Tony tucked his deflated and tired member back into his shorts. He was running out of clean boxers. It was a good thing there was a load of clothes in the laundry, or he would have had to go commando. Then there wouldn't be any way to hide his hard-on that seemed to have become a regular thing around his daughter.
They exited the master bathroom together, his arm over her shoulders, her leaning into him, and both of them smiling like idiots.
Amanda went up on her toes, kissed him on the cheek, and said, "Thank you, Daddy, for being so understanding about all of this."
He looked down into her beautiful, blue eyes and said, "Of course, sweetie. Let's not talk about it around your mother, though, okay? She wouldn't be as understanding." He had a picture in his head of his wife hitting him with a frying pan and yelling at him to get out and never come back.
"No, Daddy. I won't say a thing." She smiled at him, cupped his cheek, and then skipped out the door.
He watched her firm, teenage ass jiggle as she bounced off to her room.
Just as she cleared the corner of his doorway, his wife appeared, looking down the hall at the retreating form of their daughter.
"What was that all about?" she asked.
Tony was a bit flustered as he had been having naughty thoughts about his girls' figure and was then faced with his wife. It was like a mental whiplash.
"Oh, she really needed to pee, and I was in the other bathroom, so I told her to use ours," he replied. To his ears, it sounded forced and guilty as hell. But apparently, it was plausible and just his conscience getting the better of him.
His wife replied, "Oh, okay. What do you want to do today?"
What he wanted to do was go back to bed, fall asleep, and recover from his multiple orgasms. But he couldn't tell her that.
So, what he said was, "Whatever you want, dear."
She smiled at him and told him about the list of stores they needed to go to so they could get supplies for his 'Honey-do" list she had planned for the day.
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That night, after his wife had gone to bed and his daughter had turned in for the evening, Tony went to his computer and logged in to the site. He had a few messages waiting for him. He smiled in anticipation and settled back to see what Younggirl had to say tonight.
Younggirl: I missed you today. I have so much to tell you.
Younggirl: I'm not even sure where to begin.
Younggirl: Maybe I'll wait until you're around; it might be easier that way. I need to process everything.
Youngirl: Why aren't you checking in? This is driving me crazy, not being able to talk about it. You are the only one who might understand and not judge me.
Younggirl: Not to be too personal, but I'm going to jill off a bit, and I'll check in later. The more I think about things, the hornier I am getting. This is nuts.
Younggirl: Okay, that was amazing. I came so hard. Where are you? Oooh, I have to wash my hands, my fingers are getting the keyboard sticky. :)
Younggirl: I have my volume turned up, so when you send me a message, I'll hear it. Can't wait to chat.
He couldn't believe it. She had been fingering herself while he had been working around the house. In the back of his head, he knew that she had probably done it before, but the fact that she was telling him and the images in his mind of her body in the throes of climax were making things stir again. Between the chores his wife had him do and the multiple orgasms, his back was rubbish. The moment his shaft started to inflate, he felt the pressure in his bad disc. He had to be cautious. The last thing he needed was to have a back spasm and need help while having his cock out and erect.
His lesser demons won out, and he decided to respond to the messages to see where the night went.
GrumpyOldMan: Sorry, I was MIA today. My wife and I were busy doing domestic stuff.
GrumpyOldMan: I was thinking about you, though. Is that weird and/or creepy?
GrumpyOldMan: I can't wait to hear your news. It must be a bit juicy if you felt the need to rub one out. :)
GrumpyOldMan: So, I'm here. Tell me about your day.
And then, he waited.
But he didn't need to wait long. The moment he was done sending the last message, the three typing dots appeared.
He realized he wasn't breathing. He should fix that, he thought to himself.
He intentionally took a deep breath in, held it for a count of three, then let it out slowly.
'This is going to be so weird,' he found himself thinking. Knowing what he knew but pretending not to know what he knew.
It was like being the narrator of his own story. Omniscient. Guiding the outcome while also being one of the characters in the narrative. How long would he, or could he, drag this out before he made a mistake or simply decided that he wanted his daughter to know who he was, so they didn't have to sneak around but could talk openly about their feelings?
It wasn't even the thought of having sex again with his daughter. It was amazing and freeing, not to mention one of the top three most amazing experiences of his life. But truth be told, he hadn't spent the past years lusting after her. It had really been a happy accident.
What he was really excited about was just being able to talk about his taboo feelings and desires with someone in the real world. The thought that that person would now be in his house was icing on the cake.
Not being able to express yourself or your feelings was a soul-crushing experience, and the fact that he had had to keep this bottled up inside of him for so long was like a cork had been pulled out of his emotional well, allowing a geyser of release to the pressure that had been building for decades.
He had been lost in contemplation and hadn't realized that she had responded with multiple messages already. The notification of incoming text seemed to be screaming at him from the screen.
Younggirl: OMG! I'm so glad you are here tonight. I would just burst if I couldn't talk about today with someone!
Younggirl: No, it's not weird or creepy that you are thinking about me. I find it incredibly sweet.
Younggirl: Truth be told, I was thinking about you today, too. Not only because of our great conversations, but because of what happened...
Here, there was a pause, as if she needed me to ask the question as a form of permission for her to talk about it.
GrumpyOldMan: So, what happened today? I'm really curious. And no judgements here. We have always told each other the truth. Whatever is said here stays between us. Besides, who would I tell? It's not like we know the same people.
There was another pause in her typing, and then those dots appeared. It was almost as if there were suspenseful music playing in his head as he waited. He knew the answer. But his heart was still racing, and his body started to tingle all over. He couldn't wait to hear it from her.
Younggirl: It was almost like you were psychic or had a premonition or something. After you asked me if I had ever thought about my dad's penis, I walked in on him by accident. He was stroking it, and from what I could see, it was so big, and hard, and he really seemed to be enjoying himself.
She continued to type as he read.
It was surreal to be reading about something that he had been a part of. Even so, he found himself getting a bit aroused by reading her account of the event. It was also difficult not to start typing and jump ahead in the story. He had to let her take the lead, simply being an observer in the telling of the events.
GrumpyOldMan: So, what happened next? Did you offer to help him? ;)
Younggirl: I left the room quickly. I was so shocked. But, from our conversation, I was also a bit aroused, and I wasn't prepared for how seeing that hard piece of flesh being stroked would affect me.
GrumpyOldMan: And how did it...affect you, that is?
Younggirl: It had me gushing with juices. I suddenly had to pee, but I was also feeling the start of an orgasm building deep in my cavern. Then, he came. My father actually came, with me standing in the room with him. I was mesmerized as his white cream exploded out of the pee slit on his penis. It was the most beautiful fountain I had ever seen. My pussy convulsed, and I orgasmed in front of my dad. I am not sure if he noticed, but it seemed to enhance the experience for me, as I've never had anyone watch me do it before. If I'm honest, I kind of liked it... a lot. :)
GrumpyOldMan: Believe me, he noticed. A man knows when a woman climaxes. It's a very distinctive body reaction. What happened next?
Younggirl: :) I was embarrassed, and I closed the door and ran to my parents' bathroom because I honestly thought I had peed myself. I have never cum so much before in my life. I could feel it running down my inner thighs. My legs practically glided together as I moved to their en-suite so I could clean myself up and finish relieving my bladder.
Tony flashed back to seeing his daughter on the toilet, her panties around her ankles, her smooth twat exposed to his gaze. He was still battling between seeing her as his daughter and as a young woman. It was both enticing and confusing, even after the events of the day.
Younggirl: Is this TMI? Should I stop? Are you horrified about what I've said so far? What are you feeling? I know we've talked about all sorts of things sexual, but that was fantasy, and this is real life.
GrumpyOldMan: That's okay. I am not judging at all. I am fascinated and dare I say it, a bit aroused. I want to hear more. Please, continue.
Younggirl: Well, as I finished relieving myself, my father barged into the bathroom, not realizing I was there. The front of his shorts was wet, and I could still see the bulge of his erection. I don't know what came over me. It was like I was in a trance, hypnotized by my father's cock. I suddenly had to have it. My whole body was tingling. The feeling was from my toes to my head. My heart was racing. The blood was pumping so hard it was like a roar in my ears. There was no other sound. I just motioned for him to come closer, and he obeyed. If he said anything, I have no idea what it was because of the roar.
I just pulled his full shaft out of the fly of his shorts, and my mouth started to water. I have to tell you, I have only sucked on a few dicks. It was alright, I guess. They felt okay in my mouth, and for the most part, they didn't taste terrible. But, when I felt my dad's penis rest on my tongue for the first time, the weight of it, and how it seemed to fit my mouth perfectly, as if it was made for me. It was where it was supposed to be, right where I wanted it. I had a mini-orgasm again just from the pleasure and taboo nature of the situation.
It pulsed in my mouth, as if it were more than just a part of him, but a living animal. It twitched and thrummed. The veins were like threads on a drill bit, adding traction to my lips and tongue, assisting me in screwing him in and out as deep as I could get him.
I'm getting wet again just telling you about it. The feeling was so freeing and wonderful and magical. I have honestly been the happiest I have ever been today. I can tell you that wasn't my feeling right after he finished shooting in my mouth, that's for sure. The moment I came down from my sexual high and was swallowing his sweet, salty, hot cum into my belly, I realized what I had done and panicked. But Daddy was so understanding and lovely, and he just told me that these things happen. I've always loved him; he's my dad after all. But after this morning, I think that love has grown. Not a full-on romantic love, but a much stronger love than a normal father/daughter love.
I'm sorry if I'm rambling. There are all these thoughts and emotions in my head, and I've had no one to talk to all day, as my Mom kept my Dad pretty busy with chores today. When I did see him, a warm feeling swelled in my chest, and I couldn't help but smile at the memories we'd created.
So, what do you think about all this? Have you fallen asleep, OldMan? Or are you jerking your cock, hoping to get a big, sticky load out of it before bedtime?
He had been doing a slow stroke of his shaft as he read the retelling of his daughter's point of view of their encounter just a few hours earlier. It was so sexy to hear her talk like this and to know what was going through her mind when she had taken his penis into her mouth. He had been worried as the day went on that she would come to her senses and start regretting the actions that he had come to put into a gallery of memories that were listed as the "Greatest Moments of His Life." Images that, when he eventually passed away, would be among the images that hopefully passed before his eyes.
There truly was no way he had enough sperm to cum again tonight. He was well and truly drained, but he was loving the feel of his cock in his hand. The way the skin slid up and over the muscle, and the way his pre-cum seemed to know just when to dribble out to give him some extra lubrication, so he didn't rub himself raw. It was kind of nice to be able to enjoy the little sensations for a change, as opposed to simply stroking to a climax. A little squeeze there, and a side stroke here. The change-up between hands so the stroke had a different feel.
Tony read all that his daughter had to say and dried off his hands on the towel so he could answer her questions.
GrumpyOldMan: I have not fallen asleep, I'm not that old...brat. :)
GrumpyOldMan: I think that it's amazing that you got to experience this after all we have talked about. You weren't looking for it. I'm not sure if your dad was either, but it sounds like he was not only very understanding about it, but that he liked it too. I can only imagine what it was like to have your cock enjoyed by a young, stunning woman. I haven't seen your face, but your body is gorgeous. There is a lot there to be aroused by. You'd have to be dead not to be turned on.
GrumpyOldMan: And, TBH, yes, I was stroking myself while you were sharing. I couldn't help myself. It was like one of my stories had come to life, and your words were forming pictures in my head; it was almost as if I were there, experiencing it myself.
At this, he smiled to himself. He wanted to go into her room and tell her who he was. Not so that they could have a sexual relationship. But, to let her know that he was still okay with what happened and to tell her that if the opportunity arose where they might need each other again or simply wanted to explore a little, he was willing and happy to be with her.
He honestly wasn't sure how long he was going to be able to continue this play of not letting her know the truth. It was already putting a strain on him. He was keeping the secret of his taboo desires along with the fact that he not only let his daughter blow him, but that he enjoyed it more than he'd enjoyed anything in years. His brain flashed back to the image of her beautiful face sliding back and forth as his steel rod disappeared between her lips. A small dribble of cum leaked out of the head. Just a drop or two, thick and creamy. It balanced on the tip for a moment until the contractions of his mini-gasm made his cock twitch. Then he watched as the drops slid down his length toward his pelvis.
Tony looked back at the screen and saw that he had missed a question from her.
Younggirl: Can I see?
Panic hit him. It wasn't like she hadn't already seen his naked penis. But what if she recognized it? He had to reveal his true identity in just the right way. If he cocked this up, she might get pissed at him. He didn't mind losing the sex, as it was only one time, so far. But he didn't want to alienate his daughter. So, he made up a shit excuse as to why he couldn't just then.
GrumpyOldMan: I can't at the moment. It's not that I don't want to. Fair is fair. I will, but my wife is just outside the door, and she will be coming to kiss me goodnight soon. It wouldn't do to have me taking photos of my swollen cock.
He hit Enter and waited. And waited. And waited.
Younggirl: I understand. I would never want to get you in trouble. I'm...
