is, too.

"Another book signing tour tomorrow?"

Dad puts the last dish in the dishwasher and then moves behind me. He puts his wet, warm hands on my hips, just at the edge of my shorts, and on the bare skin below my tank top. So fuckin warm and wet. My pussy pulses.

"Yeah, two days, out in Asheville. Sorry, Pixie, wet hands."

I'm leaning on the sink, pushing my hips back. Dad just pauses, and I can feel the bulge.

"S'ok, Dad. You have nice hands. Wet is good, right?"

What a stupid thing to say! Arggg, It was all I could think of. He's cool though. Ignores my stupid remarks.

"Gonna miss the old man?" he asks as he releases me, takes off the apron, and hangs it in the small closet.

I untie my apron and shove over next to him, loving the contact. "More than I can say," I reply in a whisper. I step away quickly and out of the kitchen. Faith's passed out. Banging for bucks must be exhausting.

July 10, 1030PM

The lights are down low. Dad and I are on the couch; Faith is still passed out on the other wing. Dad put a movie on, but I'm paying no attention. I'm getting a text.

I got a surprise tonight.

I heard.

This freaky game we're playing, should I end it? Just tell him it's me? We both know he knows.

Why?

Why what? Why did I leave him my thong that got soaked when he touched me? Why did I put it on, knowing he had masturbated and cum all over it and show him?

Why not? It was a tribute. Thank you.

I glance over. Dad is half looking at me.

I'm weak, and I'm scared. If it goes too far, there's no way to undo it.

Pay attention and take a chance.

I put the phone away and watch Dad as he puts his on the table.

"I'm cold," I say.

Dad pulls the fleece off the couch. "Here."

I get up, go over, grab the fleece, flake it out, plop next to him, and throw it over us. He glances at Faith. I cuddle up to him.

"Just enjoying a movie with my dad."

I hold his hand under the blanket. It's nice. Real nice. I know he's hard, even if I can't see.

July 10, 11:30 PM

I'm up in bed now. Faith woke up, so we all went to bed. Dad's leaving early tomorrow. I type out a text.

Good luck. Hurry home. You're missed.

July 1, 8:11 AM

Dad's out in Asheville. I'm stuck at home. They don't need me at work today--Faith's in her home office. I want to text Dad naked selfies, but I won't. That violates the unwritten and unspoken rules of our game.

I'm gonna go hang in the pool.

I'm putting on my thong bikini I got last time I was shopping with Janet. She got one also. We shared a dressing room to try them on. Janet was wearing a G-string, wow. I'd never seen her pussy and when Janet dropped her shorts, well, there it was. She was talking away, and I fought not to stare. What's happening to me?

July 11, 10:30 AM

Well, I'm leaning on the edge of the pool, checking my phone. Dad never answered my text. He must be really busy. Faith just walked out wearing a thong-string bikini, no surprise; it's all she owns. I'm surprised she doesn't wear them to show homes with pools.

I have problems with my mother. No shit, right? Well, one of them is, she's gorgeous. I got Dad's shape. I'm this short, curvy, muscular kid with a killer butt; she's fucking long and lean, has tits that are way bigger than mine, maybe a C? I don't know. She's walking to a lounge like she's in a fashion show. Her hips shift, and she looks off into the distance. I've never paid attention to her as a woman; now, with my new perversions, yeah plural, I see her differently. She stops in front of me.

"I had to get off the phone and take a break. Thought I'd catch some sun."

Who cares? "Yeah, it's nice out here today."

She's standing and staring at me. What the fuck?

"Um, I like to tan."

I look up. "Okay."

"Um, all over."

What the fuck? I had no idea. I've got a job, and I'm out five days a week. Is she, like, asking my permission?

"Yeah, okay, no prob. Just us girls."

Acting casual, pretending to be pals with my slut mother. She just pulls the strings, and in a blink, she's fucking naked. Whoa.

I'm watching her while typing, pretending not to watch. I don't know what's going on with me. I mean, girls, women. I never looked, you know? Now, I'm seeing my mother, whom I despise, as a sexy woman. First, I'm leering at my best friend, who I am sure is not into girls, and now I'm watching my mother bend over to arrange her towel, giving me a very clear look at her vagina and butthole.

She's wet. She's fucking wet. I bet she was doing phone sex before she came out. She has to know I can see this. Is it that she doesn't care or...? No, no way. But there's Mary. No, she just doesn't give a shit. Slut.

"You can join me if you like."

"No thanks, I'm going back in the house. It's hot out here."

She picks up her phone. "Okay."

July 11, 7:08 PM

So, I'm back in my room, naked. I do that now, no clothes in my bedroom. I wish Dad and I had swapped naked selfies; I'd love to rub one out looking at a pic of his hard cock, which I have as yet to see. Did I say that right?

My mother and I got along for the day, me mostly avoiding her. We faked our way through dinner, and I cleaned up and bugged out back to my room.

I get out the sex phone, as I call it now. He sent a text.

How much of a chance?

I smile. I picture him naked on the bed in his hotel room, stroking his big, I think, cock.

At times like these, it's important to take a chance but be sensitive to the response.

His answer is instantaneous.

You think?

I run my finger up my drenched pussy, lick my finger, and type.

I know. I'm sure. G'nite.

I'm picturing Dad getting ready to cum all over that wonderful belly.

That's all for now. I'm going to get out my big dildo and masturbate. Talk to you all later.

July 12, 8:13 AM

I'm checking my phone. I just woke up. A text. Maybe a selfie of his hard cock and a pool of cum? No, it's just a text, not that I'm surprised.

I'm going home tonight but won't be in until late.

I'm sure you're looking forward to being home.

Three dots. I picture him, naked and hard on that motel bed.

More than ever.

I feel my pussy clench, and a warm feeling comes over me. He's had time away from temptation. Time to think, time to worry, time to decide. That message says a lot. I feel so fucking good right now.

July 12, 8:30 AM

I don't have to be at work till ten. Faith's long gone. I'm naked and having breakfast in the kitchen. I'm leaning on the island, observing that it is the perfect height for sex. Ha, this is fun.

I climb up on the island. The granite is fucking cold. I lay back and grab my legs, pulling them back and imagining Dad sitting on one of the high stools, looking at my wet pussy. Gotta rub one out.

July 12, 3:30 PM

I'm back home. Job sucks but it's just for the summer. Faith's not home, she texted, gotta show a house. You know what I'm picturing so I'll just leave it. I'm edgy, nervous, but also anxious, wanting him home, wanting to continue the game, wondering how far he'll go, how far I'll go. I can't sit still. I'm gonna binge watch all three Pitch Perfect movies.

July 12, 6:02 PM

I just got out of the shower. I'm looking at myself. I've got some definition; I like it. I pinch my nipples. It's fucking amazing; it's like there's a wire from my nips to my pussy; bang, I'm wet. I run my fingers through my pubic hair. Faith has none. Should I shave? Is that what he wants? I gotta know. I pick up the phone.

I've got a friend. She wants to shave. She needs a man's opinion.

Nothing. I wait a few minutes, still nothing. Weird. Must be busy. Mattress Mom just got home. I'll check later.

I make Faith some dinner, and we have a civil conversation over some Hallmark piece of shit movie. She's not evil, just very superficial and self-centered. Could be worse.

July 12, 2:00 AM

I just heard him. It's 2 AM and I hear Dad walking through the house. I look at my door, willing it to open, have him walk in. What would I do? I'm lying naked on my bed. Throw the sheet off? Turn the light on? Crawl to him? I laugh at myself. Pixie, you are one fucked-up girl.

July 13, 8:32 AM

There's a lot of fucking sunshine filling my room. How did I manage to stay asleep? Fuck, I'm almost late for work. More later. He left a text.

Women have hair.

July 13, 11:17 AM

Things are slow here, not many customers. I'm gonna get sent home; I'm the summer girl; the regulars depend on tips. That's cool, I can't concentrate anyway after I read his text.

I thought about coming in.

She said she was awake. She sleeps au natural.

That would have been a problem.

Not for her.

Then, nothing. Fuck me, this is torture. What does he mean, 'problem?' Did he change his mind? Did he want to come in and talk, tell me how he can't love me the way he needs to, the way I want to? Am I pushing too hard? He sent me his most recent chapter; it's much better. Well, I'm not getting much out of this, but it's helping him. He needs this book to be a hit. A big fat advance so he and I can leave. Am I horrible for wanting that? What do I want from Dad? For how long? Thinking is exhausting; I'd rather just react. Marla just told me, "It's too slow, go home." Go home, he's there. Now what?

July 13, 3:32 PM

I'm looking out my window. I can see the pool. Dad's on that lounge he loves: the tall one that sits under the shelter. I don't see his phone, I'm not surprised, he does this to get ideas. He never swims. Today it's just a pair of white linen shorts I've never seen before. I concentrate on the slight bulge. Is he wearing underwear? He's writing a lot; he must be on a tear. I'll wait, standing naked in my room. Fuck, I'm wet just looking at him.

July 13, 3:54 PM

I didn't masturbate, so restrained of me. I wanted to. I wanted to stand in the window and fuck myself, hoping he'd look up, come up, take me. Now, he's asleep on the lounge. I put on the purple pair of those shorts I got, the ones I cut the underwear out of. I found my oldest and saggiest white tank top. If I had tits, they'd be falling out of it; as it is, it's just my long, fat nipples, hard, sending a message.

July 13, 4:37 PM

I'm standing at the slider. I don't know what to expect. Is this going to be a move forward or a gentle end? Only one way to find out.

He's on his personal lounge; it sits higher than normal ones. He has bad knees. He's awake now, looking at this tablet. It's a beautiful sunny day. I reach for the handle with a shaky hand. I'm still in the AC, and I'm sweating- and juicing.

Dad looks up as I walk out. Big smile. Why do I feel like he's been gone for a month, not two days? He's so handsome. The sun reflects off his black hair- now with flecks of gray- like he needs to look more sexy. As I walk around the pool, he puts the tablet down and waits for me.

"Purple today?"

I stop next to his lounge and tug on the leg of my shorts. "Yeah, I got three pairs. Glad you like 'em."

Dad extends his hand, asking. I step forward, accepting. His fingers capture the edge of the leg, like last time, the back of his fingers against my leg. I quiver; I can't control it.

"Fabric like this, that new stuff, much cooler, right?"

Not right fucking now, I think, I'm so hot I'm gonna burst into flames.

"Yeah, great for summer; I love 'em."

We're eye-to-eye. That hand, my father's hand, rolls over, like last time. His palm is against my thigh, so warm, so fucking warm. He just holds his hand there. My hands lay against my thighs. I slide them up, like last time, across my abdomen, but this time I open the web of my hands and gently cup the bottom of my breasts. No expression on his face or mine. I glance down. He is hard under those shorts. I'm sure he has no underwear on; there's a wet spot at the tip of his erection. His hand is moving up. I edge a little closer, giving permission, like last time.

Oh, fuck, his fingers feel so good against my skin. He's close now, oh so close. I bite my lip. His eyes go wide. He knows. I can feel his fingers touching my pubic hair. No panties. He keeps his eyes on mine as his finger toys with the tips of my hair, waiting. I move my hands over my breasts and capture my hard nipples with my fingers, pinching, pulling, signaling.

His finger, that long, strong finger, presses into my pubic hair, and then, he's there. I feel his finger touch my vagina, I'm so unbelievably wet it slips inside me, just a little. I quiver, and I move my right hand from my breast to his right leg to steady myself. Dad stops but doesn't take his finger out of me. I squeeze his leg as I pinch my nipple, asking for more.

His finger moves out and along my lips slowly, so damn slowly. He's exploring, taking in every sensation. His breathing is deeper, his hand a little shaky. I move my hand up his leg; I'm touching the hem of the leg of those white linen shorts. On top or under? I chicken out, move my hand on top of the fabric, distracted by his finger finding my big clit. I know it's big because I look at porn, I'm bigger than average. He touches it, and I moan, I can't help it. Two more seconds and I will cum all over his hand, but he moves down.

We're staring at each other as he toys with my pussy. I can feel the rise in the fabric of his shorts, I know I'm close to his erection. He trails his finger between my lips, opening me. I'm so aware of what I'm feeling that it takes a second for me to realize I'm touching my father's cock through his shorts. I look down; he's rigid, pointing up toward his belly, and I'm running the tips of my fingers along the fabric, a big wet spot at the end.

I open my legs even more. I feel the finger pressing in a little, pausing. I close my fingers around his girth. I feel his cock twitch as his fingers slide in; I grip his cock, move my hand just a little, as I feel him deeper in me. We still just stare at each other. Fuck he has long fingers; he's way up in me. I'm pulling on my nipple, shaking, stroking his penis through his shorts. I know I'm going to cum really fucking hard, but I fight it; I want more.

I bunch the fabric around my hand as I stroke. We're both covered in sweat, mouths open, panting, embracing the wrong.

I run my thumb along his cock, feeling that spot below the head. I don't know much, but I know that's a hot spot for guys. I want to bend over, pull his shorts down and fill my mouth with his cock. Not today.

Oh shit, he found it. I feel the pad of his finger on my G-spot. He knows, too; he presses and moves, and his big thumb is pressing on my clit. I tighten my grip on his cock, moving faster. He wants me to cum, and I'm not doing it alone.

I feel the orgasm building like a wave. I know my mouth is hanging open, and my nipple hurts from me pulling on it. I move to the other as I feel his cock swelling. He's close. I'm closer. I'm there.

Starbursts in my brain, and I yell, really yell, my head leaning back as my release washes over me. I gush from my pussy, drenching his hand and my shorts. My eyes roll back, and when they return, I look down; I see his penis twitching, the wet mess spreading from the head of his cock as he climaxes, a bit shooting out of the waistband of those shorts. I feel his cock in my hand, pumping, pumping his cum as he fingers his daughter. This is the nastiest thing I've ever done, and I know I want more.

Dad takes his hand away, still looking at me as he licks his fingers. Fuck, almost came again. I let go of his cock, run my finger through the spot of cum on his belly, and slip my finger into my mouth; nice. I just back away, turn, and go into the house. I'm shaking. My life just changed.

Okay, I'm back in my room. Holy fuck. Gotta take a breath; it was NOT a gentle end. I gotta send him a message before I tell you what happened.

That was awesome.

Yeah, beyond awesome.

No regrets at all.

Three dots.

ditto.

Shit. We just broke the wall we've been hiding behind. Just a little, but I was so buzzed I forgot to pretend it wasn't me. I guess, under the circumstances, it's dumb to keep trying to hide it.

July 13, 5:35 PM

I hear Dad moving around the house. I want to go talk to him, stop playing our game, and just do it, but Mayonnaise Legs just got home. You know, easy to spread.

July 13, 7:18 PM

I'm buried in the huge sectional couch, watching Netflix. Faith is in her office, sending pics of her vulva to home inspectors. I don't know that she is; I just assume. Dad's making dinner. I haven't mentioned this, but he's a great cook. My phone goes off. Dad's texting.

I feel guilty, but it felt so good.

He doesn't start our chats, I do. Interesting.

Didn't mind the fur?

I prefer it.

But she shaves?

Lasered, her choice.

I'm typing, not thinking.

Tongues feel better.

I look at my phone. Did I really just send that?

R u sure?

Well, I guess the rules have changed. No more hiding in the third person. I feel my pussy getting wet.

Never surer-Till things change.

Nothing for a minute.

Yes.

Yes? Yes what?

I send one more.

Sometimes, I get thirsty late at night, so I go get a drink in the kitchen.                            

I drop my phone and think back to this morning, lying on my mother's granite island. I have a plan.

July 14, 1 AM

It's 1 AM. I'm in the kitchen, naked, lying on the island. The lights are out; the room is in deep darkness. Back to anonymity, better that way- for now. I left my robe on the floor at the door, he'll see it or feel it when he comes in. If he comes in. We never texted after that one I told you about. I swear I'm leaving a puddle on this rock. I hear him.

July 14, 1:58 AM

There's a board on the stairs that squeaks, just a little. That's why I'm here. If Faith wakes up and comes looking, we'll get a warning- if we need one. I just heard it. He's on his way.

I hear my robe rustle as his foot finds it. The room is pitch dark. I feel like my ears are growing huge, trying to hear him. I hear him breathing, deeper than normal, closer; I sense him, see the dark outline.

I twitch; he touches me, looking for me. His hand on my thigh, moving up over my abs and slowing. He knows I'm naked. I go, "Mmmm," barely audible, but enough. I know he can feel me breathing, heaving air into my lungs, tense, but very needy.

His finger has found the edge of the slight rise of my tiny breast. His other hand, his right, is caressing the side of my thigh. I have never felt so loved and so excited. I expected him to show up and jam his face between my legs. He's teasing me, no, not teasing, prepping me? So, this is foreplay; I like it, I like it a lot.

My body is buzzing; the only word for it. His left index finger is just touching my skin, tracing the outer circle of my breast. My nipple feels like it's going to explode. His right index finger is trailing up and down my thigh, moving closer up and further in between my legs with every pass. I keep moving my legs wider. Yes. More, please. My right arm flops off the counter, and I feel him. He has a robe on, and I clutch the fabric at his hip.

The finger on my breast is getting closer to my nipple on every revolution. The one on my thigh is on the inside, moving slower and moving up. I reach with my left hand and grab the hand towel from the rack under the counter and put it in my mouth, biting hard. I need to be quiet, and this is the only way. He is such a tease, and I'm dying.

Both fingers pull back. My body is shaking. No, please, no. I need this; I need to climax. I feel his body shift. He's not leaving.

His fingers clamp my nipple and squeeze hard as his other hand pinches my clit. I scream into that towel as I cum, shaking, my hand clamped full of terrycloth, the other gripping the cold edge of the countertop as my orgasm consumes me. I'm flopping on that granite slab, the energy of my climax racing through me. He's pinching and releasing my nipple in the same cadence as he is torturing my clitoris.

I've never enjoyed an orgasm like this. He's good; amazing would be more accurate, but I know what's making it better: the wrongness.

Then they are gone. The fingers leave, and he reaches down and pries my fingers off his robe. I hear his bare feet on the ceramic tile floor, and his shadow blocks my view of the clock on the microwave. He didn't leave. There will be more. I reach down and grab my legs behind the knees. When you're a gymnast, you're wicked flexible. I pull my legs back, waiting, hoping. The counter jiggles, I feel his warm, strong hands grab my ankles and pull. Dad gently pulls me until my ass is at the edge of the counter. I hear one of the stools moving on the floor.

Really? I picture this, him moving a stool so he can SIT DOWN and lick my pussy. Oh fuck, that might mean he plans on being there for a while. I'm going to need that towel. I'm hoping he isn't going to torment me this time.

As his hands move up my legs, brushing over my hands, he presses them open, knowing how wide I can spread. I feel his stubble on my thigh. I shake. So intense. His hands come to rest on the sides of my ass, holding me as his cheek moves closer. I feel his hot breath on my pussy, the air moving my pubic hair. I can feel the juice flowing out of me. This is sensual torture.

Is he going to dive in or tease me more? I've only been licked by one guy, and he went at me like I was a Wendy's burger; this, this is a whole new galaxy of passion.

His left hand finds my breast, and his fingers capture a nipple. I bite the towel.

His tongue touches my right thigh at the edge of my vagina. It feels so hot as he trails it up and over, through my pubic hair and just above my clit. He knows exactly what he's doing; trailing down the left side, running in the crease where my legs meet my pussy. He's slowing at the bottom. He pauses. His tongue is at the base of my entrance. It moves down. No, he is not going to lick my ass. Nobody has ever been there. What's the point?

I feel his tongue bore into my ring, and I immediately know what the point is. I never knew how sensual that spot could be. As if what we are doing wasn't bad enough, he's taken it to the limit. I quiver. He presses his tongue flat and licks up, forcing my lips open and getting a mouth full of me as a reward. I cum, biting the towel and yelling, pumping my release into his mouth as his tongue flips, asking for more.

His mouth moves off; the cool air of the kitchen bathes my pussy. I feel his right hand moving up my left leg. His tongue touches my clit, blasting an electric charge through my groin. One finger finds my entrance, gently pushing in as I feel his lips touch my clit. Deeper, deeper, now turning.

Oh, fuck. I know what he's going to do, and I may just combust. I am in so much trouble.

I'm gasping into the towel as I feel that big finger barely touch my G-spot. His breath is deep and warm on my clit. Then it happens. He pushes up with his finger, massaging my spot as his lips close around my clitoris and suck- hard. His left hand is flat on my belly, holding me down and enhancing the smashing climax I am enjoying.

I'm cumming, yelling into the towel, pressing my hips against his hand, and jerking my hips to get more sensation. Just when it becomes too much, he stops and takes his hand away, but I feel his presence. He stands. I hear the stool moving back--my turn.

He's fucking ruined me for any man I ever meet. He set the bar in fucking space. I owe him, and I can't wait.

I flip off the counter with ease, land on my feet, and drop to my knees as my hands reach out and feel that robe. I throw it wide, and he shucks it off as my hands grab the back of his thighs, moving up and around until they wrap around his cock. My father's cock.

I'm so wound up. I've only given three blowjobs. The first one lasted ten seconds; he pulled out and blasted all over my face. The other two were better; one guy coached me. I like to have them finish in my mouth. Now I'm in the big leagues.

I extend my tongue and start at the base. Dad doesn't shave or trim. I inhale the scent of body wash and pheromones as I trail my tongue up the underside of his erection. He inhales quickly, and my hair fills his hands. Just holding and panting. I feel that spot under the head. Dad is cut; I like that.

My tongue captures a drop at the end, and I let my lips embrace the tip. Slowly, I take him into my mouth, one hand holding around the base, just in case. I can almost get all of him. I pause with my mouth full and savor the moment before I start moving back and forth, licking, wanting my prize. His fingers grip and release my hair. His breathing is deep, with gasps when I lick the head. I have the power and joy to give pleasure to this man.

I'm loving this. If somebody had said to me a month ago that I'd be on my knees in my kitchen sucking my father's cock and dying to taste his climax, I would have hit them, yet here I am, doing that and knowing I'll do it again, anytime and anywhere he wants.

I'm surprised he's lasted this long. I slide my other hand between my legs and capture some of the flood coming out of me. I take my other hand off his cock and slide around until I have his strong ass in my hand. As I suck, I reach around with my left and pull with my right, opening him.

He growls as he feels my finger on his ring. I smear my juice into his anus and then press my finger. One knuckle in is all it takes. His hands clench: I feel his cock swell, and then the first shot hits the back of my mouth hard. I pull my finger out and hold his ass with both hands as he grunts, cumming again, a flood over my tongue. Warm, pungent, and slimy. My reward. Once more, a bit less, and now I slow down and just gently caress, and I feel his body twitch. He's done.

I rise, sliding my hands up his body and around his neck while I lift and wrap my legs around his waist. I angle my head, and our lips meet as lovers for the first time. I can taste my climax, and I know he can taste his. I feel his flaccid cock against my wet pussy as our tongues duel. We're both moaning. He pulls back, his lips still brushing mine. "I love you, Pixie."

I squeeze him with my legs and arms and hear him grunt as I press the air out of his lungs. "I love you, Dad. Now more than ever."

I drop down and bend over, picking up his robe and placing it in his hand. "Till things change," I whisper. I turn and leave, picking my robe off the floor.

July 14, 8:57 AM

The sun is pouring in my window. I don't remember getting back to my room. I'm lying naked on my bed, the sheets off on the floor. I run the memory of last night through my mind. This, this thing, this should not work. There is so much cultural wrongness, yet here I am, guilt-free and planning the final act. I know this will not be forever. I said it: 'till things change', but my relationship with my father is now deeper than I could have ever imagined, and that fills me with joy and satisfaction.

There's a message on the burner.

Thank you.

No, Dad, thank YOU.

I have work today, but not for another hour. I get up and put on one of Dad's tee shirts. They go down to my knees and hang off my shoulders, but even before our thing started, I loved wearing his clothes. I hear them in the kitchen.

Faith is talking on the phone while eating a piece of toast. Dad's sitting at the island watching her, and he takes a sip from his mug as I walk in. Faith turns her back to fill her travel mug. I grab the bottom of the shirt and give Dad a full-frontal flash. He nearly spits out his coffee. It's the first time he's actually seen my body. I drop the shirt as Faith turns. Dad wags a finger at me, but his smile is ear-to-ear.

"'Bout time you got up, kid," he says. "Don't you have work today?"

"Yeah, not till ten. I slept in." I nudge Faith away from the coffee pot and fill my mug.

"Gee, not like you to sleep in," Dad says, stifling a smile.

I stare right at him. "I had a problem that I had to solve. Kept me up late."

"Oh yeah? Was it a hard problem?"

I lick my lips. "Not when I got done."

My mother picks that moment to interrupt. "Pixie, can you go to the store today? Your father is too busy with his book. Something about a deadline."

"I'm not sure if I can get out of work. Can't you go, Mom?'

My mother fixes me with a laser-beam stare and then looks over my shoulder at Dad. "No, dear, I cannot. Somebody has work at a real job."

Faith turns and walks out, leaving me with my mouth hanging open and my wonderful father looking down into his coffee. What a fucking cunt.

Dad gets up and puts his mug in the sink. "Well, I've got final editing to do."

"Dad, I'm sorry."

My father comes over and hugs me. "You make it all worth it, Pixie," he whispers right in my ear.

Before I can take that conversation further, he releases me and walks out.

July 14, 11:19 AM

Dad locked himself in the study, so I couldn't talk to him. I'm at work now, in the lady's room.

Tonight. My room, midnight.

Three dots. I bet he's been watching that phone since I walked out of the kitchen.

NO. Too dangerous.

Yes, please, it's time. I'll make sure.

?????

I smile. I've been thinking about this, and I did some research.

She takes Ambien sometimes. I'll crush one and mix it in her dinner.

Nothing. He's thinking. Thinking what a devious, horny daughter he has.

This is too far. I can't.

We both know what's going to happen when he comes into my room. I know why he's worried, but I want this; he wants this and needs it.

You need this.

I hit send and then type again.

I want you in me. I need you in me.

I have to get back to work. I put the phone back in my pants and leave the bathroom.

An hour later, the pace has slowed, and I check the phone.

Are you on...?

I smile. It's going to happen.

For years. All safe.

He's right back.

Are you a...?

This is fun.

Nope. Father of a friend.

?????

I laugh.

LOL. All good. No scandal. Friend doesn't know but wife was there.

Dyin to hear.

Someday.

For the rest of my shift, I'm buzzed. No fear, no guilt. It's four, and I'm heading home.

July 14, 5:52 PM

My mother is home, and she's in a shit mood. Something happened at her work. Dad and I share looks and stay quiet as we make dinner. I want to wink at him and tease him, but he glares at me when I brush his ass with my hand. Geez.

We're at the table, and Faith's letting it all out. The agency has been sold to a national chain, and they are assigning someone to shadow her. She's freaking out. Yelling about how this will fuck her 'personal relationship' with the clients. Yeah, pretty sure Prudential Realty does not condone fucking to advance your career.

I crushed up the Ambien and put it in her meal, but now I'm really worried. She's sucking wine down like it's gonna be outlawed tomorrow. I read somewhere that you shouldn't mix them.

July 14, 7:15 PM

Faith passed out on the couch. Nice. Maybe my plan will move faster. Now, instead of later tonight.

Even though Faith is passed out, Dad is still being weird. It's late, and we're finishing cleaning the kitchen, but he's avoiding me. I stop and stare at him, and he points to Faith splayed out on the couch, her dress up and her pantyless pussy on display. Whatever, but he better be in my room later.

July 14, 11:50 PM

It's 11:50. I haven't slept. My ears feel like elephant ears from trying to hear him. He carried her up to bed. No kiss, no text, I'll be by later. Just, 'I need to take care of her.' What? Like she takes care of YOU? I'm mad, I'm sad, I'm horny. WTF.

July 15, 3:01 AM

It's midnight, just like I told him. I hear him come out of their room. I'm lying in my bed, naked, lights off. The room is pitch dark.

My door opens slowly. I can see his form moving in, wearing a robe. He stops and closes the door. He has to be able to hear my heart pounding. I move on my bed. His feet shuffle along the floor, and the bed moves as he hits it with his leg.

I feel his fingers touch my leg.

"This is a bad idea."

"She's got the pill and the wine. She wouldn't wake up if we were next to her."

We're actually talking about our forbidden relationship. That's new. His fingers are trailing up and down my leg. My pussy is juicing. I can hear him breathing, deep and hard. His fingers stop.

"Pixie, this is wrong. We've done too much already."

Until that night in the kitchen, he never used my name. I like it. I get up and reach out, feeling the terrycloth robe. He's facing me. I slide my hands in the front and over his shoulders, slipping the robe off his body as I move against him. His arms wrap around me as mine wrap around him. I feel his hard cock against my belly. He sighs. I wiggle my body, lift up on my toes, and put my mouth to his ear.

"This, this naughty thing we're doing, has made your book amazing and my life more exciting and rewarding than ever."

Dad's hands drop to cradle my ass. I sigh; it feels so good. He whispers,

"Can't we just keep it this way?"

I drop down off my toes. My mouth is just above his nipple. I lean back, and his cock sticks out. I try to capture it between my legs. My tongue caresses his nipple. He gasps as I whisper.

"That's not what you want. What do you want, Dad?"

Dad's breathing deeply, cock twitching.

"You know."

"Tell me, Dad. Use the words if you really want it."

I feel his fingers on my chin, angling my head up. His lips meet mine in a deep, wet kiss. I grind my hips against him, and he pants into my mouth. He pulls back, his lips still brushing mine.

"I want to... want to... make love to you."

I find his rigid cock and stroke it gently as I answer. "No, you don't. Say it."

His penis is so warm and hard. I run my fingers over the skin, knowing this will be inside me soon. I let his cock slip out of my hand.

"Say it, Dad."

His hands clench my ass, a finger probing between my legs. He exhales loudly. "I want to fuck you."

I have his cock in my hand again, I feel it twitch when he says 'fuck.' I open my legs as his finger finds my vagina, wet and open. I sigh as he slides it in. I squeeze his hands with my legs.

"Fuck who?"

Dad's long finger toys with my pussy. "You."

I tip up and put my mouth to his ear. "Nuh-uh. Who?"

Dad moves a little. Now his other hand is in front. He slides it between my legs and cups my sex, his middle finger sliding in next to the one already there. I'm gonna cum just from this. Dad's panting.

"My daughter. I want to fuck my daughter."

I reach out. Dad's hands fall away. I'm sure he's worried, thinks it's over until I click the bedside light on. We both blink to adjust. He's seen me; I flashed him in the kitchen, but now I get to see my dad in all his naked glory. He's beautiful.

"No more darkness, Dad. Say it again."

We're inches apart. His rigid cock, with a drop of clear fluid at the tip, is just brushing my pubic bush. My nipples are longer and harder than ever. We're staring into each other's eyes as he answers in a raspy, needy voice, "I want to fuck my daughter. Now, tomorrow, all the fucking time."

I giggle, disengage, and flop back onto my bed, throwing my legs wide, putting my pussy on display. He's licked it, and now he can see it in the light. I run my finger up my groove, plowing the wetness. "Where do you want to cum, Dad?"

Dad's stroking that lovely fat cock. "In your pussy."

I use two fingers to open my pussy. "Why are you standing there?"

I move to the middle as Dad gets on and between my legs.

He's looming over me, resting on his elbows, his hands under my shoulders. His body is so warm. I feel his penis against my thigh, sliding up.

"I'm not gonna last long, Pixie."

I love that he keeps saying my name as we prepare to seal our union.

"I'm going to cum as soon as your cock touches my pussy."

I gasp, and my mouth gapes open as I feel the fat head of my dad's erection touch my lips. I climax; I can't help it.

There's that feeling. The combination of feeling and knowing. Feeling his cock pressing in, spreading me, going deeper. Knowing that I am being filled, being loved.

His eyes are closed. He's concentrating on the feeling of filling me. I squeeze his toned biceps as he feeds more cock into me. We're both panting. I'm close to another orgasm. I feel his penis twitch.

"Fuck!" he says. He was right, he came.

"Don't stop, Dad. Keep going, please. Please fuck your daughter."

He growls. I knew dirty talk would keep him going, and it does. He shoves, and I feel the tip at my cervix.

"You good, baby?"

"Dad, fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you can. I want it."

I put my legs around him, way up, as only a gymnast can, as he pulls back and rams in hard, the bed bouncing off the wall. Oh, I'm gonna get it good.

The bang of the bed against the wall, the slap of skin on skin, and our grunts as he hits bottom every time are the only sounds. My fluid, his fluid, squish out of me as he fucks me. My fingers dig into his back. My strong legs pull him in. More, I want more. I've been with two guys before this, amateur hour; this is the big league.

Dad's mouth is next to my ear. His hot, wet breath pours over me. His cock fills me and leaves, fills me and leaves, every time he thrusts in, I want to climax. He's going faster. He's close. I concentrate on the overwhelming sensations coming from my pussy. I want my last cum to be with his.

His head moves. We're eye-to-eye again. I see the question in his eyes.

"In me," I say as he stifles a roar, and, as I climax, I feel his cock twitch and release deep inside me. I have never felt so good.

Dad props himself up and moves, letting his cock slip out. "You okay, Pixie?"

I cup his face with my hand. "I've never been better."

Dad smiles and rolls off, lying next to me. "I want to stay here. I want to rest and do it again."

I cuddle up to him and loop my leg over his. "I want that."

"I can't, baby. Too dangerous." His arm is under me, and he uses it to roll me on top of him. His hands stroke my hair. "Regrets?"

I touch his lips with mine. "None. You?"

Dad takes a breath. "Truth? Only that I waited so long."

My face is over his. I love laying on my father's naked body. "Dad, it's only been a few months."

He just looks at me and waits.

"What? No? Really, Dad? How long?"

I wiggle my body on top of him. "I never noticed. I guess that's good if this had never happened or if I wasn't into it, right?"

"Yes. Nice to know I was careful. When you started hinting, I was shocked. I forced myself to go slowly, making sure of every step. I had to give you time to think, maybe change your mind, without pressure from me. You can't un-fuck someone."

I laugh at that remark, picturing people fucking in reverse. Dad hugs me. I think to myself, You would know.

"I love you, Pixie. You've saved me, in a way. So, what now?"

I have thought about this. You can read a lot of stories online, but who knows if any of them are accurate? I do read stories of bad outcomes, usually as a result of coercion or worse. What is happening with my father is different, but I know the limits.

"I don't want to marry you or have your babies. I don't want a public relationship. This, having sex, is something I want to share just between us."

Dad's fingers trace down the crease of my butt. "Till things change?"

"Yes."

His fingers stop at the bottom. "What does that mean?"

"You're going to divorce Mom. I'm going to go live with you. I want a boyfriend, then a husband eventually, and you should have someone. Mom cheated on you. You're cheating on Mom, getting even, kinda, though it sounds like you wanted me anyway. I won't cheat."

"I like that. I get it. Yes, I saw you as more than a daughter. So, we each look for a mate, and until one of us meets someone...?"

I grind my hips into my father's growing erection. "We fuck our brains out. Hmmm, my dad's cock is getting hard again."

He fills his hands with my ass.

"Yeah, this never happens this fast."

"Obviously, I inspire you," I say as I move up and let his cock stick up, then move back and lean up, taking him inside. He feels so good.

"Oh, fuck, that's nice," Dad says as he pinches my nipples. "Ride me, Pixie."

I like being on top. I control my orgasm. Guys don't care as long as their dong is wet. Being in control rules. I post on Dad's cock, twisting and angling my hips using and aiming his magnificent boner to hit the spots I need. Oh, I love fucking.

"Your bed is fucking noisy,' Dad says as he massages my breasts. My hands are flat on his chest, full of his sweat.

"My father buys cheap furniture. I'll be lucky if it doesn't collapse." He gets this horrified look. I laugh. "Good luck explaining that one, eh?"

"I'm close, Pixie."

"I'm on my third cum. Do it, Dad: cum for me."

Panting, I ride my father as he climaxes deep inside me, my climax meeting his. I stop, and we stare at each other for a beat. Sweat is running over my small breasts and down my hard belly mixing with Dad's in his soaked chest hair. I run my hands over his chest.

"Another bestseller in the making."

Dad smiles. "I gotta get back, Pixie." I climb off. He slips his robe on and kisses me. "I love you, Pixie." He pauses at the door and turns. "Oh, by the way, my agent loves the book and says the publisher is going to send me the advance."

Dad slips out my door and gently closes it. I'm just lying here; I can't sleep. I've decided that tomorrow, well, today now, is the day I blow this up.

July 16, 7:03 AM

It's a great day. Revenge day, freedom day. I get up and take a quick shower. I'm going to have to change my sheets. Dad and I made a wreck of them.

I'm standing naked in my room. It's only seven, and I'm positive my mother is still knocked out. I want to walk into the kitchen naked, but I know Dad would freak. I slip on his big tee shirt.

He's sitting at the island when I walk in. His chest is bare, but I see his silk shorts. He raises his head and smiles, then stops.

"Did I make a huge mistake last night?"

I throw off the tee shirt and move towards him.

He gets up. "Pixie, no."

I pull him against me with all my strength. I feel his penis growing between us. "That was the most amazing night of my life. I want more."

"No, she might wake up."

I have my hand in those soft, silk shorts, holding his erection. "You'll be fast. I know. Fucking me makes you cum fast- the first time."

I push his shorts down and hook them under his balls. I let go and hop up on one of the stools, hold my legs open. Dad glances at the door, then at my wet and open vagina.

"I can't resist you."

He moves in, and I wrap my legs around him. The head of his magnificent cock parts my sex. We both gasp as he fills me.

"So, good," he sighs as I feel the head hit my cervix.

My lips brush his as I whisper, "Fast, Dad."

Dad's ramming me, and it's making the stool squeak across the floor. We stop, and I get on the island. Dad holds my legs and goes back to fucking me. I'm working my Kegels to get him to cum. I'm on my third climax. His hands are on my tits, pinching my nipples. He's driving me nuts.

I see it in his eyes, and I whisper, "Cum in me, now."

His eyes roll back. He rams hard and holds, and I can feel his penis swell inside me; I visualize his cock spurting, filling me.

A door opens upstairs, and I leap off the island while Dad pulls his shorts back up. I grab my tee shirt and bolt for the powder room.

I stick my head out. Dad's smiling. "All clear."

I step back out, and we hug and share a kiss. "Dad, I have to get to work. Let me know about the advance. I have a plan."

Dad presses me away and looks into my eyes. "A plan? Am I going to like this?"

I gently hold his cock through the silk. "If that advance comes through, find us a place and pack. I'm ready to go."

I feel him growing. His hands capture my breasts. "That's your plan? Just leave?"

I step back and admire the bulge in his shorts. "Oh, hell no, but when it happens, just roll with it."

July 16, 1:02 PM

It's one in the afternoon; work is swamped. I step into the bathroom to check my phone messages.

The advance is in the bank.

I stare at the number. That's a lot of zeros. There's another message.

What is your plan? Are we just walking out?

I smile. I've been thinking about this since the day Faith bitched about that national company sending somebody out with her. I've got the power, and I'm going to enjoy it.

We're walking, but first, we all need to talk.

He's right back.

Why do I think it's gonna be more than talk?

Just go with it, Dad. You're gonna like it.

My boss is knockeing; they need me.

July 16, 4:44 PM

Faith's not home when I get there. I go up, shower, then put on a thong and a long tee shirt. I get my tablet, go back downstairs, and link it to the big flat screen in the living room. Dad's office door is closed. I text him.

May I come in?

Please

I slip in and close the door. He's up out of his chair, and we meet in the middle. His arms wrap around me, and his hands cradle my ass. I can feel his cock getting harder as our mouths meet, and I grind my hips into his as our tongues dance in each other's mouths. Dad pulls back.

"We can't," he whispers into my ear. "She may be home any minute."

I slip down to my knees, my fingers working the fly of his shorts. "Then you better cum fast."

"Pixie, no. Pixie-oh fuck!"

I grip the base with my hand as I run my tongue over my lips and touch the head of his erection, letting my saliva wet the tip. His hands move to my head, holding me as I press forward, taking him into my mouth, not stopping until I can't take any more. Dad is gasping.

I have him deep in my mouth for the second time. Blowing a guy is total power. You control his orgasm. You give the joy.

"Oh, Pixie," he moans as I sweep the underside of his cock with my tongue. I look up, and our eyes meet as I back off and then take him in again.

"You are so beautiful," he says as he caresses my hair.

I'm loving this feeling, but I want my reward, and we don't have a lot of time. I hold his sack and extend a finger back.

"Oh, baby. Not that." Dad moans as my finger finds his ring, and I press against it while sucking him faster. He's panting, clutching my hair.

I feel his penis swell in my mouth. His muscles clench, and the first burst of cum bounces off the back of my mouth. The second bathes my tongue, and I pull off him and let the third splash against my face before I take him back into my mouth to gently caress his satisfied cock.

He taps my head. I release him and stand. He points to my face. "You like that?"

I shrug. "Never tried it. Maybe."

Dad hands me a couple of tissues, and I clean my face as his hand slips up my leg. He cups my sex with his hand.

"Panties? I had to check. You're very wet, young lady."

"It's a thong, and that is how I am any time I'm around you. I want to lie on your desk and have you fuck me."

Dad smiles and pulls his hand back. "No time."

We hear her come into the house, and Dad puts his soft cock back into his shorts.

"Help me with dinner?" he asks.

"I'd love to," I reply.

Dad is at the door, his hand on the handle; he looks at me. "What's the plan, Pixie?"

I brush by him, my hand over his as I open the door. "Just go with it; you'll enjoy it."

July 16, 5:47 PM

Dad and I are making dinner. I've got my tablet hooked up and the rest of the stuff stashed next to the big couch. Faith's in a cranky mood. She had some old guy from the national company with her all day. I think she lost a sale, and probably a fuck. She's mad, but I can tell she's scared; good, plays right into my hands.

July 16, 6:05 PM

So, we're sitting at dinner. Dad made Chicken Cordon Bleu, and it's fantastic. Faith's on her third glass of wine and still ranting. The company guy was good-looking but older than her and corrected her in front of the client twice. She's scared shitless. I shove food in my mouth to cover my smile. I tell her it'll pass and that she's a great provider, laying it on. Dad stares at me, and when Faith's not looking, I pinch my nipple for him. He blushes; how cute.

Dad and I are cleaning the kitchen. I told Faith to go get comfortable; I have a cool movie for us. She's on glass number five and half-looped. She just left to get changed, I guess.

"Pixie, what are you doing?"

"You'll see," I say as I dry the big frying pan, "and you'll like it. Trust me."

Dad looks at the kitchen door and slides his hand up my leg as I turn so he can palm my pussy.

"You're making me wet, Father," I say as I grasp his erection through his athletic shorts. "No briefs? Naughty Daddy."

Faith's back. She showered and put on a long nightshirt. She drops into the big sectional at the opposite end from Dad. I'm standing next to the huge ottoman, holding my tablet.

"So, Mom, I found a really great show for us tonight," I say as I tap the screen of my tablet.

The 72-inch flat screen comes on. I've been working on this for days. There's four videos, each filling one-quarter of the screen: upper left, Faith fucking the office guy in the mall garage. Upper right, Faith sucking the black dude's cock. Lower right, Faith getting fucked in the ass by that young guy. Lower left, Faith sucking off the electrician. In the middle, a fifth one of Faith on her knees, licking Mary's shaved pussy.

Dad's eyes are like an owl's. He looks at the screen and then at me. I just smile. Faith is sitting there, her mouth open, just staring.

"So, Mother," I say, forcing her to look at me while the videos, with sound, are running, "what would happen if your new bosses saw these videos?"

"You can't. Please." Faith starts crying. "I'll get fired. This shit will be on the net, and I'll never sell another house for anyone. Please, Pixie. I haven't been a good Mom, but I did it for us, for the family. Please."

I look at Dad. I can see his cock, hard, pushing up the silk of his shorts. His eyes were flicking back and forth between his wife being a slut and his daughter exacting revenge.

"I'm only eighteen, Mother, and I'm curious." I ignore all that 'for the family' shit. "I read somewhere that women lick pussy better than men. Is that true?"

Faith's looking at the floor, not answering.

"Mother, these vids and four more are on a geek stick in a stamped envelope."

"Mary is very satisfying," she whispers.

"Better than Dad?"

"Yes," she whispers.

"Come here, Mother," I say as I stand up. She stands in front of me and glances at Dad. He's still watching Faith on the screen and rubbing his cock through the shorts. Now he senses the change, and he's watching us, his expression neutral.

"I want to find out," I say, seeing Dad's astonished face. "Take my clothes off."

"Pixie, no, that's wrong," she says. "Your father is right there."

I lean down and move my tablet so that she can see the report under it. Her head jerks up, and her eyes are wide. She looks at me in a panic and then shoots her eyes to look at Dad.

"He doesn't know that I know," I whisper. "Do it, Mother. Remember that envelope."

Faith reaches with shaking hands and grasps the hem of my tee shirt, pulling it up slowly, looking at me. I raise my arms so she can slip it off. As it flutters to the floor, I whisper, "It won't be anything he hasn't already seen."

"What?" Her mouth falls open, and her eyes nearly bug out of her head. "You-- and your father?"

"Touch them, Mother," I say. "You know you want to."

I've never had a woman touch me. Faith's hands are soft, and she knows just how to caress my small breasts. My nipples are so hard, it hurts.

"Suck my nipple, Mother."

Her lips are wet and warm, and as she captures my nipple, I climax, a small one, but my first with a woman. Her right hand still caresses my left breast, and her left hand is on my hip, her finger slipping under the waistband of my thong. I look over, and Dad is naked and masturbating slowly.

"Would you like to lick my pussy?" I whisper as I run my hands through her hair. "I want you to be my first."

"Yes, please," Faith whispers as she pulls her mouth off my nipple, and our eyes meet.

"Take off my thong."

Faith kneels. Her long fingers catch the waistband. She slowly slides my thong down my legs. Dad has stopped stroking; he's just watching.

"Look next to the couch," I say to him as I step out of my panties. "Kiss my pussy, mother."

My mother leans forward, and I feel her lips press into my pubic hair. Her nipples are rigid, her hands on the front of my thighs.

"Just a kiss," I say as I feel the tip of her tongue. "No tongue. Not yet."

I look over at Dad. He has such a wicked look on his face as he slathers lube on his cock. The towel I left is draped over his shoulder. On the TV, Faith's still fucking and sucking. This is un-fucking real. I sit on the ottoman and lie back, pulling my legs up.

"Lick my pussy, mother," I say as I watch her move closer. "Make me cum with your mouth."

My mother was right; women do lick pussy better. I grab her hair and pull her in, shoving my hips up as I climax on her face. Wow, this feels good. Faith is loving it. She is worshiping my pussy with her mouth. I see Dad move behind her, and I nod my head. Dad lifts Faith's tee shirt. No panties- what a surprise. Faith takes her mouth off my pussy.

"Oh, good," she sighs. "I really need a fuck." Then her face changes as she feels Dad's hand spreading the lube on her asshole. "No Sam! Not there. You're too big!"

"Gotta pay for what you've done, mother," I say as I grab her head and shove it between my legs. "Lick your daughter while your husband fucks your ass."

"I've never done this," Dad says, looking at me as he runs his cock up and down her ass and then settles the head at her back door. "I'm gonna enjoy it."

"Sam, please, go slow," Faith whimpers as I cum on her face again. I'm mad; I forgot to record this.

I watch Dad's face. He's pushing, and Faith has stopped licking me. I can see she's pushing back. Not her first time. She picks her head up and looks at me. She bites her lip.

"He's in, isn't he?" I ask, stroking her hair.

"Yes," Faith says as she grimaces. "He's so fucking big."

"He's not that big, Mother, a little above average. You'll adjust."

Faith's hands clench the tops of my thighs, and I look over her at Dad. He's slipping in slowly, giving her time. I'm not sure I would have.

"She's tight," he says, smiling. "Shoulda done this years ago."

"So, big," she moans out. "Oh fuck!" Then, suddenly, things change. "More, Sam. Give me more."

I look at Dad, my mouth open in surprise. He just grins and gives Faith the last few inches. She looks up at me, her face a mask of lust.

"Fuck me, Sam," she moans. "Fuck my nasty, cheating ass."

Dad has his hands clamped on Faiths's hips as he slowly fucks her ass. She's looking at me, drooling.

"Good, so good," she moans as she moves closer to my pussy. "Cum for Mommy, baby."

"I'm not gonna last, Pixie," Dad says. He's sweating. "She's so fuckin' tight."

Dad's ramming her ass, and she's just lying there, taking it and moaning. I see it in his face. He clenches his hands on her hips, rams hard, and holds, his eyes rolling back and his hips flexing. I picture his cock, deep up my mother's ass, spurting, over and over.

Dad pulls back, and I giggle at the suction sound as his cock pulls out of her ass. I put my hands on her shoulders and roll my mother off me. She slides to the floor, throwing her legs open. Her face is shiny with my juice, and her asshole is still gaping.

"Somebody, please," she moans. "I need to CUM!"

Dad is wiping himself down with the towel and the cleansing wipes. I take the tablet and the burner phone and drop them next to her as Dad drops the towel on her. "We're outta here, Mother."

Naked, Dad and I walk to the front door and out of the house, ignoring her screams.

July 16, 11:11 PM

We're on the interstate, headed southeast.

"Pixie, we need to stop and put clothes on," Dad says as he pulls off into the rest area. "I can't believe you did that."

It's nighttime. Dad pulls into the back of the lot. He reaches behind him to get the clothes he stashed there. I hold his arm. "Hey, no hurry."

"Here?" he asks, looking around. "Really?"

His cock is hard. I climb over him and position myself. He caresses my back. "Pixie, you're the best thing that came out of your father making a really bad decision."

I feel the head of his cock at my entrance. I take the report off the seat, flick on the reading light, and hold it across my breasts as I move and feel him fill me. "That's what you get for getting your sister pregnant."