His sixteen-and-a-half-year-old daughter, Em (short for Emma), entered the kitchen as Matt finished his cereal, perched on the high stool by the breakfast bar. She exchanged a sly glance at her father and proceeded to get a dish from the cupboard. He could see that her short cotton nightdress did little to hide her rounded bottom. When she bent over to retrieve the milk from the fridge, she put her winking pussy on full view. But, they were well past that stage anyway.

His cock reacted as it had done for the last eight weeks. It stiffened, his body pumping blood into it as he swallowed the last mouthful of cereal.

Em turned around, put the milk on the table, and pulled the nightdress over her head. She bit her lip and dropped her clothes on the floor. She walked towards her father, her hand slipped under his dressing gown, and she sighed when she touched his hardness. Her hard nipples were crying out to be touched, sucked, licked, but Matt had never touched her. It was all her doing from the start. He just let her.

Pushing away the dressing gown, she cupped her father’s balls and wobbled them in her hand. The other hand busied itself on his shaft. Encouraging his dick to expand to its full length.

“I know it’s been a week, but you’re so hard this morning,” she commented.

Em lowered her body to let her nipple graze against his bulbous head.  She pulled on his cock for a few strokes and felt how solid his dick had become. She could see the desperation in her father’s face and decided to put him out of his misery. After all, he had work to go to, and she had school. She knew that by the time her mouth was over his cock he wouldn’t last long.

She watched his manhood struggle to compose itself. Struggle to hold itself back. She bent over and sucked his gleaming head between her lips. She swallowed half of his cock, concentrating on the spongy head for most of the time. One hand massaged the lower half of his shaft, and the other squeezed his balls. It was a relentless onslaught, and Matt could only sit back and watch as she worshipped and devoured his dick.

It was a loving ritual, and one that Em had practised every Friday for the last eight weeks. There was no rush on her part; at seven-thirty in the morning, she was up early for school, all she had to do was have breakfast, dress and catch the bus. Blowing her father on the way to school just made her morning even better.

All her father had to do was eat his cereal and drive to work in one of the city’s biggest engineering works. Their mother, Sandra, had already left for meetings in London. Sandra normally worked from home, but on Friday, she had to attend meetings to facilitate cross-pollination of ideas around a big table. It takes the whole day, including the train journey.

Which is how Em is bent at the waist, blowing her father’s cock before she eats breakfast. She prefers it this way around, because the taste of his spunk enhances the flavour of the muesli she eats. She’s been known to take a mouthful of cum, and let it pour from her mouth over the cereal. Eating both of them together with a little milk, of course. Today, she’s decided on a straight swallow and judging by the noises her father is making, she won’t have to wait that long. Her head bobs up and down on his shaft, gauging when would be a good time to swallow his eight inches whole, though today he seems a little bigger. Em lets her mouth descend on his cock, and pushes it down her throat until she’s sniffing on his hairy balls. She fucking loves doing it, loves the feel of his stiff dick sliding down her throat, while his cock pulses and roars. She feels his balls stiffen in her grasp. This is it, she thinks, any minute now. She pulls back for good measure, takes a gulp of air, and only reaches halfway down when his spunk shoots out of the end to meet her descending head. She pulls her head back, swallows what’s already in her throat and lets the rest pool into her mouth. Her gentle sucking on his crown ensures everything is in her mouth by the time she removes her lips. Nothing is lost to the outside world. Nothing.

It's a beautiful feeling when he shoots inside her. She feels powerful, in control, and it feels very loving, too. It’s almost as if she’s doing her father a favour by blowing his cock. It’s her way of keeping the family together.

She knows he needs it.

She’s known that since that time she came home from school early after having a small accident during sports. She heard noises upstairs, banging noises, and when she investigated, she found her father’s bottom crashing into some woman’s pussy, her legs splayed apart on his marital bed. This woman was moaning like fuck, and Em watched for a while before she made her presence known; then it was an oh-fuck moment for both of them. Em finally said that she’d be downstairs, giving them time to get their shit together and for the woman to leave.

Moments later, her father was not expecting to be having such a grown-up conversation with his daughter. Of course, he apologised profusely for being caught out, explained that she was a work colleague and that both of them were going through bad patches in their marriage. He told Em that sex between Sandra, his wife and him was almost non-existent. And while Sandra was in those London meetings cross-pollinating ideas, he was cross-pollinating his secretary from work.

She just turned it around on him and asked him if that was a good reason to jeopardise their family life. She told him that their mother would be devastated and that if he didn’t give up this other person and save the family, then she’d have to tell her mother. He found her attitude to his illicit affair remarkable. After a few days of thought, he had to agree with Em, and so he gave up his affair for the benefit of the family.

As the weeks went on, Em could see that her father was struggling. She heard frequent masturbation sessions emanating from his bedroom in the mornings. She nearly walked in on him once, but stopped herself when she heard the shower running. Even with her quick turnaround, she still noticed her father jerking off with his back to the bathroom door. She eventually felt sorry for him.

While she was fumbling around in the bike sheds and gymnasiums at school with boys who were mediocre at best, her father was getting nothing at home. And he seemed to be doing this for her benefit. Certainly not her mother's.

Friday was the one day her mother was absent from the house. The one day that she thought about whether she should do something for her father. See to his needs, after all, she had seen him in less clothes than he had seen her in recently, and he didn’t look that bad, physically.

And so, with heart-pounding trepidation, one morning she crept downstairs while her father was having breakfast. She did the same thing then that she had done for the last eight weeks. Bent over, displaying her bottom and pussy to her father’s gaze. She teased him relentlessly before making her move towards him. At all times, she remained an adult, in control and aware of the situation, and one morning she leaned in towards him, kissed him on the cheek, and whispered in his ear that she thought he was being extremely unselfish for the family, and that she would be unselfish too. The conversation was brief, especially when her hand reached inside his dressing gown, and her fingers encircled his cock to stroke it.

Her father couldn’t believe her actions at first, and yet he didn’t stop her, and he knew why. It was the teasing glimpse of her body in the previous weeks, all those hints of exposed sexual flesh, her small but puffy nipples in those billowing T-shirts and blouses, her ass on display in those cut-down shorts, and her pussy, winking at him whenever she bent over in front of him with no knickers on underneath. His masturbation sessions had even started to involve her, well, not her specifically, but a version of a much younger woman. Someone sexy, playful, maybe a baby girl role-playing teenager to his daddy persona. He never thought for one minute that it would be real.

But when he let Em grasp his cock for the first time, he nearly shot his load in seconds. It had been two days since he had masturbated, and her hand felt so good circling his dick. Slowly, she wrapped her fingers around it, felt it expand and grow to her slow strokes. She told him she just wanted him to feel good because he was doing this for her and the family, and so she was going to help him out.

He spurted all over her hand and soaked the inside of his dressing gown on that first time she pulled him off. She commented on how much he came and how quickly, too. He almost apologised at the breakfast bar for being so eager. She didn’t suck the cum from her fingers that first time; she just picked up a kitchen towel and wiped her hand.

“How do you feel?” she asked.

He just nodded, “Okay, good,” came the shocked reply.

“Same time next week,” Em said.

Her father nodded. Still not believing that it had happened, and so matter-of-factly as well. They both left the kitchen to dress and go their separate ways, and throughout the week, he pondered on what had happened and whether it should happen again. By the following Friday, he still hadn’t come to a sensible conclusion – one that indicated that it shouldn't happen again.

Em was up early that morning, and he was still lounging in bed, half fearful of meeting her and half wondering how he was going to explain that he couldn’t, shouldn’t be doing this. And yet, he knew what she would say. When he did go down for breakfast, they had that conversation, and he looked at her with pure love in his eyes, and they hugged, a little too close and moments later she was blowing him on the high stool.

His own daughter was sucking his cock. One step further than last time. He spurted hard, she swallowed, they kissed, and Em left him to his breakfast while she got ready for school. Her mind was swirling around in thoughts of how it all nearly came to an end after one encounter. At least now she had tasted him, and she knew she wanted more. Much more.

During the weekend and the rest of the week, though, she behaved herself, and so did he. They had to. There were furtive glances and some quick flashes of exposed skin, all of it sexual, but there was no contact until Friday morning.

For the last eight weeks, she had blown her father every Friday morning, and she had enjoyed every single moment of doing it. Mostly, she’d swallow, once she’d spat it over her cereal and ate the whole lot, and once she had deep-throated him. He seemed more than impressed at that, stating that he didn’t know how he and her mother could have produced a cock-sucker like that because Em was far more advanced and proficient at it than her mother was. That brought a huge smile to her face.

Once Em had finished blowing her father on this particular Friday, she sat up on the high stool and started on her cereal. Her father didn’t move but looked at her. Wondering what was going on inside her head. He wondered what would happen if her mother went away for longer periods or didn’t work from home so often. In those eight weeks, he had become a little resentful that Sandra did work from home, but nothing could be done about that.

And yet, he had never done anything for his daughter. He hadn't touched her, fondled her, or caressed any part of her other than the top of her head when he was about to spurt. They had kissed, but not as passionately as lovers do.

He made up his mind, this Friday morning was going to be different.

He made to leave the kitchen and went to his bedroom, contemplating how he was going to make it all happen. Then a thought occurred to him; he smiled inwardly, congratulated himself, and bit his lip in anticipation. He waited. He rehearsed the conversation a thousand times in his head and paraded around his bedroom with his phone in his hand. Practicing. He wanted to be pitch perfect, the right amount of concern to mask his real intentions.

Matt made his way to her bedroom. Em was inside, fully dressed in her school uniform, and she had just reached over to grab her satchel. She turned to find her father blocking her exit, naked and sporting a semi-hard on. He made that all-important eye contact with her, raised the phone and pressed the call option. Em watched him. They waited until the call connected.

“Could I speak with Mrs Henderson, please?” he asked.

Mrs fucking Henderson, thought Em, why was he calling her headmistress at the school? Her mouth dropped open.

“Hello, Mrs Henderson.” There was a pause, and then her father started speaking. “Mrs Henderson, I’m afraid Emma will not be attending school today. She’s come down with a bit of a fever. I’m not sure what it is, but her temperature is a little high, and I think she should stay at home today. We’ll see what she’s like over the weekend.”

There was another pause on the line; obviously, Mrs Henderson was speaking. Em was grinning from ear to ear. There were a few more pleasantries exchanged before her father ended the call.

“A fever?” Em asked.

“Well, you look fucking hot to me,” her father smiled. His cock twitched at the thought of what he had just done and what he had just said and what he was about to do. He put his phone on a nearby shelf.

“Knickers off.” He indicated with his wagging finger.

Em smiled. Oh-my-God, was this really happening? She hiked her skirt up and slipped her thumbs into her knickers, and pulled them down, letting them pool on the floor. She slowly stepped out of them as her father walked towards her, his cock elevating and growing with every step. He grabbed her by the shoulders and directed her backwards towards the bed. When her calves were touching the bed, he pushed her onto it.

She let out a yelp as she fell, her legs opened automatically. The invite was too much for her father, and she looked far too edible. He pushed her legs over her body, her short skirt fell onto her stomach, her white knee-length socks and shoes followed her legs, aided by his hands on the backs of her thighs. Her body was on automatic, and she opened them as she reclined.

Her father’s mouth was all over her glistening twat. Licking it from bottom to top, smothering her clit with the flat of his tongue. Eating her out was mild compared to the hunger boiling inside of him. Em moaned out loud and decided to dispense with any niceties. She said it how it was.

“Fucking eat me, Daddy.”

And eat her, he did. She moaned louder when his tongue slathered over her tiny back entrance, but she loved it when the tip entered her ass. But her father concentrated on her pussy the most, sticking his tongue inside her and fucking her with it as much as he could, licking her folds from bottom to top, and always stopping short of her little bud poking out of its hiding place. Lying in wait for the inevitable onslaught.

She screamed expletives when he finally flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit. Her body was in uproar, and all she could feel was the pleasure from a loving tongue. It was something her boyfriends, the few that had made it that far, didn’t have a clue about, and here was her father showing her exactly what a tongue was for. She felt every flick, every lick, every suck and every touch of his face on her sex; she loved every moment of it, and beneath all the pleasure was her pending orgasm. This was it, she thought. He’s making me cum. Daddy’s making me cum.

With that, she exploded onto his face. Her hands reached out to keep his mouth in one place while her spasms took over. Her legs shook, thighs clenched and unclenched, but always held open by her father’s hands. She could feel her hardened nipples rub furiously against her bra and top, and the school tie had a restricting effect on her urgent gasps when she started to come down from her climax.

Her father licked and listened. Not stopping until her orgasm was fully expended. He loved making his lovers climax in this way; it was the best feeling in the world, and his daughter was getting the best of him.

Her pussy dripped against his chin, and she seemed to ooze sexual juices all over his face. The remnants were weaving their way down and over her ass.

Raising himself from the floor, he allowed her thighs to splay open wider. He looked at his little girl, lying there, exposed and panting hard from her recent orgasm. He looked down at his throbbing cock and then back at her.

Em never said a word; she just nodded her head quickly. He leaned over her body, arms outstretched and supporting himself at her sides, he aimed his cock...