She was so overjoyed that she could go with her dad that she hurried through breakfast. She rushed out of the kitchen without saying a word to her mom. She decided to wear a short set with matching top, which had a built in bra.
“Well isn’t that a nice kettle of fish,” Martha shouted.
“What did you expect dear you were rude to her? After all she is just here seeking our advice.”
“I suppose you are right, but I hate it, she only comes around when she has a problem.”
“Now you know that is not true, she did come over and help when you sprained your ankle last summer. She also invited you to dinner many Sunday’s and you did not go, because you’d rather go to church. Now excuse me for saying it, but you will not go to hell for missing one Sunday.”
“Bill, don’t blaspheme! You know the church is important to me, it should be for you too.”
He frowned, and answered back, “And your daughter isn’t. I see where your loyalty lies.”
He then hurried out of the room before her wrath lit into him once more.
He stopped by Ruth’s room, looked around to see that Martha was not in earshot, winked, and hinted. “Grab some extra things in case we get stranded, after all we might.”
She smiled and just nodded her head. She then grabbed a few items and stuffed them in her big purse. After all, that's why she bought it.
He hurried into the bedroom and as usual grabbed the small overnight bag he kept packed for trips just in case he got stranded. Now there’s a thought, stranded with Ruth, hum!
He looked up in time to catch himself from saying anything further as Martha was standing on her hips at the door.
She wondered why he went hum, but maybe it was because he was happy to be going to see his son. After all sixty miles is a long ways to be away from one’s child. However, the courts ordered it, when he was caught shoplifting, and deemed to be mildly mentally challenged and according to them, needed to live in an independent setting, a group home.
She brushed back the tears; at least he calls his mom every weekend and says he is happy.
“Bill, please don’t forget the cookies, the sweater, and those books Jimmy likes to read.”
“Yes dear, you’ve reminded me a thousand times already. It will be nice for him to see Ruth again.”
“Yeah it would, I don’t know why they cannot visit him themselves,” she grumbled.
“Well it’s time to go dear; I love you and will phone you when we get there.” He kissed her, and then headed toward Ruth’s room to see is she was ready.
Ruth met him half way and chirped, “As soon as I go to the bathroom, I’ll be ready to go.”
“Okay honey, see you in the car.”
They told Martha good-bye and drove off down the road to visit her brother.
They drove a few miles when she looked over at her dad and squealed, “Aren’t you glad that ole battle ax did not come this time.”
“Yes and no, Jimmy will miss seeing his mom, but he will be delighted to see you. How long has it been now?”
“About a year I suppose, I’ve made an effort to see him, but Randy hates him, and I do not like going alone.”
“You could have called me Ruth.”
“I did several times; Mom said you could not miss church.”
He grumbled under his breath, “Well I could of, but there would have been hell to pay.”
Ruth laughed, and blurted out, “Oh no, hell fire and brimstone, you might go to hell for missing one Sunday.”
They both laughed. “It’s good to see you laughing again. Now tell me what is going on between you and Randy?”
“Well I will give you the short version, as the long one is rather boring. He works too many long hours, thinking we need the money. He comes home too tired to do much but eat and go to bed. Plus we hardly have sex anymore, and I feel neglected. I want to have a whole house full of kids, and at least one by now.”
She broke down into tears, and blurted out, “He won’t even discuss it, without yelling it’s probably my fault we don’t have kids.”
“Aww move across the seat honey, let daddy hold you.” He put his arm around her, and let her sob. “Let me talk to him when we get back, I am sure from a man’s point of view he will understand what you need.”
She wiped the tears from her eyes, and a smiled crossed her face. “Oh will you daddy, I would really appreciate that.”
“You know me; I’ll do anything for my baby-girl.”
She leaned up and kissed his cheek, “Thanks daddy.”
“You're welcome. Now tell me, are you getting laid, like you deserve to be?”
She laughed, “You know I am not.”
He laughed, “Well neither am I so looks like we are in the same boat. I have an idea.”
She grinned mischievously. She knew that when daddy had an idea with her in mind, it meant something sexual and she asked, “What’s that?”
He smiled, and suggested, “Take off those damn shorts and panties. I want to play with you in the car, no one will see us. Better put the towel I have in the glove box under your ass, I don’t want you to stain the seat. Your mom will have a fit, and ask what is its. Besides I do not want her catching on to what we do when alone in the car.”
By that point she was already wet and horny, and took them off, without hesitation. She lay down on the seat like she had numerous times before and let daddy fondle her pussy.
Daddy’s cock hardened as his fingers separate her slit, in search of Ruth’s sensitive clit. He rolled, pulled, and pinched, harder and faster as she neared climax.
It wasn’t long till she covered his hand with her juices. He placed his cum coated fingers in his mouth and savored his daughter’s nectar.
His cock leaked pre-cum like mad. He looked down at her and asked, “Now what are you going to do?”
She smirked, blushed, and replied, I cannot do that while you are driving!”
“Do what honey?”
“Ride your dick!”
“Oh I see, well give me a few minutes sugar and you can.”
She gave him a puzzled look until he pulled off the main highway onto a gravel road. The thoughts of yesteryear came rushing through her mind. Of the many late nights they fucked along a gravel road when she was just twenty. After they went to the store for milk at the last minute, when dad told mom they needed some.
Fifteen minutes past. He pulled the car off to the side of the road and bellowed, “Well Ruth, Daddy is not driving now!”
He took off his pants and she gasped he was wearing no underwear.
She removed her top as he scooted over in the seat away from the steering wheel. He pulled her close, and helped her to straddle him.
They kissed deep as daddy guided his prick into her hot-box. They kissed releasing all the pent up passion within them.
He sucked, and bit her nipples one then the other as Ruth rid him hard. She slammed her cunt down on his pole fucking him deep and hard.
It didn’t take her long to shriek, “Ooooh daddy, fuck me make me cum!”
He kissed her deeply, and then shouted, “It’s been too damn long since daddy has fucked like this! I cannot hold back much longer.
His cock went ridged and exploded deep inside her and shouted, “Oh fuck, I am cumming Ruth!”
His seed went deep inside her, and it triggered her own climax, “Oooooh daddy, I am cumming!”
He held her there basking in the moment, with tears running down his face. “Oh god that was good, you do not know how much I miss fucking you honey.”
“Yeah I do, as I miss you just as much, but Randy would not understand—never in a million years.”
“I know honey, so let’s keep this between us okay.”
She then looked at him and sputtered, “We cannot go see Jimmy like this he would be able to smell the sex on us.”
Daddy thought for a moment then spoke, “You are right, how about I get us a hotel room, and then we freshen up and then go see him. No one will ever know.”
Ruth looked down and frowned, “Except mom, knowing her she is bound to find out.”
He thought for a minute or two, then suggested. “I have an idea that might work. It’s five o’clock now, how’s about I get the room, we go visit Jimmy than I call her around eight pm. I can tell her I had a flat tire, and it’s too late to get it fixed tonight. I can get it fixed in the morning and be home by noon. She will think I am not lying as she doesn’t know crap about cars, or flat tires, or anything.”
Ruth pondered the idea, and then spoke, “You know, that’s a great idea, it might just work.”
“Besides, it will give me time, to spend a whole night fucking you my darling daughter.”
“Yeah, it would, who cares about sleep.”
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