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Travelingman · Site Admin Joined: 23 Jun 2006 Posts: 1327 Location: USA

At the request of a member of the site I am reposting this story for your reading pleasure. But it is very VERY long, so be prepared to read for a few days LOL.

Hi everyone, I'm posting this story with the permission of the author. It does contain an underage young lady and her dad, so if incest or stories about a 13 year old having sex is not your cup of tea don't read it. Also REMEMBER this is Fiction and not real life, it in no way should be considered acceptance of sex between an underage boy or girl with an adult "consensual or not"!

A bit of an introduction: This story is based on a series of 3D postings by an incredible computer artist Steve Strange, it not only includes the original story but continues it for a number of years. It is a very long story with many chapters, so this is going to take awhile to load, and read as well . I don't recommend trying to read it all in one day, but if you do have a lot of coffee handy. OK, here goes.

SteveStrange is the illustrator for those that did not knew.

Travelingman · Site Admin Joined: 23 Jun 2006 Posts: 1327 Location: USA

Chapter 1 - A Young Girl's Dream

Thirteen year old Amanda was alone in her room. It was Friday night and
all of her friends were out on dates. She wasn't because she didn't have
a boyfriend. She wished she had a boyfriend, someone that could take her
out, take her to the movies and maybe even hold her hands or even
better, kiss her. She was dying for someone to ask her out, anyone.

Unfortunately even if that miracle occurred her mother wouldn't let her
go out. She was too young, her mother had told her repeatedly. When she
was fifteen she could go on dates. But that was almost two years away.
She'd be an old woman by then.

If only she could go on a date with out her mother going crazy. If she
could at least taste what it was like to go to the movies with some
handsome guy, to hold his hand, perhaps even to get a kiss. She was
missing so much that her friends were getting to do.

As she knelt on her bed she dreamed about her date. A tall, handsome man
would take her to the movies. They'd sit in the dark theater and hold
each other. After the show they'd go someplace and kiss. It was a dream
but one she so desperately wanted to make happen. But she couldn't think
of any boy her mom would let her go out with. With out a guy it wasn't a
date.

Then she saw the picture of her father on her night stand. He certainly
was handsome. If she could find a man like dad to take her out she'd be
so happy.

'Maybe I could ask dad to take me out,' she thought. 'It wouldn't be the
same as going with a "real" boyfriend but at least it would be a date.
My friends always say he's cute, so why not? I'll ask him tomorrow.'

All the next day Amanda tried to think of a way to ask her dad to take
her out. Everything she thought of sounded so childish and she didn't
want this to be a childish date. She wanted it to be as close to a real
date as it could be. As close as it could be with her dad taking her
out.

Just before bedtime, Amanda heard her dad come upstairs. She knew her
mom would be watching the television for at least another hour. This washer best chance. She knocked on her parent's bedroom door.

John had just pushed his jeans down when he heard his daughter knock. He
pulled them back up and said, "Come in."

"Ah, dad..."

"What is it, sweetie?"

"Dad," she started and then took a deep breath, "could we like, go see a
move on Saturday? Just you and me. You know, like a dad-daughter kind of
date."

"A.h, like a date huh," he chuckled at how coy is daughter was being.
She was just so damn cute. "Well, I don't know what my wife would say."

"Dad," she pouted, "Don't tease me. Just tell me if you don't want to
go."

"I'm sorry sweetie. I was just kidding. I'd be happy to go to the movies
with you, any guy would. I'll talk to mom."

Amanda was excited as she laid down in her room and thought about going
out on a date. It would be her first and she was planning on making it
perfect. She planned on buying new clothes and maybe even some
underwear. Even if her dad wouldn't know, she would feel prettier if she
had new lace thongs and a sexy new bra underneath her clothes.

As she slept Amanda dreamed of their date. When she woke she couldn't
remember all the specifics but she knew she had a great time and so did
her dad. In her dreams it was a real date.

The next day Amanda went to the mall to buy some new clothes. She found
a really cute sleeveless mini dress and some high heeled sandles. The
shoes hurt to walk in but her dad was so much taller. The almost four
inch heels would help even the difference. She only hoped her dad would
like her new clothes.

Finally she went to Victoria's Secret. She'd never been to one before.
'If mom knew she would kill me,' she thought. She knew her dad
wouldn't see the lingerie but she still wanted to buy something that she
thought her dad would like, something romantic, something that a
girlfriend would buy for a real date. Even though she knew it was a bit
silly, she wanted to look good for her date with her dad and she hoped
it would feel more like a real date if she wore sexy underwear.
Timidly, she walked into the store. The assortment of bras, panties,
nighties and other things she wasn't sure of was overwhelming to Amanda.
She tried to imagine herself in some of the sexier things. There was a
white bra with cups that wouldn't even cover her nipples and a matching
garter belt and g-string. Amanda wished she had the courage to wear
something like that. But even if she did, she knew her breasts weren't
big enough yet. Perhaps in a few years she could buy something that
sexy.

She kept searching. Finally she found a short pink camisole top and a
matching lace thong. The top was satin and felt so good in her fingers.
She almost couldn't wait to see how they felt to wear.

Amanda counted each day until Friday. Every night she dreamt of the
date. Each morning she woke with a warm, happy feeling. She was more
excited every day.

Friday finally arrived and every hour seemed to drag on. When she could
no longer stand the anticipation, Amanda went to her room and started
getting ready.

First she took off her regular clothes and took a long bubble bath. She
had swiped some of her mom's scented bath beads because she wanted to
smell especially nice for her date.

She pulled the new clothes and underwear out from the drawer she'd hid
them in. The thong felt even stranger than she'd imagined. It pulled
into her butt. The top was just as nice and she took a moment to look at
herself in the mirror. 'Too bad dad won't see these things,' she
thought. 'I think he'd think they were very sexy.'

Amanda pulled the dress on and slipped her feet into the sandals. Again
she went to the mirror. It looked wonderful but she needed to fix her
hair and maybe wear some jewelry. She even wanted to wear makeup, but
her mom didn't let her have any yet. All she had was some pink lipstick.

She tried all kinds of different ways of fixing her hair. Finally she
brushed the sides back and pulled the front and top up and held them
with a clip. The clip had a pink bow that matched her dress.

On her dresser was the small box with her jewelry. There wasn't much in
it but she did have the pearls her grandmother had given her for her
birthday. She had never worn them. She put the earrings on and felt the
weight on her earlobes. It was strange at first but then she looked inthe mirror and saw how nice they looked with her dress. The necklace was
pretty short but even that was perfect.

She put on her lipstick and took one final look in her mirror. Amanda
was happy with how she looked but suddenly was afraid her father
wouldn't like it. What if he told her to change? What if he scolded her
for trying to be too grown up?

It took her fifteen minutes to talk herself into leaving her room. She
knew her mom had left already. She was going to a different movie by
herself. Amanda's dad was in the master bedroom still getting dressed.

Slowly Amanda worked her way down the hall. The door to her parent's
room was slightly ajar and she could see her dad standing by closet in
his slacks. He didn't have his shirt on. She stared at his naked back.
It looked so strong and masculine. Her dad was in great shape with well
formed muscles that rippled when he moved. His daughter almost went weak
in the knees looking at him.

John noticed someone outside his room. It had to be Amanda since Jen had
already left. He turned and called to her. When she walked into the room
John was transfixed. It was his daughter but not his little girl. The
woman that was standing five feet from him was the sexiest thing he'd
ever seen. He was getting turned on just looking at her.

Amanda saw her dad staring at her and all her fears started to multiply.
He was going to tell her to change, she knew it. He didn't even have
words to describe how mad he was.

"My God," he started. "Sweetie, if mom knew I was taking you out in that
dress she would kill me."

"I... I'm sorry dad," she almost cried. "I just wanted to look good for
you. I can change back into something else."

Amanda started to turn away. John knew he should tell her to change but
he didn't want her to. There was something strange going on here. This
was not what he'd expected when he agreed to take Amanda to the movies.
As her father he should let her go but as her date he wanted her to wear
that sexy pink dress.

"Sweetie," he said, stopping her. "You don't have to change." Amanda
turned and smiled shyly.

John almost lost it. He started babbling like he did when he was a teen."I mean... mom's not at home so she doesn't have to know..." Then he
started to feel a new confidence. He knew how important this night was
to Amanda. It would be a special night for him and his daughter,
something they would remember for the rest of their lives.

"And more importantly, I feel honored that you dressed up for a simple
movie date with your old dad."

'Yes! He liked it' Amanda thought. She felt a bit shy as she stood in
front of her dad. She couldn't help thinking about the lace thongs she
was wearing. Would her dad like them too, if he knew?

John had been searching for a shirt to wear when Amanda came in.
Normally he would have worn a nice oxford or at least a one of his
better polo shirts. But he was feeling younger and hipper than he had in
a long time. He pulled a simple white t-shirt out of his dresser and put
it on. He tucked the shirt into his pants and escorted his sexy
daughter-date to the car.

Travelingman · Site Admin Joined: 23 Jun 2006 Posts: 1327 Location: USA

Chapter 2 - At the Movies

Neither John nor Amanda remembered much of the movie they went to see.
For him it was almost two hours of conflicted emotions. He felt so
alive, so young, so virile. He almost became aroused numerous times.
Amanda was just so damn sexy. Even though he was her father he was still
a man and he couldn't help but responded to her beauty and the incipient
eroticism of their date.

At the same time he was her father and he kept trying to tell himself to
stay in control. He was even angry with himself. He shouldn't react this
way to Amanda. Sure, things with Jen weren't great but even if Amanda
wasn't his daughter he was married. And even if he wasn't married,
Amanda was a child. She was barely thirteen.

Amanda had no such conflict. She didn't know what was happening. She had
never been out on a date and had never had a man focus all his attention
on her before. It was making her young head spin. With out conscious
thought, Amanda kissed her dad on his chest as she put her arms around
him.

John almost jumped when he felt his daughter's lips on his chest. When
her arms wrapped around him he responded instinctively by putting his
arms around her. It was an instinct he knew he shouldn't have had. He
also knew he should let go, even push her away gently. He couldn't. It
felt so good to have her in his arms.

Amanda's heart was pounding like never before. She could feel the
warmth of his breath in her hair. She felt his strong shoulders. She
could smell his cologne. His hand was just inches from her thong. She
melted into him.

This was her dream come true. She didn't care that it was her dad who
took her out, actually she was kind of happy it was him. No boy in
school was this good looking or this well built. No one else's arms
would feel this good. All her friends would be jealous if they knew.

Two young twenty-something were a few seats away. John caught a glance
of them looking at him and Amanda. 'I haven't had a date for a year,'
the one whispered to the other, 'and that little schoolgirl has that
guy. It's not fair.'

'God, she can't be more than fourteen or fifteen,' replied her friend.
'I mean the guy looks like he's thirty for christ's sake.'
In the quiet of the theater John could hear what they said. Part of him
knew he should be embarrassed. But the only thought he had was that they
thought he was thirty. He felt that way, but he'd passed that milestone
a long time ago. He sure didn't feel forty one tonight.

The movie ended much too soon for John and Amanda. They didn't want to
end the wonderful something that was going on. They were the last ones
to leave the auditorium.

When they got to the lobby, Amanda and her dad stopped and looked at
each other. They both knew they didn't want the date to stop so soon.

Amanda started babbling. "Dad, I'll do anything, just don't take me home
yet, please! Can't we go somewhere instead? Just you and me. Mom doesn't
have to know."

John was feeling the same way. As his daughter rambled on he was
thinking, 'Oh god, I really shouldn't do this. She's just a kid, and...
and still, she's the sexiest date I've ever had. I even think the guys
at work would be a bit jealous if they saw me with her.'

Amanda was still going on. John put a finger to her lips. Something
clicked on inside Amanda when she felt her dad's finger she closed her
lips around it, sucking it into her mouth like a lollipop. That was when
John realized something serious was happening between them.

He rushed them out of the theater and onto the sidewalk. His passion had
finally overcome his reason. He couldn't hold back anymore. John pulled
his daughter into his arms and said, "Sweetie, I want to spend the night
with you alone, just you and me."

Amanda's heart stopped. She didn't know what was happening, but it felt
like she was being swept into a fast moving river. It was very scary but
also very exciting. "I'd like that, dad," she replied, "very much."

Even though he was still nervous, John just knew he had to feel her lips
against his. He didn't care that she was his daughter, or for that
matter just thirteen years old. He had to kiss her, now or never.

Amanda felt her dad's lips brush against hers. This was unlike any kiss
she'd ever felt before. There were sparks of emotion exploding in her
head. What had been a fun night had suddenly become serious in a way she
didn't understand. Her father was not acting like a father, she knew
that. She realized that he was acting like a real boyfriend. The night
had magically become a real date.
John held Amanda tighter and tasted her sweet lips. He opened his lips a
fraction and ran his tongue across her lips. Amanda slowly responded and
he gently let his tongue glide into her mouth. He touched her tongue and
after a second of confusion she was kissing him back. He knew then that
he had to have her. He had to make love to her or die.

Across the street was a hotel. John had been to a few parties there and
knew it was a fancy place. It was perfect for what he was going to do.
He walked into the lobby with Amanda on his arm.

At the desk he suddenly realized how this would look to everyone else.
He needed to come up with a cover story. He did the best he could.

"Uh, hi, we need a room for the evening," he started and saw the
astonished faces on the people across the desk.

"Do you have reservations?" a thirty something clerk asked.

"Ah, no," John said, trying to think of something. "You see, it's like
this, ah, my daughter and I were at the movies and I guess I locked my
keys in the car. My, ah, wife is out, out of town and won't be back
until tomorrow morning. We, ah, I mean, I thought we'd just stay here
until she can come with the spare keys tomorrow."

"Well, we're pretty booked up, sir," the suspicious woman said. "Let me
look at what we have available."

"I'll take any room," he said and then as he looked at his daughter.
'God, she's sexy,' he thought. He knew just the room he wanted. "We'll
even take the honeymoon suite." He laughed as he said it but he wasn't
sure he was fooling anyone.

The woman shook her head. 'It's not up to me to judge. He does look like
he could be her father. Oh, well, it's their lives.'

"Well, that room is available," she told him, "for $545 per night."

"We'll take it," John told her with much too much enthusiasm. He handed
over his credit card and filled out the registration.

Amanda was really excited about staying at a hotel alone with her dad.
It felt like she was her daddy's girlfriend, especially when she heard
him ask for the honeymoon suite.
"Come on dad, hurry," she said getting impatient. "I want to see our
room."

As they walked hand in hand to the elevator everyone in the lobby was
thinking they were almost behaving like a real couple.

As they rode the elevator, John kissed his daughter again. This time she
didn't hesitate. She kissed him back and he had the joy of feeling her
soft tongue gliding over his lips. She tasted so fresh and sweet. He
smiled at how he'd always called her sweetie and now he was finding out
exactly how sweet she really was.

John was suddenly nervous when they got to the room. Amanda stood there,
not sure what was going to happen next. Her father looked at her and
tried to think of her as his daughter. That didn't work so he tried to
think of her as an innocent thirteen year old child. That didn't work
either. All he could think of her as was the sexiest date he'd ever had.

He held her in his arms. Amanda's arms were about his waist. Her head
was buried in his chest. He knew he should stop but he couldn't. He was
almost hypnotized as he watched his hand reach up to her shoulder and
push the thin strap aside.

Amanda looked into her dad's eyes. She didn't know what was happening
but it felt so good to be with him she wasn't going to stop him. When he
pushed her other strap off her dress started to fall. He pulled it down
with his strong hands and revealed the sexiest underwear he had ever
seen on a woman. His hesitation ended. He almost wanted to go home and
divorce Jen right there and then. How could he return to her after this,
he thought?

Amanda watched as her dad pulled his shirt off. Her lips were trembling
as he unbuckled his belt and pushed his slacks down. He kicked his
loafers off and pulled his pants off and took off his socks. He stood
in front of her in nothing but his underwear. He manhood was now fully
erect and quite obvious.

"You're just the cutest girl I've ever held in arms, sweetie," he sad as
he held her again. Now he could feel her naked skin. Amanda reached
behind him and held the top of his leg. Her hand on that more intimate
spot was burning away his doubts. "And...I don't know about you, but I'm
really happy we had this date."

"I'm happy too, daddy," she said as he kissed her forehead. And she was
happy. Happier than she'd ever been. She wasn't sure what was happening.It was nothing like what she'd dreamed and yet it was. It was better and
it had the same feelings as her dreams. She would do anything her father
asked her just to keep this wonderful date from ending.

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Chapter 3 - Going to the Next Level

Both Amanda and her dad were a bit scared to push their relationship to
the next level. John knew what that meant. Amanda did not. She only knew
that the feelings she'd dreamed of were coming to pass. Her fear was the
fear of the unknown. She didn't know what to expect. John knew what was
happening. He was afraid that it would ruin his life, and possibly ruin
Amanda's. It certainly would damage his marriage.

John couldn't resist kissing Amanda again. He pulled her tight. His lips
met hers and at that instant the last of his inhibitions blew away.
Amanda felt it too. She surrendered completely to her father. It was
like she was riding a magic carpet. At that moment the rest of the world
didn't matter to either of them. They existed just for each other.

Amanda put her arms around his neck as he picked her up in his strong
arms. One hand held her back while the other slipped under her thong and
held her by her butt cheek. She felt nervous. Her heart beat like a drum
as she realized what she and her dad were about to do.

John carried Amanda to the bed. He gently, tenderly laid her in the
middle and then took a second to shed his underwear. When he joined her
on the bed he was no longer thinking about what would happen because of
this night. He only knew he needed to make love to Amanda.

Before he removed the last of her clothes, John started kissing her. He
kissed her hands and her cheeks, her shoulders and even her feet.
Finally he pulled her thong panties off.

Amanda looked at her dad. 'He really loves me,' she thought. The way he
looked her in the eyes and how he touched her, tenderly, caringly. 'I
almost wish dad would break up with mom.'

Amanda looked at her dad's strong chest and his tight stomach. He was
the most handsome man she'd ever seen. Then her eyes were drawn down.
Sticking out from between his legs was his, his... his thing. It was
huge! She was fascinated by it. She reached out and touched the tip.

"It's... so... hard, daddy," she said slowly as she put her small hand
around the thing.

"Ohh," John groaned, "sweetie, that feels so, uhh, good." John almost
came just from her touch. He was harder than he could ever remember
being. His cock was sticking almost straight up. With his little girl's
tiny hand around the shaft it looked gigantic.
Amanda knew that she and her dad had long ago crossed the line for a
father/daughter date, but it wasn't until she reached out and touched
her dad's dick that it sunk into her. She was going to have real, grown
up sex with her own dad. She was scared and excited at the same time.
She had no idea what to expect but she trusted her dad completely.

Amanda's excitement was mixed with her youthful curiosity. She played
with her dad's cock, touching it, running her fingers over the head and
down towards the balls.

"Oh sweetie," John moaned the first time her fingers touched his balls.
"Oh how I wish tonight would never end. I wish I wasn't married. I wish
you and I..."

Amanda was too inexperience to know if she was doing the right thing,
but she had to be doing something right. Her dad obviously seemed to
like it. He kept telling her he loved her, over and over. She loved him
too and that must be what this is all about. It was all about love, she
figured and she loved her daddy more than anyone in the world.

John knew he wouldn't last long under his daughter's touch. He had an
undeniable physical need. He softly pulled her top off, exposing her
budding breasts and then pushed her gently down onto the pillows. He
knelt between her legs and lined his hard cock up at the entrance to her
virgin pussy.

"I really want to do this with you sweetie, you know?" he told his
daughter as his cock head made its first contact with her flesh.

"I know, dad," she assured him. "I want it too, so much."

And so, slowly, gently, Amanda's dad did the unthinkable. He started
fucking his little girl.

Amanda was surprisingly wet and his cock head slipped into her with only
a modest amount of pushing. John paused and let her and him get used to
the presence of his cock at the entrance of her pussy. Then he slowly
started pushing again. He felt her hymen but it didn't stop him. He
pushed right through it. Amanda winced for a second but her eyes opened
and she smiled. He kept pushing until he was completely buried in her.

Amanda looked between her legs as her dad, in slow and rhythmic movements
started making real love to her. He had finally pushed himself all the
way inside and stopped there for a while.
"Oh God, sweetie," he moaned, "I can't believe how good it feels to be
inside you."

"Oh yes daddy," she moaned back. "That feels so good, ooh, don't stop,"
she begged. "Ooh, yes, please don't stop."

Amanda had never felt this good in her entire life and although it still
hurt a bit, the feeling of love and lust for her dad was far more
powerful. She wanted this more than anything in the world.

John also looked between his daughter's legs and was amazed to see that
his cock was almost completely buried in her tiny body. If it had
started to poke out of her mouth he wouldn't have been surprised. He
supported himself on his knees and hands and started making small,
gentle thrusts into her. He could feel Amanda's pussy walls relax just
a bit. It was still incredibly tight but he could move a little easier
now. He pulled almost all the way back out.

"God you're tight, sweetie," he said, concerned about hurting his little
girl. "Are you sure you're okay?"

Amanda put her hands on his ass and pulled him deeper into her. "Dad,
I'm okay," she assured him. "It feels good to have you inside me." And
it did. Every second it felt better. She wanted him all the way inside.

As John gently pushed his hard, thick cock back into her grasping
pussy Amanda gasped. She'd felt a little jolt of pleasure that was more
intense than anything before.

John saw the unmistakable expression of lust and sexual ecstacy on his
daughter's face. It was good for her too. He wasn't just using her for
his own purposes. He let himself go. He started fucking her with long,
gently strokes of his hard cock. His shaft drove into her again and
again. He pulled her legs up to her shoulders and pushed down, to get as
far inside her as he could. His cock sank the last inch and he felt her
smooth skin against his rough pubic hair.

Amanda wrapped her legs around his waist and kept pulling on his ass
with her soft hands. The feeling was almost overwhelming. He knew he
wouldn't last much longer. He was going to cum. He wondered if she'd had
her period yet.

"Oh God, baby," he cried as the full realization of what they were doing
hit him. "I think I'm going to cum. I should pull out."
"No dad," she pleaded. "Don't pull out, please?" The jolts of pleasure
had been getting stronger and more frequent. Each time he slid his thing
into her she felt them. She never wanted this to stop.

"Oh god," John moaned. He was almost at the point of no return. He knew
he had to stop. He couldn't cum inside her. She might get...

He never had time to finish his thought. He erupted inside his girl. His
legs trembled and his arms almost wouldn't bear his weight as he
released load after load inside her. It was the most amazing feeling of
his life. His daughter's little body underneath him, her hips gyrating
as he continued to push in and out of her. Sex with his wife wasn’t' even
near this good.

Amanda felt a new, warm feeling deep inside her. It ignited a fire that
spread the pleasure jolts to every part of her body. For what seemed
like forever she felt her dad's thing jerking inside her and each time
the warm feeling would grow. She knew from sex ed he was shooting his
sperm into her.

"Ohh, daddy," she said. "I feel so warm inside."

John finally pulled out of her. He held her in his arms and kissed her.
He thought of the possible consequences of what he'd done and said
"Mmmm, baby, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have cum in you. I just couldn't
help myself."

"Dad, shhh," she stopped him with a gentle kiss. "It's okay." Another
kiss, "mmmm, I didn't want you to pull out, remember?" She kissed him
again and this time they both gave up trying to make sense of it. They
just let their love run free.

Amanda knew there was a chance that her dad had just made her pregnant
but when she thought about it, she really didn't care. She just felt
proud that such a handsome man wanted her so much. She kissed him harder
to let him know how much she wanted him.

They stayed like that for a long time, reluctant to see this magical
night come to an end. John and Amanda rolled back in forth in each
other's arms. That was how John noticed that his daughter's pussy was
leaking a large amount of his cum mixed with her pussy juices and a tiny
amount of blood.

John used a Kleenex to wipe off the cum that was oozing out of her. Healmost couldn't believe that he had actually fucked his own daughter. He
felt bad. She was just a kid. Cute, sure! But still a kid. A seventh
grade schoolgirl and he had led her on, flattered by her attention, the
sexy clothes, her scent.

"Dad," Amanda asked as her dad cleaned her up. "Can't we stay here all
night? I... I love it, dad, and... Maybe we could, like, do it again."

Now that he had satisfied his physical needs, John was more in control
of his feelings. He was ashamed and scared. How would he explain this to
Jen. If she ever found out what happened she'd kill him and no one would
blame her.

He still felt attracted to Amanda in the worst way and being in this
room with her, both of them naked, was too tempting. They had to leave
for more reasons that he could explain to her.

"Sweetie," he explained, "we can't. We should be getting home. I'm sure
mom's already wondering where we are. The movie finished a long time
ago."

Travelingman · Site Admin Joined: 23 Jun 2006 Posts: 1327 Location: USA

Chapter 4 - Aftermath

When John and Amanda got home the house was dark. John hoped Jen had
given up on waiting for them and had gone to bed. That would make things
much simpler. He parked the car and opened Amanda's door. She hugged him
and he kissed her. He hadn't planned to do that. It was just that he
needed to feel her lips again so he'd have the strength to face his
wife, if he had to.

As they walked into the kitchen from the garage, Jen came in from the
dining room. She was in her white night gown, the one she wore when she
wanted to have sex. That only would make matters worse.

Jen had waited up until almost midnight. Each hour she got madder and
madder. She had seen a very romantic movie and it had gotten her 'in the
mood'. By the time John got home with Amanda she was ready to bite his
head off. And that was before she saw what her daughter had worn.

Amanda looked like a slut. Her dress was so short you could see the tops
of her stockings. It was no dress for a thirteen year old. She and John
constantly fought over what Amanda wore but this was much worse than
anything they'd argued about before. She tore into John before he even
said a word.

"Calm down, honey!" he pleaded when Jen let him get a word in. "She just
wanted to look nice, for christ sake."

"John," she lectured him, "you know girls this age. They don't know what
they want."

John knew differently. After tonight he knew his Amanda was no baby but
Jen couldn't allow herself to see how grown up their daughter had
become.

"Come on, Jen," he argued. "She not a little kid anymore..." She was a
woman now, thanks to him.

"She's thirteen years old, John, not twenty" Jen added in her most
exasperated tone of voice. "I can't believe you let her wear those
clothes. She looks like..." Jen was about to say a whore but she
couldn't bring herself to say that with Amanda standing there. Instead
she concluded "well, just too old for her age."

The more he argued with his wife the less guilty John felt for cheating
on her. Jen had grown more shrill and combative as the years went on. Ithad grated on his affection for her and never more so than right then.

"What's wrong with that, Jen?" he shot back. "Why are you acting like
this?"

That launched Jen into another tirade about how John was irresponsible
and that Amanda was at an impressionable age. Amanda was quiet
throughout the heated exchanged. Her dad still had his hand on her
shoulder and the contact kept fresh the memories of their love making.

She felt a bit awkward looking at her mom so soon after having sex with
her dad. She felt like a traitor. After all, she hadn't tried to stop
him. She let it happen. She was the reason dad was cheating on mom. She
also knew she wanted to have sex with him again. That made her feel
worse but also more excited.

John sent Amanda to her room with a soft word and a gentle squeeze of
her shoulder. He didn't want her to be a witness to the ugly scene
unfolding between her parents. When their daughter was gone, John and
Jen moved the fight to their bedroom.

John went into the bathroom and Jen followed him. He sighed as he
stripped his clothes. His wife was always like this. Always fast to pass
judgement. Always ready to explode about something. As he got undressed
he remembered how he'd undressed in front of Amanda earlier. It had felt
so exciting then. Now it was just a chore. A routine part of getting
ready for bed.

John also didn't feel like fighting back. Normally he'd be yelling as
loudly as Jen but not tonight. He wasn't sure what was different. Was it
because he was so sexually satisfied that nothing could upset him that
much? Was it because he no longer really cared what Jen thought? Was it
both reasons?

When she realized she wasn't going to get a reaction out of her husband,
Jen changed tactics. She tried to reason with him.

"Hey, come on John," she said in a much softer voice. "I think it's
great you want to spend time with Amanda. She really needs it too but,
please, she's your daughter, not your date!"

"Jen," he added in his usual calm tone, "for the last time. Amanda is
growing up. We can't control everything she does or wears."

"John, I'm just asking you, don't encourage her. She's just a kid. Shelooks up to you, adores you. What you say and think is so important to
her. Don't you see that?"

"Jesus, honey, can't I even tell her she's pretty now?

"Of course you can," Jen told him, starting to feel she'd overblown the
evening's events. "It's just that, well, just be careful with her,
that's all."

"You know I am, Jen."

As he brushed his teeth, John remembered what he had told Amanda, "I wish
I wasn't married, sweetie." Now that felt more true than ever. He
thought about Amanda. He wanted to go to her room.

"I'm going to check on Amanda," he told his wife when he came out of the
bathroom. Jen was already in bed and just grunted as he walked out.

Her room was dark when he knocked lightly on her door. He was afraid
she'd already gone to sleep. He wanted to talk to her to make sure she
was alright. He called out quietly, "Amanda, it's me. Can I come in?"

"Yes, dad, I'd like that," he heard her soft, sweet voice say. He opened
the door and found her kneeling on her bed, naked. The sound of her
voice and the sight of her beautiful body were like a salve on his
irritated nerves. He knelt at the side of her bed and put his hands on
her hips. She put hers on his shoulders and they stared into each
other's eyes.

"I'm sorry it ended like this tonight, sweetie," he told her. "I just
want you to know I'd be proud to date you any time you want, baby. I
don't care what mom says!"

"It's okay dad," she said. "I know mom."

They both laughed. "That's my girl!" he said.

"Dad," she started tentatively, voicing a concern she'd had since they
left the hotel. "Can we still date? I mean, won't mom explode again if
we do? And I don't want to stop, dad. I want to go out with you again."

They both knew what she meant. She didn't just want to go out she wanted
to have sex again. She wanted to feel her dad inside her and feel his
warm stuff fill her up again. She wanted to taste his sweet kisses.
John smiled. He wanted to feel her pussy on his cock too. He wanted to
kiss her and make love to her. He knew this one night with her would
only make him want her more and more.

"Sweetie, don't worry. I love you. I'll go out with you anytime you
want. And don't worry about mom. I'll handle her."

"Okay dad," she said, satisfied. "I love you."

John kissed her. It could have led to more but they both knew they
weren't alone. John and Amanda talked for ten more minutes and when John
left they had already decided that they would go to the mall the next
day to look at some new clothes for next Friday's date.

Amanda laid in her bed and recalled every time she'd touched her dad
that night. She especially recalled their time in the hotel room. She
was still a little sore between her legs but it was a good sore. She
couldn't wait until she had him inside her again.

As she laid there she started to rub herself. It felt almost as good as
when her dad touched her there. She also started to get wet again. She
rubbed harder and faster and started to feel the little jolts of
pleasure again. That made it easier to remember what she and her dad had
done and she could almost feel him in bed with her.

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Chapter 5 - At the Mall

John didn't tell his wife what he planned to do with Amanda that
afternoon until they were ready to leave. She was already a little
upset. John had spent almost the entire morning with Amanda. She'd sat
on a stool in the garage while he tinkered on his car. He'd played video
games with her in the den. They'd even fixed ice cream sundaes for lunch
and ate out on the patio. Jen had hardly seen either one with out the
other since she got up.

"You're gonna go shopping with Amanda?" she asked John. He had just told
her and was standing in the family room holding his daughter's hand. "At
the mall?" Her voice was starting to get an edge to it. After all, John
never took her to the mall. She really didn't want to admit it, but she
realized she was actually jealous of Amanda. She didn't want John to
know that. Somehow that would make it worse.

"Jen, please!" he sighed, "Let's not fight about this too."

"No," she forced herself to say. "It's just that," Jen tried to think of
something to say. "Well, no, it's great that you spend time with
Amanda."

John hadn't expected that response. "You sure?" he asked. "You sound a
bit... annoyed."

Jen was annoyed and even more annoyed that John had seen it. She forced
a smile and told him, "It's okay, John. Really. You two have fun!" She
even tried to convince herself it was a good thing.

Amanda was almost giddy as she rode to the mall with her dad. He'd given
her a quick kiss in the garage before they left and it had made her
almost light headed. She couldn't stop smiling. He was smiling too.

They parked and walked in, hand in hand. She was wearing the sandals
from the night before. They hurt her feet like hell but they made her
feel so sexy and her dad had commented on them when they were getting
dressed in the hotel room. Getting dressed after he made love to her.

The girl's mind was flooded once again with the images and feelings from
that wonderful time. She was hardly sore 'down there' now and was
already eager to do it again. She turned and smiled at her dad.

They went from store to store, picking out more and more sexy clothes.
John knew his wife would hate everything, but screw her. He was sureAmanda was going to look so hot in the things they'd found and he
couldn't wait to see her in them. She wanted him to see them too and she
didn't want to wait until they got home.

After they'd already been in the mall a few hours, Amanda led her dad
back to one of the big department stores, a more upscale one than most.
They looked around at the clothes and 'intimates'. Amanda selected
numerous items. She took them into a dressing room near the formal
dresses. The room was deserted. She dropped her selection in the room
and ran back out.

"Dad," she whispered. "Dad!"

John was looking at the formal gowns and trying to imagine Amanda in
each one. It was a very pleasant way to wait for her. He finally heard
her calling and turned around.

"Come here," she said.

John was worried for a moment that something was wrong but then he saw
the mischievous grin on his daughter's face. He quickly walked over to
her.

"There's no one in there," Amanda told him. "You could sneak in and I
could show you how these things look."

John knew that was very risky. There might be no one in the dressing
rooms now but that could change quickly. Even if he got in with out
being seen, they could still get caught in there or when they came out.
He was about to tell her no when she took his hand and practically
dragged him in.

John stood in the back corner of the little room. Amanda had him face
the wall while she changed. It wasn't because she was modest, they were
well past that now, it was because she wanted him to see her outfits
when she had them on.

She put on the first one, a white lace cami top with a matching skirt.
"How do I look in this, dad?" he heard her ask.

John turned around, prepared to be impressed but what he saw floored
him. "Baby!" he almost shouted. Then he went on in a softer voice, "you
look absolutely amazing! Wow! I can't believe I'm going on a date with
such a beautiful girl."
Amanda turned around and showed him the outfit from all angles. It was
almost obscene. It was a little past slutty. Jen would kill him. But he
loved it. His little girl was the hottest girl he'd ever seen.

"Can we buy it dad?" she pleaded. "Please?"

John just nodded with a grin from ear to ear.

Amanda made him turn around again as she changed into her next outfit.
Each time John was amazed. Everything looked so good on her. She had put
on a pair of white stockings with the first outfit and left them on.
They were as erotic as the clothes she kept showing him.

"How about this, dad?" he heard her say.

John started turning around the instant he heard her voice. When he
looked the world stopped.

First he saw his gorgeous daughter in a see through nightie and matching
g-string. His cock, already three quarters erect from the fashion show
got fully hard in an instant and was pushing painfully against his tight
pants.

Second he saw a young woman in a formal gown walking by. She had jerked
when Amanda said "dad" and he could feel the woman stare at him for a
short moment. He felt a bit uneasy.

The woman walked past with out making a scene but John was suddenly very
worried about their being caught. It shook him out of his fantasy for a
second.

"I don't know, sweetie," he told her. "Mom told me not to... Well, lead
you on. If she finds out, she'd, I don't know, explode!"

Amanda pouted. He'd let her get all the other things. Okay, this was a
lot sexier than the outfits she'd shown him before but she'd expected
him to be much more excited. Amanda hadn’t seen the woman that had
walked past their booth.

"But," Amanda pleaded, "Couldn't it be like a secret? Just between you
and me? Mom doesn't have to know."

"Amanda," John said, fighting to be strong, "I don't know. I'll think
about it, okay?"
Amanda started modeling the nightie for him. From the back he could see
everything. The material was so thin he could plainly see her ass
cheeks. They looked so luscious. He knew how soft they were and he
longed to touch them. His cock hadn't weakened one bit. He started to
forget the danger.

Amanda changed into a slip dress. This time her dad watched her change.
She started pulling a pair of silk bikini panties on. He couldn't help himself. He had to hold her.

"Come here, baby," he called to her. "Let me help you with the panties."

"You like them, dad?"

"Baby, I love them. Any dad would."

Amanda still didn't know what kind of effect she was having on her dad.
She was just enjoying having his arm around her waist and to feel him
pulling her panties up, an intimate act that made her feel very close to
him. She pushed back against him, wanting to feel more of his hard body.

It took a second for her to realize that his cock, he'd finally told her
what to call it, was hard. It was pressing against her back. He was
excited. That made her proud.

"You think I'm sexy?" she asked.

"Amanda, I already told you. Trust me! You look sexier than most women!"

"Are you two okay in there?" a voice from outside the booth asked.

"Yes," Amanda said. "We're fine. Thank you."

John was amazed at how grown up Amanda sounded right then. The concerned
person must have heard the clear confidence in her voice too because she
walked away with out saying anything else.

Amanda still had several more outfits. Now John was helping her change
and they were getting more and more intimate. Several times he pulled
her close and kissed her. She took every chance to rub her body against
him. She even rubbed his cock through his pants more than once.

Amanda put on the last outfit, a silk blouse and grey miniskirt. Her
father asked her to put the white stockings back on too. He was so hard,
seeing her in that, he almost creamed in his pants. Amanda started
teasing him, not really knowing what she was doing.
She got his shirt off and undid his pants. His cock was now pushing his
underwear out. Amanda wrapped her hand around it and looked lovingly at
the proof of her father's love for her.

"Sweetie," John said, feeling anxious again. "Maybe we should wait. It's
not safe..."

"Dad," she cut him off, "I could, ehh, maybe, you know, I could suck on
it." She'd heard some of the girls at school talk about doing that.

"Baby that's ehh," he started and then realized what she was offering to
do. "You mean? You want to do that? Here? Take it in your mouth?"

"I don't know, dad," she said as her hand started to rub up and down his
throbbing cock. She'd felt it jerk when she said the word 'suck'. "I
mean, I could try."

"Sweetie," he almost moaned. "Not even mom..." Jen had never given him
oral sex. It had been so long since he'd had that pleasure he couldn't
remember it.

"Dad," she said as she started pulling his underwear done. "I'm not mom,
you know?"

John smiled as she got on her knees and held his shaft in her little
hand. "I know. I just don't want to push you, that's all."

John watched as Amanda leaned her head forward and kissed the tip of his
cock. She pulled away and then kissed it again. On the third time she
opened her lips and let them slide over his cock head. He felt her
tongue start to swirl around it.

"OH GOD!" he gasped in a hoarse whisper. "Sweetie!" He took a deep breath
as Amanda started sucking and then her head started bobbing a little
bit. "That's just, uhh, amazing." She was now getting nearly a quarter
of his long, thick cock into her itsy bitsy mouth. Her lips were
spread so wide it contorted her face. "Oh, please. Don't stop."

Amanda wouldn't have stopped for anything. She was looking deep into her
father's eyes, conveying all the love she felt for him. She was so happy
she could make him feel this good. His cock tasted a little funny, kind
of salty but not bad. It wasn't gross, like some of the girls said it
would be. Actually, sucking on it was kind of fun.
"Hmmmm," she hummed with his cock deep into her mouth. She bent her head
down so she could get more into her. "Hmmmm." She was really going at it
now and John could hear slurping noises as she pulled her mouth back.

John could see she was trying to get all of it in her mouth but there
was no way it would fit. "Easy baby!" he told her. "Just take it slow."
He didn't want her to choke and he also wanted to prolong this as much
as possible.

John started to worry about what would happen when he came. It was very
likely they'd get some of his cum on the clothes. They couldn't let that
happen. John stopped his daughter by gently pushing her away.

"Daddy?" she asked.

"Take your clothes off," he whispered. "We don't want to get them dirty."

She smiled and stripped out of the outfit in seconds. John also got
undressed so he wouldn't get any cum on his own clothes. Amanda got
back on her knees. This time her dad held his cock while she put her
hands on his hips. She started sucking again.

John felt his climax starting. He didn't want to shoot in her mouth if
she wasn't prepared for that. She might not like it and that might mean
she wouldn't suck his cock again. That was a risk he didn't want to
take. He pulled out of her just as his first shot came.

"OH JESUS!" he all but yelled. "I'm sorry baby," he said as the first
shot hit her just below her eye. "I can't stop," he told her as the next
one went just below her other eye and they started dripping down her
face. "Oh sweetie," he gasped as he shot once past her ear and it
dropped onto her shoulder. "OHH!" and a shot hit her forehead. "Yess!!"
Then in her hair. Then twice more on her forehead. John was starting to
think he was never going to stop cumming.

When he was finished Amanda's face was coated in his cum. It was
dripping down off her chin and onto her flat tummy and the floor. Some
was on her lips. He watched her lick it off and then smile at him.

Like the night before, now that John had felt the relief of his orgasm
he was embarrassed and scared. He couldn't let anyone catch them like
this, naked, her covered in his sperm. He pulled his handkerchief out of
his pants and started wiping off her face.

"I love you dad," Amanda said.
"I love you too," he told her.

It took longer than John wanted to get Amanda cleaned up, wipe up the
mess on the floor and get dressed. They bought all the clothes,
including the sexy nightie, god help him if Jen ever found it and left
the store as quickly as they could.

John noticed that they hadn't been able to get all the cum out of her
hair. He felt that every person in the mall was looking at them and knew
that he'd just let his thirteen year old daughter give him a blow job.
He bought a ball cap from one of the kiosks in the mall and had her wear
it.

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Chapter 6 - Dealing with Mom

John stopped at a gas station on the way home and had Amanda wash his
cum out of her hair. He couldn't let Jen find it. When his daughter came
back and no longer had the incriminating evidence on her head he felt
his troubles were over.

They took a second before they left the gas station to sort the new
things into things he felt Jen wouldn't freak out over and the items he
knew she'd never let Amanda keep. When they got home, Amanda went in
with the 'safe' bags while John hid the more erotic, more illicit, items
in the garage.

"Oh, you're back," Jen said as Amanda walked past the sun room. She got
up from the day bed and called her daughter into the room so she could
see what she got. It was obvious that her mom wasn't happy. "What did
you buy?"

Amanda reluctantly opened one of the bags for her mother to see.

"Let's see what you got," Jen said in a mock cheerful voice. She reached
in and pulled out a jumper. It was probably a little tight for Amanda,
and it was cut to show off curves Amanda didn't have yet. Still, it was
reasonably tame.

"This looks nice," she told her daughter, holding it up. Amanda smiled,
and stuffed the clothes back in the bag and tried to leave.

"Wait," Jen commanded. Amanda froze. "Wait," her mother repeated in a
more relaxed voice. "Let's see what else you got."

She pulled out a small bag inside the bigger bag and opened it. There
was a tiny, lavender bikini in it. The top was simply two small patches
of fabric with a flower pattern held together by very thin strings. The
bottom was just as skimpy with a thong back. There was also a skimpy
wrap that was the same color.

"What is this?" Jen asked in a voice that was barely under control. She
was about to explode but knew that wouldn't solve anything. She took a
deep breath and tried to reason with her daughter.

"Amanda," she started. "What's wrong with you? I mean, those clothes,
please! You shouldn't let your day buy things like that for you."

"But mom," she moaned, "it's just a bathing suit."
"No buts, young lady," Jen said, struggling to keep her voice even. "You
hear me? You don't have to accept everything he buys for you."

"Mom, I..."

"Amanda!" Jen almost shouted, losing her control for a second. Then she
continued in a softer voice, "I'm just telling you. Stop seeing dad like
this. Get a boyfriend, for Christ's sake. Go out with your friends. Date
anyone you like, but please, not your dad." Amanda could sense the
desperation in her mom's voice. Never before had she said she could date
and now she was begging her to go out. To go out with anyone but her
dad.

"It's not right, honey," Jen told her.

"I think you're wrong mom," the naive, love struck teen said. "I think
dad..."

"Well you can think all you want," Jen cut her off. In her most
sarcastic voice she went on, "I mean do you really think he has any real
interest in you? Come on. I know your dad."

Amanda rushed up to her room and locked the door. She flung the bag of
clothes on the floor and fell onto her bed with her head buried in her
pillows. She cried for a long time.

"She has to be wrong," she told herself. "I know how dad feels. He told
me and he wouldn't lie, would he."

"Why would he lie?" It didn't make sense to her. "Mom has known him a
long time. Maybe she knows something. Maybe he's told her something."

Her heart was beating like a drum. She had let herself fall in love with
her dad. The last few days, she'd felt so wonderful, like the world was
perfect. Now it was dark. She wasn't sure what had happened.

She tried to reason it out. Why would dad lie? Did he just want the sex?
That didn't make sense. He had taken control last night but then she'd
let him. She wanted it too. It felt so right when he was in her. Could
he have been faking all the things he'd done?

Amanda realized how little she knew about love. How do you know for sure
a boy likes you? How do you know you love him? That was easier. She knew
she loved her dad. He was the perfect man for her. If only he loved herback.

John came in and found Jen waiting for him in the kitchen. 'Oh brother,'
he thought to himself, 'here it comes.'

"John," Jen said coldly. "I thought we talked about this. You went out
and bought her those sexy things on purpose just to get me mad, didn't
you?"

"Not now, Jen," he said. "I don't want to fight now. Where is Amanda?"

"She went up to her room."

"You didn't..."

"I didn't do anything. It isn't about her, John. This is about you. You
know better. You're leading her on."

"I'm doing no such thing," he protested.

"That bathing suit is obscene. Can't you see? She can't wear something
like that."

"So you say," he shot back. "Lot's of girls wear suits like that. We see
them on the beach everyday, you know that. You're just jealous that you
don't have your figure anymore. You can't wear something like that.
That's what this is about."

John knew that was a low blow. Jen had tried to keep the pounds off but
ever since Amanda was born she'd carried around extra weight, especially
in her hips and thighs. She might have tried harder, given up the
sweets, cut back on the booze, but it wasn't fair to compare a thirty
seven year old woman's body to that of a thirteen year old.

Jen just stared at her husband. His remark hurt. It hurt deeply. In part
it was because it was true. Jen couldn't wear such skimpy clothes
anymore. She hadn't been able to for years and years. Still, their
daughter was too young for things like that. It wasn't just jealousy. It
was... It was... It was just wrong. Why didn't he see that?

The house was very quiet that night. Amanda didn't come down for dinner
and John was about to go up and check on her but Jen told him to let her
be. He was ready to tell her to fuck off but he didn't have the energy
to deal with the fight that would come of that. Also, he was worried
that perhaps Amanda didn't want to come down because she felt bad aboutwhat had happened. She didn't seem upset when they got home but perhaps
her mom had said something that led Amanda to rethink how she felt about
him. That wasn't something he could deal with either.

As usual, John went up to the bedroom before Jen. He almost knocked on
Amanda's door but he didn't. Her light was off and she could be asleep.
Jen probably wouldn't come up but he also feared that she might see him
coming out of Amanda's room.

On an impulse he went back to the balcony and looked down at his wife.
She was still sitting on the day bed, sipping her second, or was it
third, after dinner drink. She'd come to bed half wasted. Shit! If she
kept that up she'd never loose those extra inches.

Still, it was partly his fault. She was partly right. He was leading
Amanda on. Perhaps he'd led her on too far. 'My God,' he thought. 'I
fucked her. I let her suck my cock.' Of course that was too far. He
should feel deep shame but he couldn't. He could only think about having
her again.

He went back to his daughter's door and listened. He couldn't hear
anything and figured she was probably asleep. He walked past and into
the master suite.

In the shower, John was still thinking about Amanda like he had all
afternoon and evening, but now he was letting himself get aroused. He
needed a release. He pictured her in the sexy bathing suit as he stroked
his hardening cock.

"Daddy," he imagined her talking to him, standing on the beach behind
their home. "Do you think I'm prettier than mom?"

"Uhhh..." he moaned. "Uhhuuu, Sweetie," he said out loud, living his
fantasy, "It's not really fair to mom. You don't play in the same..."

"OH GOD! I'm cumming baby.. OHH CHRIST!!! UHHUHHH!!!"

His cum splashed against the shower wall and then he slumped against the
back of the shower. It took five minutes under the cold water before he
could come out and face his wife.

He dreamed about Amanda all night. All the scenes from their trip to the
mall came back to him. The sexy skirts, lace panties, satin lingerie and
especially of her mouth around his cock. He then started to dream about
sexy images of his daughter on the beach. The two of them, together, asa couple, making love on the sand.

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Chapter 7 - Understanding Each Other

The next morning John woke at his customary 6:30. Even though it was a
Sunday morning and he didn't have to get up he swung his legs out of bed
and put on his pants. Jen was snoring, sleeping off the booze she'd had
the night before.

He shook his head and walked out to the balcony and looked out on the
ocean. It was still dark and everything was still. It was the perfect
time to think.

'What is going on with Amanda?' he asked himself. The question was too
complex to deal with like that.

'How did he feel about her?' He loved her of course. He'd loved her even
before she was born. Most men would have wanted a son but he was
thrilled when he learned they were having a girl. A girl would be so
much fun. Boys would just get in trouble, he knew. He'd been trouble for
his parents. Girls you could buy pretty dresses and dolls. You could
hold them on your lap and they adored you.

But it wasn't just that he loved her as a father. He loved her as a
woman too. Her scent. Her skin. The way she kissed him. The way he got
excited just being in the same room with her. How hard it was to
concentrate on driving with her next to him. He'd felt this way before,
when he'd first met Jen, but now it was stronger and deeper. It stirred
him in ways he'd never felt before.

John had to admit that he was in love with his daughter. Deeply,
passionately, erotically, in love with Amanda. Even thinking that
thought was getting him aroused.

But did Amanda feel the same way about him? She was so young. Just a
kid. But she was so grown up too. It was wonderful to watch her.
Innocent but very interested. When she first saw his hard cock he
thought her eyes were going to bulge out of her head. He still smiled
when he thought of that.

She certainly didn't seem like she had any doubts. Hell, she practically
raped him in that dressing room. If she didn't love him it would make
all the things they'd done impossible.

Had he forced her in anyway? No, he didn't think so. He'd encouraged,
perhaps. He'd certainly let things happen he could have stopped but he
had never forced or coerced her. He was certain of that.
Still, he couldn't be 100% sure. Not unless he could talk to her. He had
to know. He had to find out how she felt about him.

John walked back into the bedroom and saw that Jen was still all but
comatose. She wouldn't wake for hours. He left their room and went down
the hall to Amanda's bedroom.

He listened at her door. He wasn't sure at first but it sounded like she
was crying. It almost broke his heart to hear it. He tried the door but
it was locked.

"Amanda?" he called softly. "Sweetie, can I come in?"

He heard her unlock the door and he turned the knob. She was standing
with her back to him by her bed. He came around and looked into her
face. Her eyes were all red and puffy. It looked like she'd been awake
all night.

"Dad," she asked with a quivering voice. "Do you care about me? I mean,
really really much?"

John put his arms around her back and said, "Sweetie, why do you ask
such a question? You know how I feel about you."

Amanda sniffled and said, "I'm sorry dad. It's just that mom told me you
don't really care about me."

"She said WHAT?" John asked getting angry.

"She said that you don't really care about me and that I should stop
being with you all the time," Amanda gasped out. She swallowed hard and
added, "She even told me that I should get a boyfriend."

"Oh baby," John cried, "I'm so sorry, but I really, really love you,
sweetie." He smiled at her but she was still looking for something.

"I love you as my daughter," Amanda looked away but he put his hand on
her chin and gently turned her head back. "and as a young attractive
woman. I'm in love with you!"

Amanda blinked some tears out of her eyes. He'd just said he was in love
with her. She looked deeply into his eyes and she knew it was true. He
started to grin and so did she. He put his arms back around her and she
reached up and put her hands around his neck.
He kissed her and they felt the passion rise between them. "Mmmmm,"
Amanda groaned, "I love you too..."

'And mom can say whatever she wants,' Amanda thought as her dad kissed
her again. 'I already have a boyfriend and I don't care that it's dad.
He's so much better than all those jerks at school.'

"Baby," John asked, "do you want to do it? Now? Before mom wakes up?"

Amanda smiled her sweetest smile. "You don't have to ask, dad, you
know?" she told him. "I'm here for you anytime."

"I'm so happy to have you baby," he told her as she undid his pants and
pushed them down. "I can't even begin to describe what you mean to me."

Amanda held her dad's hard shaft and started pumping it. "Thanks dad.
I'm sorry for what I thought after mom talked to me. I'm so sorry."

John stopped her with a kiss. His hands held her head as their tongues
met and he again felt the unique thrill he only felt with her. His need
was urgent and so was hers. He pulled her top off while she shimmed out
of her bottoms. Now they both were naked.

He picked her up and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist
and her arms around his neck. While he held her with one hand the other
fit his cock into her incredible tight hole. Amanda grunted when the
tip slid in.

"It's okay dad," she said. "It doesn't hurt. It feels wonderful. I've
wanted to do this again since our date."

John let her slide down his pole. He looked down and saw her pussy
spread wide to let him in and watched inch after inch of his cock
disappear.

When it was completely buried, he knelt on her bed, still holding her
and started lifting her ass, pulling her oh so tight pussy up his shaft
and then letting her fall down again. After a few strokes he kissed her
and she kissed him back with more passion than ever before.

John started to fuck his daughter with greater force. His cock was
driving into her over and over, splitting her open again and again.
Amanda was moaning into his mouth. Her legs where pulsing in rhythm to
his thrusts. She was fucking him back.
"Amanda, baby," he cried. "I'm almost there, uhh, and, I shouldn't cum
in you again. It's too risky."

"Dad," his adoring daughter said in a clear and confident voice. "It's
okay. I know what could happen and I want you to stay in me."

"Sweetie," he asked in shock. "You want me to cum in you?"

"I've thought about it dad, and, if you want it, then, you know..."

"Sweetie, we can't have a baby together," he started but even as he did
he could see her pregnant with his child. It was driving him mad. "It's
well, just too... OH GOD! NO! I'm... Oh shit..."

"Oh yes!" she cried as she felt him filling her again. "Daddy, oh, that
feels so good." She felt a wave of the pleasure jolts sweep over her
body each time she felt her dad's cock jerk and more cum went into her.
She kissed him hard to let him know how much she loved him.

Finally John stopped spurting. He gently lifted her off his still rigid
cock and set her on the bed. She pressed her body against his and they
kissed again. The both felt so in love.

"Sweetie, baby," he asked as he wiped a strand of hair away so he could
look at her pretty face better. "Why are you doing this with me? I mean,
you're so pretty. I'm sure you'd have no problem finding a 'real'
boyfriend."

Amanda gazed into his loving eyes and said, "Dad, I... It just happened,
you know? On the date? It felt so good to have someone and, well, you're
handsome, dad. I was flattered, you know? Every girl at school wants an
older guy."

"Amanda, I'm your dad. I'm not your average boyfriend, am I? And you're
still a kid."

"I know and I've thought about that too. I don't know what to say, dad.
I love you. That's why I asked you to stay inside me. to show you how
much I love you, daddy."

When he heard her call him daddy his heart stopped. She did love him.
She loved him as much and as deeply as he loved her. He had no more
doubts. Everyone else might thing this was wrong but it wasn't. Not for
them. He and Amanda were in love and it was only natural that they sharethat love with each other in this special way.

"Baby, we just have to be careful, that's all," he told her. "You know,
with mom." Amanda nodded. She wasn't going to do anything that would
keep her away from him. Mom could never find out, she understood that
even before he said it.

"And, we should get some pills for you, maybe some condoms."

When he said that they both realized that they were really lovers. They
would have more sex and it was going to be wonderful. They kissed each
other again.

Amanda noticed that her dad's cock had never gone completely soft. She
started stroking it and it started getting hard again.

"Dad," she asked with an impish grin, "do you think we could do it
again? Before mom wakes up?"

John smiled. "Of course. You don't have to ask, sweetie. I'm here for
you anytime."

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Chapter 8 - The Rush of New Love

Amanda was daydreaming on her bed. She'd come home from school and
started to change but she'd only gotten her blouse and shoes off. She
saw her reflection in the mirror on her dresser and looked at herself.
Daddy had told her again that morning how beautiful she was. She could
see that it was true. If her daddy said it, of course it was true.

Her daddy had visited her again that morning. She could still feel how
his big cock filled her and how the warm cum made her cum. She knew now
that the jolts of pleasure were how girls cum. Her daddy promised to
make her cum as often as he could. Cumming inside her was the best way.
He was going to get her pills soon but they couldn't hold off. They
needed to make love as often as they could now that they understood how
they felt.

She loved sex with her dad. It was better than anything she'd ever
imagined. 'When he cums in me,' she thought and sighed. 'It's like the
whole world just stops. The warm feeling inside. Dad's smell and the way
he speaks with me when we do it. I just wish I could tell a friend like
Sam or Cloe.'

'Cloe thinks she soooo cool with Martin. He's such a great boyfriend.
He's all of fourteen. Well, daddy beats Martin all to heck. I bet Cloe
hasn't had sex and even if she did Martin's cock wouldn't be near as
nice as daddy's.'

'They'd just die if I told them how it felt to have a real man. To have
him hold you and kiss you. To have him make love to you. To feel him
shooting his stuff into you.'

"Amanda!" her mother called from downstairs. "Amanda! Are you changed
yet? You have chores to do, young lady!"

"You have chores to do, young lady!" Amanda mimicked her mom in a sassy
tone. Still she couldn't put her off for long. She wanted to be all done
by the time her dad got home from work.

She changed into a pair of short shorts and a halter top. It wasn't the
sexiest thing she had but it was the sexiest thing her mom would let her
wear and she wanted her dad to see her in it when he got home. She
dragged herself downstairs and found her mom in the kitchen.

"We have to pull the weeds from all the planters," Jen told her
daughter. She almost had to push the girl out to the garage. She handedher a pail and a pair of gloves.

"You do the back and around the pool. I'll get the front."

"I'd rather be in the pool," Amanda said, not realizing she'd said it
aloud.

"Only after you've picked out all the weeds," her mother told her.

Amanda walked to the back of the house and started pulling weeds. She
hated it. It got her all dirty and she wanted to be all clean and pretty
when daddy got home. She started to dream about the next time they could
do it. She wondered if she could get him to do it before she went to
bed.

Amanda started at the back of the house but the sun was in her eyes
there. She strolled over to the pool area and started with those
planters. As she did she wondered what it would be like to have sex in
the pool. She giggled at the idea at first but then she realized, you
can't see what people are doing under the water very easily. They could
be doing it and even if mom walked out she couldn't see.

She figured on talking her dad into going into the pool with her. He
sometimes would go in there after work. It was a nice day for the pool.
But she had so many weeds to pull. Her mom would not let her swim until
all the weeds were gone.

Now that she had the proper motivation, Amanda worked like a beaver. She
pulled weeds as fast as she could. She was also careful to get them all
so her mom couldn't complain. In twenty minutes she had them all pulled
and went out front to tell her mom.

"What now?" Jen asked as her daughter came back out front. The girl was
always slow but lately she was in a dream world. "You can't be done."

"But I am," Amanda said proudly, holding her bucket up as proof.

Jen squinted at the bucket. It looked full but then the girl was tricky
enough try and fake it. She took the bucket and felt around in it. It
sure seemed to be full of weeds. Her daughter was staring at her with a
smug expression that all but said 'so there!'

"Let's take a look, Amanda," Jen said and went to the back. She was
shocked that the girl had really done it. There wasn't a week to be
seen.
"Well, I never..." she started. "See, you can do good work when you want
to."

Amanda's expression hadn't changed. "Can I go in the pool now?" she
asked.

"I suppose," Jen told her.

Amanda followed her mother back to the front and dumped her bucket in
the large bin they used for yard waste. She was just taking off her
gloves when her dad pulled into the drive.

"Daddy!" she screamed and ran to his car. He got out and gave her as
nice a hug as he could with Jen standing right there. He gave Jen the
obligatory kiss.

"I'm going in the pool," she told him with the most excited voice she
had used since she got home. "Would you like to join me?"

"Sure, sweetie," John said. "I could use a good swim tonight. If that's
alright with you, honey."

"I suppose," Jen said. "Just don't stay in there all night. I already
have dinner in the oven."

John and Amanda hardly heard her. They were walking into the house by
then, hand in hand.

Amanda and her dad had taken every opportunity to kiss and touch during
the week since their first date. Had anyone known about their
relationship it should have been obvious that they were in love. The way
they spoke to each other, the looks between them, holding hands all the
time, kissing a lot.

Jen noted parts of this but she didn't make the connection. She just
thought they were being close. How could she possibly imagine that her
husband was having an affair with their daughter?

'The man must be in a mid-life crisis,' she thought. 'His damn ego must
just love all the adulation he's getting from her. Well, they both will
have a rude awakening soon enough, I'm sure. Amanda will realize her dad
doesn't want to be her boyfriend. And John will come to his senses and
realize she his damn daughter. I just hope I'm not left to pick up the
pieces.'
Just inside the door, John picked Amanda up and gave her the kiss he'd
been dying to give her since he got home. Amanda kissed him back and
held him so tight. She breathed deeply, smelling his manly scent again.
It was good to be back in his loving arms.

"Daddy," she said when it looked like he was just going to stand there
and kiss her all night long. "I really, really want to go in the pool
with you."

The way she said it perked John's interest. "Why sweetie?"

"You'll see," she said couquishly. "I promise you'll like it. We both
will."

She kissed him again, quickly on his lips and then squirmed out of his
arms and ran up to her room. John followed more sedately, enjoying the
view of her pretty ass in those shorts.

John changed quickly into his swim trunks and headed out to the pool. He
wasn't surprised when he found Amanda already standing on the patio in
her lavender bikini. She was so damn sexy in it. Just like his dreams.
He couldn't help but kiss her.

"Come on, daddy," she said, pulling away from him. "Let's get in the
pool." And with that she jumped in and swam over to the far side.

John figured he'd pushed it enough. Jen could come out here at any time.
She'd already seen too much, he thought. Amanda couldn't keep her hands
off him. And, in truth, he couldn't keep his hands off her either.

He dived into the pool and glided under the water to where Amanda was
standing. He surfaced right in front of her. She put her arms around him
and he felt his passion rising again.

"Oh sweetie," he started to protest weakly. "Mom's in the front..." he
kissed her and then pulled away. "mmmm, we shouldn't."

He kissed her again. "Mmmm, daddy," Amanda purred. "Yes, kiss me,
mmmmm."

"Not here, baby."

"Ohh, please"
"Ohhhh God, you taste good."

"Don't stop."

John gave up even trying to contain himself. He pulled her tight and
kissed her as hard as he could. Her tongue felt so damn good as it slid
over his own tongue. The girl was a natural kisser.

This time it was Amanda that broke away. She playfully grabbed her dad's
cock and squeezed him so tight it almost hurt. Then she ducked under the
water, pushed off the wall and swam to the other side.

John crossed the pool with only two strong strokes and caught her again.
"I can't let you get away that easy," he said, then covered her mouth
with his and kissed her.

Amanda put her hand on her dad's cock and started rubbing it. It was
already hard. She reached into his trunks and pulled it out.

"Let's do it, dad," she said. "Right here, now!"

"Amanda!" he cried as she pushed his trunks down further and then pulled
the strings of her bikini bottom loose. "We can't. Your mom is right..."

"She can't see! Don't you get it? If we stay under the water you could
be in me and she'd never know."

"I don't know," he said. He was tempted, of course, but the girl didn't
understand the danger.

Amanda took her dad's hand and put it between her legs. He instantly
started rubbing her pussy. She grabbed his cock again and started
pulling on it.

As John moved his hand between Amanda's legs her thong started to work
itself loose. It came out and floated to the bottom of the pool. He
started rubbing his daughter's naked pussy and found that she was wet.
He slid a finger into her. He knew they shouldn't. It was way too
dangerous.

Even as he tried to talk himself into stopping he was picking her up.
Amanda held his cock until the tip slipped into her and then she grabbed
his ass and pulled herself onto him in one smooth move.

"Oh baby," he cried. It was always tighter in her than he remembered. Ithad only been that morning but he had forgotten just how small her pussy
was. His big shaft almost didn't fit. He grabbed her naked ass and
started pulling her on and off his cock.

"Yes, daddy!" she encouraged him. "I love you! I really do."

"I love you too, sweetie," he said and smiled. He stopped worrying about
getting caught and just fucked her. God it felt good. As he thrust into
her repeatedly, his trunks slid down his legs. When they were around his
ankles he kicked them off.

"Oh do it daddy!" she cried. "I'm going to cum. Cum in me, daddy! I want
to feel it again."

"OH BABY!" John slammed into her and released his load.

"YES!" Amanda yelled. "Yes! I feel it! Oh yes, I feel your cum, daddy!"

John grunted again as more of his baby making sperm shot into her
possibly fertile body. He had to get her on the pill fast. This was just
too risky.

"Oh, oh baby!" he panted as he finished. "I love you. I love you so
much!"

John kissed his daughter deeply, feeling her love on her lips. He didn't
want this moment to end. He was still deep in her pussy and his cock was
only slowly getting soft.

He stopped suddenly when he heard the patio door open. Amanda heard it
too and pulled off him. "Ugh!" she cried when his cock popped free.
They didn't have time to put their suits back on. so they stood at the
edge of the pool.

"Is everything alright out here?" Jen asked. "I thought I heard
yelling."

"Oh, that was me," Amanda said, turning around to face her mom. "I asked
daddy to throw me up out of the water and he got me so high I got
scared. I'm okay. Sorry to worry you."

Something about the way she said it bothered Jen. She'd heard Amanda
scream but it didn't sound like she was scared. It sounded, different.
And she hadn't heard any splashing. But she could see that they were
okay. They were just standing there in the shallow end. It obviously wasinnocent enough.

"Dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes," she told them and then turned
and went back in.

"Oh sweetie," John said when the coast was clear. "That was too close,
way too close."

"I'm sorry daddy," Amanda said, "but I just needed to have you again. It
turned out okay, didn't it."

"Yes," John laughed. "With you it always works out okay."

John started looking for their bottoms. He found his stuck in the drain
but Amanda's was no where to be found. He slipped his trunks on and got
out. He checked the pump and there it was, in the leaf basket, Amanda's
lavender thong. He turned off the pump, opened it and retrieved the
thong.

He laughed as he carried it back. When he got close to the pool he waved
it at his daughter. She laughed too. Then John saw Jen in the kitchen
window. She wasn't looking at them, but she could have. He quickly hid
the tiny thong in his large hand and dove into the pool.

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Chapter 9 - The Second Date

John got up and shaved. He looked back at the bed and saw Jen stirring.
Well, she hadn't gotten as drunk the night before. He'd hoped to sneak
into Amanda's room again this morning but apparently that wasn't in the
cards. Still, he was taking her out that night so he'd only have to go
with out her sweet love for a few more hours.

He brushed his teeth and started to leave the bedroom. Jen was sitting
up by then and asked, "Aren't you going to put your robe on?"

"Nah," he said dismissively.

"At least put a shirt on," she called at his back. "Amanda will see..."

She'd noticed how much more casual John had been about being dressed
these last few days. She'd even seen him walking around in his underwear
right in front of their daughter. It wasn't right. She'd told him but
he'd just shrugged her off.

And Amanda was wearing sexier clothes everyday. She'd given up trying to
get her daughter to dress modestly. Now she just tried to keep her
dressed. Amanda too had gotten much too casual about putting enough
clothes on. Her father had gotten her night clothes that were much to
revealing for a girl her age but she wore them around all the time now.

Jen got up and put her robe on. She found John in the kitchen making
coffee. He poured her a cup and she sat at the table. "John, you
shouldn't walk around the house like that," she told him. "Amanda
already has her school girl crush on you. It doesn't help when you walk
around half naked."

"Uh, whatever," he said as he got down cereal bowls. He set them on the
table and got out his granola cereal and Amanda's frosted something or
other. She had to ask him to get her cereal.

Just then Amanda walked in. She was in a skimpy PJ set that hardly
covered anything. She went right up to her dad and he scooped her up
into his arms. Jen just stared at his hand on his daughter's butt.

"Good morning, sweetie," he said cheerfully. "Today's our big day."

"Are you going to pick me up after school, dad?" she cooed.

"What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't pick up my date?"
"John, for Christ's sake," Jen groaned, "Not this Friday too?" She
hadn't heard about their plans. They ignored her now, too.

"Ohh, dad," she held her dad's head in her hands. "You're the best in
the whole world."

"For you angel, I'll do anything."

"You're so sweet, dad," she said and then she kissed him not three feet
from her mom. It wasn't the passionate, deep, tongue kiss she wanted to
give her dad but it was much more than most daughters gave their dads.
Her dad was kissing her back, too.

Jen just stared. She was annoyed but even with them kissing almost in
arms reach of her she couldn't believe that anything truly wrong was
happening. John was acting irresponsibly and Amanda still was holding on
to her silly crush.

All through breakfast they made eyes at each other. Eventually, Jen
stopped trying to engage them in a conversation. It was just too much
work and she was failing anyway.

---

"Hey Amanda," Cloe called to her. She was at their usual lunch table.
Sam was sitting next to her. Amanda came over and sat across from her
friends.

"Martin is taking Cloe to the junior high dance tomorrow," Sam told the
late comer. "She's going to be in a real dress, aren't you Cloe?"

"Uh huh," Cloe said. "And one of his buddy's brother is going to drive
us. He has a van."

Cloe emphasized the word van like it was something of amazing
importance.

"That's nice," Amanda said, already dreaming about her night with her
dad.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" Cloe asked.

"Don't know, hang around the house I guess," she said.
"It's too bad you aren't getting a chance to go out more," Cloe went on.
"It must be soooo boring to be around your 'rents all the time."

Amanda shrugged, "It's okay. My dad is taking me out tonight."

"Oh," Sam and Cloe said together. Cloe asked "What's that all about?"

"Oh, nothing," she said coyly. "He's just taking me out, that's all.
What are you doing tonight?"

"Uh, nothing, I guess," Sam admitted.

"I have to work on my science project," Cloe said.

"Oh, too bad," Amanda said. "I'll be thinking of you tonight."

---

Amanda had stashed her high heeled sandals in her back pack. When her
dad picked her up she kicked off her boring school shoes and put on the
sexy ones that made it so much easier to kiss him. John just laughed and
rubbed her leg.

"What do you want to do, sweetie?" he asked.

"Can we go to a hotel again?" she answered immediately.

"Sure, but what else?"

"Nothing," she said plainly. "I just want to be with you. I want to do
it. Over and over."

John laughed, "Easy, sweetie. I'm not a machine. We'll have to eat
sometime, too."

"Sure, we can eat too," she said with a happy smile.

John drove out by the airport. There was a nice hotel his company used
for out of town clients. He knew they were discrete. He still worried
about them getting caught.

He checked them in and the desk clerk said, "Have a nice evening, sir."
as she watched the man walk away with the very pretty, very young girl
he claimed was his daughter. 'Hmmm, no luggage,' she thought.
'Something fishy is going on.' But she would keep it to herself. Thatwas official hotel policy and she'd known three people that got fired
for talking about guests.

"Don't you want to go eat something first, sweetie?" he asked again.

"Dad, can't we, like, go to the room right away?" she replied.

'God,' John thought, 'I can't believe we're doing this again.'

Amanda took his arm and thought, 'Eating? Now? You're so cute dad.'

Amanda stripped her clothes off the second the door to their room was
closed. While her dad got undressed, Amanda called Cloe. After the
conversation at lunch she felt she just had to share the moment with her
best friend, even if she couldn't really tell her.

John shook his head. There was his daughter. Naked. On the bed, waiting
for him so they could make love. It was just too unbelievable. He was
hard before he even got his clothes off. She was on the phone talking to
Cloe by the time he laid down.

"Cloe I have to go, dad's waiting," he heard her say.

"No it's only me and dad," she said.

"Yeah, I'll tell him you said hello."

"Say hello from me too, baby," he told Amanda.

"Yes," she said. "I'll tell you more at school. I promise, okay?"

She hung up the phone and saw her dad's big dick sticking straight up in
the air. Her pussy was getting wet just looking at it. She stood up on
the bed, held the big pole with one hand and sat down on it.

"Easy, baby," her dad said. "You're so small. I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm okay, dad," she grunted as the first few inches sank into her.
"Uhhh, but it's so big."

She lifted up a little and then tried to go down further. A few more
inches slid up her tiny hole. "And I want to be good for you dad," she
went on. "You know, like a woman."

"Sweetie, you're so good to me in so many ways," he told her as hecontinued to watch his shaft be swallowed by her pussy. "And I really
love you for that."

Amanda pulled up one more time and then went down again. It was easier
this time. Her dad's dick was getting coated with her juices. She got to
the bottom and almost had him completely inside her. Again she went up,
half way this time and then she went down faster than before. Finally
she felt the coarse hairs of his privates on her butt cheeks. She
stopped to catch her breath.

John was amazed. She'd gotten his entire cock into her. It felt so damn
good. She obviously wanted to do it to him this time so he just stayed
there. Eventually she did start to go up and down, making small
movements at first but as she got stretched out a little and his cock
got slipperier she moved more and faster. Soon she was riding him like
crazy.

"Ohhh! Daddy!" She cried out. She was feeling her cum start. It was
happening so fast this time. "Oh! OH!" She lost her balance and fell.
Her father caught her in his strong arms and gently lowered her to the
bed. His big cock was still in her.

John took over, flexing his hips and driving his hard shaft into her
over and over.

"Ohhh! Soon sweetie," he was grunting in time with his thrusts. "Uhhhh,
God... You're so tight... Oh baby... I love you... I'm gonna... Ohhh..
Yeah... Cum!!!"

John felt it start. He drove into her as hard as he could and his first
blast came shooting out. "Oh Jesus, honey," he cried. "I'm sorry! OHHH!
GODDDDD YESSS!!!!!"

John had the hardest and most overpowering orgasm of his life. His
daughter's loving pussy was milking his spasming cock as load after load
of potent sperm shot into her. God, he had to get her on the pill. Soon!
He just couldn't hold back. He came in her every time.

He pulled out of her slowly. Her pussy actually went 'pop' when he came
out. He pulled her over to him and wrapped her in his arms. She felt so
small and delicate. 'Jesus, I can't believe I'm falling for her like
this, and it's just getting worse,' he thought as he kissed her.

"Ohh, mmmm," Amanda moaned as she kissed him over and over, "You're...
mmmm. the best... mmmm. dad... in the whole world."
"You really mean that, sweetie?" he asked. "Amanda, "I... I'm
overwhelmed. I never thought I would fall in love like this again."

That afternoon they made love three more times. Amanda especially liked
doing it in the shower. Each time it was easier and she found she new
feelings. It just kept getting better.

Finally, around eight, her dad said they had to stop. She didn't
understand why but when she asked him he just said "I'm not a machine,
sweetie." She didn't know what he meant by that. They got dressed and
headed out to a fancy restaurant. In the car her doubts came back.

"Dad, are you serious with me?" she asked. "I mean, I know I'm just a
kid."

"Baby," he cut her off and put his hand on her knee."You're a young
beautiful woman and you make me wish that I was divorced. What more
could I tell you?"

"I'm sorry dad," she said. "I'm just afraid.."

"Sweetie," he cut her off again. "You're my daughter and the woman I
love. I'm never gonna leave you. Ever. You know?"

Amanda smiled contentedly. She knew. She knew very well. "Thanks, dad."

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Chapter 10 - Friday Night Fights

Amanda wanted to go back to the hotel after dinner. John almost gave in
but he didn't want Jen to be any more upset than she already was. The
more he thought about what was waiting for him at home the more he was
tempted to take Amanda back to the hotel and spend the night. It would
be a whole lot more pleasant than the fight he knew was going to happen.

It would be better, for that night, but John knew it would only make
matters worse. He pushed his raging libido aside for the moment and
drove them home after he promised Amanda to take her out the next Friday
too.

He pulled into the garage and turned off the car. He sat for a moment to
work up his courage. Amanda turned to him and said, "I love you dad."

With those simple words she brighten his outlook. Let Jen rail on him.
So what! Amanda loved him and that was all he needed.

He leaned across the car and kissed her. She kissed back and for the
next five minutes they sat in the car and necked. Finally he stopped. It
was time.

Amanda and John walked up the stairs together, still holding hands even
though they didn't fully realize it. She hugged him one last time before
she went into her room.

"I love you, daddy," she mouthed and then blew him a kiss as she shut
her door.

John stood outside her room for a minute looking at the door and wishing
he could spend the night in there. But he wasn't a coward. He had to
face Jen and he would.

He strode confidently into the bedroom. She was sitting in bed, reading
a book. He grunted at her, pulled his shirt off and tossed it on the
hamper as he walked into the bathroom.

Jen got out of bed and started letting out all the things she'd been
pondering while her husband was out with her daughter.

"Come on, John," she said, five minutes into her spiel. "I think she has
a crush on you and when you ask her out she thinks you're, well,
confirming her feelings, you know?"
"Please, Jen, I don't want to hear it."

"So, you mean you don't care that you're leading her on?"

"Jen, for Christ's sake drop it. We've been over this before."

"How can I drop it, John? My own daughter is dating my husband. How do
you think I feel?"

"I'm sorry, honey, but you can't blame me for that."

His last retort was like a knife in her heart. "John," she begged,
"please, don't do this to me."

"Just drop it Jen," he replied more forcefully. "If I want to spend time
with my daughter I will. You aren't going to drive a wedge between
Amanda and me. I won't let you. If you don't like it, well, I'm sorry.
But really, look at..." He stopped. Even as aggravated as he was he
couldn't lash out at her that way.

"Look at what? Look at me? Is that it? What John? Aren't I good enough
for you now? I'm not the skinny girl you married, right? You don't feel
all macho and manly when you go out with me, do you?"

John shook his head and ignored her. He shouldn't have said it and now
he had to pay the price. She'd could go on like that for hours.

---

Amanda had already fallen asleep. She'd changed into one of her old
pajamas. The pink flannel ones with the silly sheep. They were childish
but she liked them and they were so comfortable and warm and the night
had turned chilly, almost like winter.

As she slept she dreamed her favorite dream....

"Amanda, honey," her dad called. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, dear," she said. She came down the stairs and he held out her
white coat. She let him slip it on her arms. She started to button it
but the middle buttons were so tight. She looked down and saw her tummy
all pushed out.

'That's strange,' she thought. 'How did that happen?' Then she
remembered. It was the baby. She was going to have a baby. Her dad'sbaby.

"Come on, sweetie," he said. "We're going to be late."

She turned and kissed him. She could feel his warm lips on her. She was
melting into him. Then they were in their bed. She knew it was the bed
she shared with him now. She was naked and so was he. His hard cock was
sticking out from his body and she watched it move toward her pussy.

Still dreaming, Amanda's hand went inside her panties. Her fingers found
her wet slit and one of them slid into it. Then a second finger joined
it.

Her dad was in her now. His cock was filling her and making her cum. It
was a powerful dream. the feeling of her dad's big cock inside her
almost felt real. She could feel his hands holding her legs back. She
could smell his manly scent. She heard him grunt as he thrust into her
over and over.

"Oh baby," he cried out.

"Yes daddy," she said. "Cum in me. Do it! Make it all warm and
wonderful."

In her dream she even felt his cum shooting into her. Her fingers were
working like crazy. She was oozing so much pussy juice her panties and
pajama bottoms were already soaked. It was making a puddle on the bed.

She came, both in her dream and on her fingers. She rolled over and
hugged her pillow tightly. In her dream she was holding her dad. Her
head was nestled against his strong chest as he stroked her cheek.

"I love you," he told her.

"I love you too, daddy," she whispered in the silence of her room.

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Chapter 11 - The Company Party

The next few weeks John and Amanda's love for each other grew and grew.
Jen noticed more things. She'd caught them snuggling on the couch under
a blanket and she could have sworn she saw Amanda's hand on John's
crotch. Something moved when she came in and they both looked guilty.

Then there was the way Amanda was dressing. John had taken her to the
mall several more times and her daughter now had a full closet of sexy
clothes and that was all she wore. Even to school. She'd almost become
accustom to her daughter's new wardrobe. She couldn't stay upset about
it forever.

He'd continued to take her out on dates. Every Friday he'd pick her up
at school and they wouldn't be home until very late. She never asked
where they went or what they did. She didn't really want to know. She
was afraid to know.

Then one night they were out until 3:00AM. John said they lost track of
time. When she asked him where they'd been he just said, "out." She let
it drop.

More and more nights, Jen found herself home alone. Even when John and
Amanda were home they hardly talked to her. She consoled herself with a
drink, or two, or three.

She'd put more weight on too. Only her frumpiest clothes fit now. That
made John's news all the more troubling. His company was throwing a
party for his 20th anniversary. It was going to be a big, fancy, catered
dance at the company headquarters. John had just informed her that he
wanted her and Amanda to go with him.

"Honey," she protested feebly, "I'm sure Amanda has other things to do
than go with us to your company party."

"Listen Jen," he shot back, "I really want both of you to come."

"John," she went on, "She's a kid. A party like this wouldn't be fun for
her?"

"Jen," he retorted in a voice that would not countenance argument. "I
want her to come, okay? It's not just any party. We're celebrating my
20th year working for the company and I want the whole family there."

'I wish I could go alone with dad,' Amanda was thinking as she listenedto her parents. Her dad had already asked her to go to the party with
him. And even though her mom would come too, she really felt like she
was going as her dad's girlfriend, secretly, but still it was a big step
for her.

They'd already bought a dress for her and her dad had gotten her a new
necklace and a choker. She was so excited about the party and even more
excited about the clothes.

On the night of the party, Amanda spent hours in her room getting ready.
Her mother kept calling into her room to hurry up but Amanda didn't
listen. John told his wife to back off. Amanda would come out when she
was ready.

When she finally came out and modeled her new dress for her dad he
almost drooled. He'd never seen her look more radiant. She was a goddess
in gold. The shiny, stretchy dress clung to her slim, tiny body like a
second skin. John was enchanted from the moment he saw it.

"You know," he said in his most affectionate voice, "the guys at work
are gonna be jealous of me when the see that dress, sweetie and I really
insist that you'll let me dance with you. You know, at least the slow
dances."

Jen was standing right there. She was holding Amanda by the hand.
'Jesus,' she thought, 'he's flirting with her. It's almost like I'm not
even here.'

"Sure dad," Amanda said, wrapping her arm around his waist. "I want that
too."

"We're late," Jen said as much to break up the little scene that was
developing in the living room. "Let's go."

There was a brief scuffle at the car. Amanda stood at the front
passenger door. Jen had to actually ask her to sit in the back. John
ignored her too. She started to wonder why she was going.

John's office was downtown in one of the high rise office towers. They
parked in the underground garage and took the garage elevator to the
lobby. John was holding Amanda's hand and had hardly glanced at Jen.

Jen had been to John's office before. When the door to the elevator
opened she walked out into the lobby and headed directly to the tower
elevators that went to the floor his office was on. It took a minute forher to realize that John and Amanda weren't right behind her.

As soon as Jen was out of sight, John kissed Amanda. He knew it was a
risk but he had to kiss her or he'd burst. She kissed back and for a few
seconds they were the only people in their world.

"John?" he heard Jen calling. "Are you coming?"

He looked out and didn't see her. She had to be around the corner. Phew.
That was close. "We're coming," he called out and released his daughter
from his tight embrace.

As they walked across the marble floor of the lobby he could hear the
clicking of Amanda's heels. It was so sexy he was getting hard. He even
had to shift his cock. Amanda saw him do it and giggled.

"There you are," Jen said when they finally caught up. She stabbed the
call button and turned to face the elevators.

Amanda pulled on her dad's sleeve. He looked down at her and she reached
up. Some of her lipstick had smeared on his face. She wiped it off with
her thumb. John took a quick glance at his wife's back then grabbed his
daughter's hand and sucked on her thumb for a second. She giggled again.

"What's so funny?" Jen asked. "Is there something stuck to my shoe?
What?"

"Nothing mom," Amanda said. "I'm just so happy to be here I'm giddy."

"Hmph!" Jen grunted.

When they got to John's office he ignored Jen and started introducing
Amanda and showing her around the place. Jen watched them go off. She
shook her head and went looking for the bar.

"Where is your desk, dad?" she asked.

"In my office," he said playfully. "Would you like to see it?"

"Of course," she said with a wrinkly in her nose.

John opened the door to his private office. Amanda slipped in. John
looked down the hall, almost like a thief would do and snuck in behind
her.
"Mmmm," Amanda murmured as he kissed her again.

John's cock was getting hard again. He adjusted it once more.

"Would you like me to take care of that for you, daddy?" she asked with
an impish grin. "I could suck it for you. Would you like that?"

Boy would he but that was so dangerous. Even thinking about it had him
weak at the knees. Anyone could walk in. But he also was thinking about
her lips around his cock, sucking, licking...

"Okay, but we have to be careful," he said and led her behind his desk.
"Get under there so no one can see you if they come in."

Amanda smiled and crawled under his desk. John unzipped his pants and
pulled his raging hard cock out. As soon as he sat down his daughter
wrapped her hand around the shaft.

"Oh Jesus," he said as her lips opened and took the top few inches in.
"Oh baby! That's so good. Oh, I love you so much, sweetie."

"Mmmm," Amanda mumbled. She couldn't talk. Her mouth was full. Instead
she decided to show him how much she loved him. She started bobbing her
head up and down, letting her tongue slide all over his cock. She just
loved doing this.

"John?"

John's head shot up. It was William, the senior vice president. He was
standing in the doorway.

"Why aren't you at the party?" he asked. "It is your party after all?"

"Oh, uh," John tried to respond calmly but Amanda hadn't stopped. She
was still sucking his cock as aggressively as before. "It's just, you
see, I had some things I wanted to check on. I'll be out there in a few
minutes."

"Okay then," the intruder said. "You always were the hardest worker
here. You just never know when to quit."

John watched him leave. He saw several people pass the door. Any one of
them could walk in just like William had. He looked down in his lap and
saw the back of his daughter's head, bobbing. He could hear the slurping
and sucking sounds she was making. The stress and fear of being caughtcombined with the incredibly erotic sight below him.

Amanda wasn't prepared for what happened. Suddenly her dad's cock
exploded in her mouth. A large shot of cum flooded her mouth. She pulled
off him and the second hit her in the face. The third went into her
hair. This was going to be a mess. She had to stop it. She didn't know
what to do. In a panic she put her mouth back on her dad's spurting cock
and swallowed the rest of his cum.

"OH JESUS!" John moaned, trying to keep his voice down. "OH MY GOD! OH
YES! Yes! Suck it all out, sweetie. Take all of daddy's cum. It's all
for you. Oh yes!"

"There you are," Jen said just as Amanda swallowed his last load. He
looked down and saw her wipe the cum that hit her face off with her
finger and then suck the finger clean while she smiled up at him.

"Where's Amanda?" Jen asked.

"Uh, she went to the ladies room, I think," he lied. 'No, my sweet
daughter is under my desk,' he thought. 'She'll come out as soon as she
finishes wiping up my cum.'

"People are asking where you are," Jen said. John just stared at her,
wishing that she'd just go away. "You should be out there." He just
stared.

"Hmmph," she grumbled and left. Finally the coast was clear. John lifted
Amanda up and sat her on his desk. He took out a box of Kleenex and
started wiping her face. Amanda felt her hair.

"Gosh, dad," she said, "not again. You got it in my hair the last time
too, remember? I can't wear a ball cap tonight, though."

John tried to think of a way to explain the big white blob in his
daughter's hair. It almost looked like a bird had... He smiled.

"I haven't shown you the neatest part of my office," he said, helping
her off his desk. He walked her over to the wall of windows behind them
and pushed. One of the windows was a door and it opened onto a balcony.

"Oh cool," she said, rushing to the edge and looking down. "This is so
cool."

John smiled. "Oh I'm so sorry, dear," he said. Amanda turned around witha confused look. "I'm sorry that bird messed up your hair. Maybe you can
clean it up in the ladies room?"

Now she understood. She came back to him and kissed him. Then she
started out into the hall. Suddenly she realized she didn't know where
the bathroom was. She turned back and her dad pointed her in the right
direction.

John checked himself in the mirror before he walked out. The party was
in full swing now. He got himself a bourbon and water at the bar and a
coke for Amanda. He saw Jen across the room. She already had a drink.

An hour later the speeches had been made. John was given a plaque for
his office and a crystal mantle clock. He'd thanked everyone and shaken
everyone's hand. It was now time to enjoy the party.

The music started and he led Amanda out onto the dance floor. It was a
nice slow dance and he was able to hold her close, just the way he
liked.

Jen watched them from the side of the room. Avery, one of John's
employees came over. "I understand that's your daughter," he said to
start the conversation. "She's really quite beautiful. She really takes
after her dad, doesn't she?"

"Oh she takes after him alright," Jen slurred out. "She takes after him
every chance she gets."

Avery looked at her. It was obvious she was drunk. He backed away
quietly.

'Look at the little tramp,' she thought as she took another sip of her
drink. 'She's practically glued to him out there. I should be the one
dancing with him. He's my husband after all. I'm the one that put up
with all the late hours. The long trips. This should be about me too.
What's she think she's doing?'

Jen was working herself into a frenzy. She was getting so mad her fists
were balled and her jaw was clenched. Before she knew what she was doing
she walked out on the dance floor.

"John," she said with her hand on his shoulder. "You should be dancing
with me, not her."

"You're drunk," he whispered. "Go sit down and dry out. Don't make ascene, especially in front of all my co-workers."

"I'm not the one making a fucking scene, ass hole," she said in a
moderately loud voice. "You're the one that's flirting with a fucking
baby. She's fucking thirteen, you bastard. What do you think could
happen? Huh? Tell me that. Fucking tell me that!"

"Let's go," he told Amanda. He took her by the hand and grabbed Jen's
arm. He started to walk them out of the party but Jen turned and tried
to slap him. She was too drunk to do that and keep her balance. She fell
to the floor at his feet.

John looked at his wife lying on the floor in a jumbled mess. He
detested her at that moment. She was disgusting and his only thought was
to get her out of there.

"We're leaving," he said, pulling her to her feet. "Now!"

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Chapter 12 - Silver Linings

John dragged Jen out of the office. Amanda went over and collected all
his awards and followed as quickly as her tight dress allowed. She
caught up to them at the elevator.

Jen was in a daze. When she fell she her head hit the floor pretty hard.
That combined with all the liquor in her blood made her one step away
from unconsciousness. John was holding her up against the wall to keep
her from falling.

He had to practically carry her to the car. He dumped her in the back
before he helped Amanda into the passenger seat.

He was silent the whole drive home. Amanda could see how upset he was.
She just put her hand on his leg and squeezed it gently. "I love you,
dad," she assured him. He finally smiled.

When they got home, Jen was just barely able to climb the stairs with
John holding her. He left her in the bedroom and got undressed in the
bathroom. When he came out, his wife was passed out on the bed.

Amanda knocked on the door. She was genuinely concerned for her mom. She
seemed sick to her. The young teen had never seen someone truly drunk
before. "Is she alright, dad?"

"Oh honey!" John said as he looked at his daughter. She was wearing the
white, lace, see through nightie. The one he'd bought for her the first
time they went to the mall. "Oh sweetie."

"Is she, dad? Is mom okay?"

John looked back at his wife. The contrast couldn't be more stark. On
his bed was a drunk, fat, smelly woman that he was learning to loathe.
Standing in his doorway was an angel in white that he loved more dearly
than life itself.

"She'll be okay," he told her. "She'll sleep it off. She won't wake up
until noon, maybe later."

Suddenly John knew what that allowed. He went over to her and hugged her
tight. "Ah, sweetie," he said with a sly grin. "There isn't much room on
my bed. Would you mind if I slept with you tonight?"

"You mean the whole night?" his daughter was astonished. "Until morningand everything?"

"Especially everything," he said as he caressed her face.

John knew her answer with out her saying it. He picked her up and
carried her to her room. He gently set her on the bed and crawled in
beside her.

"Dad," she said, "I really enjoyed the party, until the end that is. The
people you work with are neat."

"They liked you too, sweetie," he said as he started stroking her face.
"Everyone there thought you were so beautiful."

"Mmmm," she moaned as his hand traced down her neck and across her
budding breasts. "Ohhh!" she added when his fingers slipped under the
filmy material of the panties and started rubbing her slit. "OH GOD!"
she let out when his finger slid into her.

John kissed her. Holding her tight with one hand while the other
stimulated her pussy. It was so easy now. He didn't hesitate or doubt.
This was so wonderful it had to be right. How could something wrong feel
this good?

Amanda started feeling a cum. She held her dad tight and started bucking
her hips as his finger drove into her. It was so much smaller than his
cock but the feeling was very similar.

"Oh daddy!" she cried as she came. "Oh yes! Oh! Yes! Oh! Oh, that's so
nice. Oh, I love you so much."

"I love you too, sweetie," he said, slowly pulling his hand out. "More
than I can ever tell you."

She just held him tight for a while. She felt his hard cock pressing
against her leg. His finger was great but she wanted something more.
Something, bigger.

"I want to be on top this time," she said as she reached down to pull
his underwear off. John just smiled and nodded. He lifted his hips to
let her get his briefs off and then laid there and watched his little
girl straddle his hips.

Her petite hand held his huge cock steady as she lowered herself onto
it. He saw the head spread her lips and then suddenly it popped in.With out pausing, Amanda slid her pussy down his long shaft until she
was sitting on him. In the last weeks she'd gotten much more used to
having him in her. It never hurt at all now. In fact, every time they
made love it felt better and better.

John put his hands on her butt and started to lift her up but Amanda
slapped his hands away. "I want to do it. I want to it all for you
daddy," she said. Then she started to lift herself up.

John watched his glistening shaft reappear. In the moonlit room it
sparkled like crystal. When just the bulbous head remained buried in
her, Amanda stopped and then slowly let herself down again.

"Oh, sweetie," he said as his cock sank into her again. "Oh sweet baby,
I love you."

"I love you too, daddy," she said. She started moving faster. John was
in heaven. His lovely daughter was fucking him. The scene before his
eyes was almost as stimulating as her tight pussy sliding up and down
his cock. He started to loose himself in the eroticism.

"Oh, yes. Oh fuck. Oh God! Yes! Oh baby! Oh!

"Do you like it when I do it like this, dad?"

"More than anything in the world."

Amanda glowed with pride because of that. He felt the same way about
this as she did. It made it even better. She started slamming herself
down on his cock as hard as she could.

It still took a big effort to force her pussy down on him and it wasn't
long before she started to get tired. John noticed how she was lagging
and took over. He held her hips steady and started thrusting his big
cock up into her. It was so tight! But it felt so good!

"Oh yes, daddy," she cried out. "That feels so good. Oh! yes! Yes! OH
GOD! YES!"

Amanda was cumming on his cock. Her pussy milking his shaft was too much
for him. He exploded into her. Load after load. It felt like gallons.
Finally he was spent. He let Amanda slowly down, taking his still
leaking cock deep into her one last time.

"Oh, daddy," she cooed. "That was the best ever. I can't even imaginehow it could be better."

John and Amanda rested in each other's arms but they weren't through for
the night. John went soft and eventually pulled out of her but they kept
kissing and touching. Soon, well before John would have guessed
possible, his cock started to swell again.

John climbed between her legs and held his shaft as he moved forward.
Amanda stopped him and wrapped her hand on his shaft. "Let me do that,
dad" she requested.

John let go and watched his daughter guide his cock into her wet pussy.
It slipped in easier now. In one glorious push he impaled her with his
rock hard pole. When he was all the way in, Amanda wrapped her legs
around his ass and said, "I love you, dad. I love you so much."

John smiled down at her and started sliding in and out of her. He pulled
almost all the way out and then pushed in, firmly. It was still
incredibly tight. He pulled out and pushed in, faster. "Oh yes, daddy!
Yes! Daddy!"

He couldn't believe how good it felt. He was fucking her and she loved
it. She was begging for it. God was this wonderful. It washed away
everything bad in his life.

John thrust into her again. Driving deep, burying his shaft completely,
amazed once again that her tiny body could accommodate his massive cock.
Even her mother couldn't take it all at first. It was almost a year
after they were married before he got completely into her and she was a
full grown woman. Amanda was still a child. I very sexy, erotic child.

"Oh, yes! Oh daddy! Yes! I want you inside me. Make me cum with it,
please. Make me cum. I want to feel you shooting inside me again."

Each time she spoke, her father felt a thrill. This was so forbidden.
Here she was, barely a teen and she was begging him to fuck her. To fuck
her and cum in her pussy.

"Oh baby," he moaned. "Take it. Take daddy's big cock. Take it deep and
let me feel you cum on it. I'm going to do it until we both cum so hard.
Oh yes!"

"Yes daddy! Oh yes! Please! I want it! Oh, oh, oh! YES!"

John shot his first load as he sank into her. He held himself deep inher as he went off again and again. Amanda had her eyes squeezed tightly
shut, concentrating on the feeling of his cock jerking and shooting deep
in her pussy.

"Oh, daddy," she said when he laid next to her and pulled her into his
arms. "I love you. Are you really going to stay here all night?"

"Yes, sweetie," he said. "I'm going to be here all night. I want to wake
up with you in my arms. Nothing would make me happier than that."

"Me too. I want to wake up like that too. Oh, I love you so much."

Amanda suddenly felt so tired she couldn't keep her eyes open. She
kissed her dad and then drifted peacefully off to sleep. John felt her
soft, regular breath on his chest. As he closed his eyes he again
thanked God for Amanda.

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Chapter 13 - Waking Up Together

John woke when the sunlight streamed into Amanda's room. She was still
in his arms, sleeping as peacefully as she had done when she was a baby.
He could still remember holding her in his arms back then, watching her
sleep. He loved her then and even more now.

Her naked body felt so soft against his side. He felt her gentle
breath on his chest. It was just so good to wake up like this. He knew
his day was going to be wonderful.

"Uh, huh," Amanda mumbled as she woke. "Daddy? You're still here? It was
real then. It wasn't a dream?"

"No, sweetie," he assured her. "It was real. All of it was real."

He kissed her. God, she even tasted good in the morning. He held her
tight and gloried in how wonderful her soft skin felt, how nice it was
to kiss her. If only...

"Dad?" she said when her hand found his hard cock. "Are you ready now?
So soon?"

"I've been up for a bit," he explained. "I was watching you sleep."

"Is that why?" she pulled on his shaft.

"Yes, honey," he told her. "Just looking at you gets me excited."

"Just by looking?" she asked. "Really?"

"Uh huh," he smiled at her. "Of course, what you're doing now is nice
too."

Amanda kissed him again as her hand started pumping his cock faster. It
was getting even bigger as she held it. Her little hand hardly fit
around it.

"Daddy?" she said. "You wanna know something?"

"What, sweetie?"

"I get excited too," she said. "Just from looking at you. Sometimes I
get excited just from thinking about you."
"That's wonderful, honey," he told her. "That happens to me too. We must
really be in love, huh?"

"Yes," she said. "We really are."

They kissed again. Letting their lips and tongues communicate their
passion and love. Amanda's hand slowed as she concentrated more on
kissing him.

"Get on top of me, sweetie," John suggested. Amanda quickly climbed onto
him and sat on his stomach. He pulled her head down and kissed her.
Amanda could feel his cock rubbing against her leg. She started to move
down.

When the tip just touched her pussy her head was on his chest. She
kissed his strong chest and reached between them. She grabbed his shaft
and held it while her dad pushed her hips back. The head slipped into
her and she let go.

John felt his cock enter her. He closed his eyes to savor the moment.
When he opened them his daughter had her hands on his chest and was
pushing herself back, taking his long, thick pole into her once again.

"Oh daddy," she cried. "Oh... Yes... So tight! Oh, God! Yes!... It's...
so... wonderful." She had him completely inside her. John held his
daughter's hips and started fucking his cock into her. His cock was
sliding easier now. Amanda was getting the dreamy look he'd come to
recognize as the first stage of her orgasm. It wouldn't be long now...

"OH YES! OH DADDY! Yes! OH! YES!" she cried out. John worried that Jen
might hear her but it was too late for that. He was about to cum too.

"OH! Baby! Yes!" he cried just as loudly as she had. "Oh, take it. Yes!"

Amanda rested her head on his chest. They both were breathing heavily.
She recovered faster and started pulling herself up. His cock slowly
pulled out of her.

"I love you daddy, mmm" she said as she kissed him. "I wish I could wake
up like this everyday. Wouldn't that be wonderful? We could do it every
morning."

"I'd love that too, dear," he confessed. "We'll try to find as many
chances as we can but we have to be careful your mom doesn't find out."
"I know," she pouted. "But I want to be with you so much. Sometimes I
just can't help myself."

"It's okay," he told her. "I have trouble too. We still have to be
careful. That's all I'm asking."

"Sure dad," she promised.

She cuddled on his chest while her body still glowed from doing it. She
never wanted to move.

"Sweetie?" he said. "Uh, sweetie, I have to go. I mean, to the
bathroom."

"Oh sorry, dad." She rolled off him and watched him walk across the room
to her bathroom. His naked butt looked so tight and cute. Just looking
at it made her happy inside.

When he returned, Amanda was sitting on the bed. The covers had gotten
thrown off when they made love and he could see her in her naked glory.
He loved looking at her in all the sexy clothes she wore but this was
even better. She was so cute. So sexy.

He was getting excited again. His cock started to grow and get hard even
as he walked back to the bed. Amanda's eyes got wider the closer he got.
She was staring right at his groin. When she licked her lips he almost
lost it.

With out saying a word she crawled to the edge of the bed and stood
there on her hands and knees. She started licking her lips continuously.
John knew what she wanted.

"Daddy," she asked timidly, "would you like me to suck it again? You
really seem to like that and, well, I like it too."

He walked up to the edge of the bed, right in front of her. "Sweetie,
you can do that anytime. I love it when you suck it. I just can't
believe you want to do it."

Amanda kissed his cock and then sucked it into her loving mouth. As he
watched her licking and sucking it his hips began to buck involuntarily.
She was getting very good at this. If she kept at it much longer he'd
cum again. That would be great but he had another idea. He gently
pushed her head back. She reluctantly released his cock from her lips.
"Am I doing it right, dad?" she asked suddenly worried that she'd done
something wrong.

"Oh yes, but," he said. "Stand up."

Amanda did as he asked. Her head was now slightly higher than his. His
cock was rubbing against her thigh. She put her hands around his neck
and kissed him.

John pulled her tight, holding her ass. When Amanda's legs went around
his middle he started letting her down. His cock found the entrance to
her pussy all on its own and she settled down on it. They kept kissing
while his shaft slid into her.

"Oh daddy!" she said. "This is one of my favorite ways."

John liked it too. She was so light. It was so easy to hold her and fuck
her.

Amanda recalled all times they'd done it like this. They were some of
the best times. The absolute best of all times was two weeks ago when he
held her like this in the shower at the hotel. She'd cum so hard she
almost passed out.

"Dad," she asked. "Can we do it in the shower?"

John grinned. He realized how much she had liked doing it there. He'd
loved it too. "Of course," he told her.

With his cock still buried deep inside her, he carried her to her
bathroom and pulled back the shower curtain. He held her with one hand
while he started the water. When the temperature was right he stepped
in...

...and almost fell on his ass. The shower floor was very slippery. He
held onto the shower head and got his balance.

"Whoa," he cried. "Hold on."

"Daddy!" she cried in fear.

"I've got you, baby."

John got his balance back and stepped out of the tub. This wasn't going
to work. "I'm sorry, sweetie."
"It's okay," she said but her voice told a different story. She really
wanted them to make love in the shower. Perhaps there was a way.

Before he could think of all the dangers of this other way, John pulled
her tight, kissed her and then carried her out of the bathroom. When he
opened her door and started down the hall Amanda was shocked.

"Where are we going, daddy?"

"To my shower. It won't be slippery in there."

"But what about mom?"

"What about her?"

If he thought it was okay, it must be. She held him tight as he carried
her into the master bedroom. They were both naked and his cock was deep
in her pussy. Mom was sleeping on the bed, still in her party clothes.
It looked like she hadn't moved all night.

"She's not dead, is she dad?"

John was feeling no fear. He should have, he knew. This was the most
reckless thing he'd ever done, but he made it even worse. With his
daughter's naked body still in his arms he walked over to the bed and
looked at Jen. She was breathing.

"She's okay," he told his daughter. "She'll be out for a while longer."

John carried her into the bathroom and Amanda forgot all about her mom
being in the next room. Her dad started the water and this time he
didn't slip. They started doing it again. It was as wonderful as she'd
hoped.

"OH DADDY!" She was yelling again. John knew it was much more dangerous
now. He tried to stop her but he couldn't. The only thing that would
make her quiet was to stop fucking his big cock into her and he wasn't
about to do that.

Miraculously, Amanda's screams did not seem to have awakened Jen. She
got control of herself and now when she felt the need to yell she buried
her face in her dad's chest. She was doing that a lot now since he was
really pumping his cock into her.
"Oh my fucking head," John heard and froze. It was Jen. She'd woken up
after all. "You in the shower, John?"

"Uh, yeah," he said. He pulled Amanda off his cock and held her in front
of him as he faced the back wall. Amanda could feel his still hard cock
pressed between them.

Jen sat on the toilet and peed. Then she took some pills out of the
medicine cabinet and swallowed them. "My fucking head is pounding." She
explained as she left.

Amanda was trembling with fear. She was sure her mom had caught them.
Only her daddy's strong arms holding her kept her from collapsing to the
floor.

"It's okay," he told her. "She's gone."

"What are we gonna do, daddy?"

"Can we finish what we started?" he asked.

"Really? Is it safe?"

"Probably not," he admitted. "But I have to make love to you. I just
have to."

"I love you daddy," she said as he lifted her back up. Her hand fit his
big, hard cock into her again and they resumed.

It didn't take long before Amanda was cumming. Her dad wasn't far behind
her. She heard him grunt and then his cock started going off inside her.
She'd never get tired of that wonderful feeling.

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Chapter 14 - Hangover

Jen stumbled back to bed. She wasn't anywhere near ready to get up. She
only hoped the aspirin she'd just taken would work by the time she got
up. She was still in the clothes from last night. She stripped them and
left them in a pile by the bed. Naked now, she crawled under the covers.

John obviously hadn't slept there. He probably had slept in the guest
room. He'd done that a few other times when she'd gotten that drunk. She
must have woke up when he started the shower.

She was in bad shape this time, she realized as she drifted back to
sleep. She couldn't even see clearly. Some things were double. It even
looked like John had four feet...

John peeked out of the bathroom. Jen was out again. He waved Amanda out
and she scurried across the room and out the door. John grabbed some
clothes and followed her, still naked and not wanting to spend an extra
minute in the same room with his wife. He got dressed in Amanda's room.

"How about I take you out for breakfast?" he asked as he pulled his
zipper up. "Anything you like?"

"Hmmmm," she said. "That does sound nice. I am hungry."

So they left for the day. John didn't intend to be back until late.
Perhaps, very late.

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Jen woke for the second time some hours later. The house was quiet. Her
head still hurt but it was almost bearable. Her mouth was dry and her
stomach was very queezy. She'd slept for almost ten hours but she still
felt like shit.

She got up and threw on some jogging pants and an old sweatshirt. She
didn't even bother with underwear or shoes. She went down to the
kitchen, still a little unsteady on her feet, and fixed a strong pot of
coffee. She wasn't even surprised that John and Amanda were gone.

As she sat at the kitchen table and sipped her coffee, Jen remembered
everything that had happened the night before. Unlike some fortunate
souls, Jen could remember what she did when she was drunk. She could see
it all clearly and she was ashamed.
"My god," she sobbed. "He must hate me." She buried her head in her
hands.

Everyone saw her. She was so drunk. She knew that she'd embarrassed
John. In his own office. In front of the people he worked with. At his
own party, for Christ's sake.

Why? Why had she lost it so badly? So what if he was dancing with
Amanda. You knew he was going to. What was wrong with it anyway? Fathers
dance with their daughters all the time. Daddy danced with me when I was
a little girl. Why did it bother me so much?

Amanda's crush. God she had it bad. John was just blind, that must be
it. He can't understand what's going on. It's not his fault. He was
never a young girl. If he'd only listen to me.

He won't do that now. Certainly not after last night. I've been driving
him away. It's my fault too. I've let myself go. Look at John. He's four
years older than I am but he's kept in great shape. Okay, I've had a
baby and that ruined my figure. But that was thirteen years ago. I've
used it as an excuse.

I'll go on a diet. I'll start working out. Maybe I can start going to a
gym. When I'm more attractive, then John will stop paying so much
attention to Amanda. He'll see that I can make him happy in ways she
never could. I'll make him remember what it was like when we were first
married. He couldn't keep his hands off me then.

I need to get Amanda to listen too. She's just a kid. She doesn't know
what she's doing. How it effects her dad. It is actually a good thing
for her to have a strong relationship with her father. It is. But she
needs a mother too. Especially at her age. She's going to have feelings
she won't understand. I need to be there for her.

She is growing up. I haven't wanted to let her. She was such a cute
baby. Always smiling. Happy. But she can't stay little forever. She's
becoming a young woman. She'll do it rather I like it or not.

I should be taking her to the mall, not John. He just lets her buy
anything she wants. I could help her find nice things. Pretty things.
Yes, even sexy things, but things a girl like her could wear. She
doesn't even have the curves to wear half the stuff she's got. It'll be
years before her boobs will be big enough for all those tops. They just
look silly on her now.
I have to change. I have to show them how much I need them, how much
they need me. How much I love them. If I don't I'll lose them. I'll
lose them both. But they won't just believe me if I tell them. I'll have
to show them. That's what I'll do. They'll see a new me. A better me.
I'll be the wife John should have and the mother Amanda needs.

Jen went back up to her room to get dressed. She looked at all the
clothes in her closet. Almost none of them fit. Her tight jeans she
hadn't worn in years. John always liked her in them. The pretty dresses
she'd wear when he took her out. I'm going to get back into them.

She found a nice sweater. It was a little tight around the middle but
not too bad. None of her nice pants would fit. She got a plain skirt. It
wasn't great, but at least it was better than the rags she'd been
wearing.

She took her selections and laid them on the bed. In her lingerie drawer
she saw her lacy bras and silky panties. They too no longer fit. She'd
have to loose four inches around the middle and at least a cup size on
top. She sighed, "Well, at least I'll look decent even if I'm in granny
panties under it all."

Before she got dressed she needed a shower. A long, hot shower. It felt
good to stand in the steamy shower and let the water fall on her. Her
hair was a mess. She washed it twice and then conditioned it. She used
to have such nice hair.

At the mirror she brushed her hair out and tried to style it into
something a little more appealing. That was going to take a trip to the
salon. At least it was clean, that was better than it usually was.

Jen got dressed and looked at herself in the mirror. It wasn't as good
as she'd hoped. She still looked frumpy. She frowned at the middle aged
woman looking back at her. 'Of course he doesn't more attractive than
her. How could he when I look like this?'

But, she wasn't going to give up. She went back to the bathroom and put
on makeup. She had gotten out of the habit of wearing makeup everyday.
It had been too much of a bother. But now she needed the help, the color
the cosmetics could give her. It would also hide the huge bags under her
eyes. 'Maybe I should talk to Sue. She had that face lift last year.'

By noon Jen was as attractive as she'd been in over a year. She looked
at herself in the mirror again and was partially pleased. There was
improvement. A lot of work would be needed to look like she wanted butthis was a start.

Now that she was almost presentable, she started getting the house in
top shape. She was going to be the perfect housewife. She started in the
master bedroom. She stripped the bed and carried the sheets out. When
she got to Amanda's door she paused, dropped the sheets and went in and
stripped her bed too.

"That's funny," she said. The middle of Amanda's bed had a wet spot. She
hadn't wet her bed since before she started school. It didn't look like
pee. Jen sniffed her finger and recognized the scent.

She must be masturbating, she reasoned. The girl's hormones were raging.
It might have happened for Amanda like it had for her. One night when
she wasn't much older than Amanda, Jen felt an ache 'down there'. She
had started to rub it and the ache went away. Another night it ached
again so she rubbed it and the ache changed into a nice feeling.

In a few weeks she was rubbing herself every night. Her mom had caught
her one time and they had a long talk about sex and boys and feelings.
She needed to have that talk with Amanda. She was already having the
feelings.

'When she realizes her dad doesn't think about her the way she thinks he
does she might do something rash,' Jen thought. That was something she
had to worry about. 'What if she found some older boy to take his place?
A boy that would use her? It would be better if she kept her crush on
John than that.'

Jen sat on her daughter's bed and considered that. If she tried to
separate them too fast it might be worse than anything. She'd have to
tolerate the silly looks, the almost innocent touching. She couldn't
risk the possible consequences.

She gathered up the sheets and pillow cases and dumped them on the pile
in the hall. She then picked the whole thing up and carried it to the
basement.

'I should wash the guestroom sheets too,' she remembered as she loaded
the washer. 'John must have slept on them last night.' But the washer
was going to be full with the things she had. It was so full she had to
repeatedly adjust it. That was when she found John's underwear. It must
have been mixed in with the sheets. Funny, she hadn't noticed it when
she stripped their bed.
While the sheets washed she went to the market. She was going to fix
John's favorite dinner, steak and potatoes. She was going to have it all
ready when they got home, she'd only have to put the steaks on. She'd
fix a nice salad for herself. 'My diet starts now!'

The rest of the afternoon she kept herself busy. She cleaned the house,
dusting for the first time in months. She set the dining room table
with the better china and flatware. She even put out wine glasses.

To show Amanda how she was going to accept her growing up she even put a
wine glass at her place. One glass of wine wouldn't hurt her. She baked
the potatoes and made the salad.

The one thing she forgot was to change the sheets in the guestroom. It
had just completely slipped out of her mind when she got busy with her
other tasks.