It was a good thing we didn't succumb to the temptation of enjoying each other again. God knows I wanted to. I had gotten used to the celibate married life and had forgotten how intoxicating pussy was, even if it was my own daughter's. Instead of dropping on the bed again, we cleaned up, both ourselves and the house. By noon, my wife, Carol, had returned from her sister's. We apologized to each other for the stupid argument, and sat down for lunch. I mentioned to Carol that Cassie was going to come back home for a while, while her troubles with Bobby got sorted out. Carol agreed. Cassie squeezed my thigh under the table as she said, "Thank you, Daddy."
Carol volunteered to set up the guest bedroom while Cassie and I went to the apartment to get her things. On the way, Cassie again put her hand on my crotch, rubbing my re-forming hard-on. "I owe you big time, Daddy. How would you like me to pay you back?"
Putting my free hand around her neck and fondling her blouse covered breast, I replied, "I'll be collecting my rent weekly, Cass." In answer, she ducked down while fishing my cock from my pants. "Cass! What the fuck?" I stammered, taking my eyes off the road for a brief moment. I watched as her lips ovalled around my shaft while she hummed along with the radio.
She disengaged for a moment, looked me in the eye, "I'm giving you the first installment of the rent, Daddy." She returned to her task, swallowing at least half of my now fully hardened dick.
"But, Cass, I'm driving," I replied, one hand on the wheel, the other tangled in her hair.
She pulled off again, "Don't you want a little 'road head'?" She started licking my helmet like a popsicle. Trying to concentrate on my driving, I didn't answer. "Oh, my God, Dad. Don't tell me Mom never gave you a blowjob in the car."
"Honestly, Cass, she only blew me once. We were parked. She hated it. Almost threw up. She's never done it since."
Taking my hand off her head and placing it on the wheel, she said. "You drive. I'll suck."
She took me to the root, mildly gagging on me while I tried to concentrate. Lucky for us, there was no traffic. I was all over the road. "Oh God, Cass... so good... your mouth feels... ahhh... so good." She began humming again, sending jolts from my balls to my brain. "Fuck, Cass... You're gonna... make me... cum... if you're not... careful."
She let me slip from her warm, wet mouth, but still licked up and down my length. "When I was sixteen, I used to hear you and Mom fucking at night when you thought I was asleep. I'd finger myself, dreaming it was you fucking me rather than Mom." She licked some more as she jacked on my staff. "Mom was always quiet, but you were not. I could always tell when you came. It was so hot. I tried to cum with you." She enveloped me again, sucking in earnest. I glanced down watching her head bob. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that her hand was down her pants.
I thought to myself, 'She's been wanting this for a long time.' I made a mental note to suck her fingers when we were done.
Her mouth was like wet velvet. My hips started moving, occasionally lifting off the seat to feed her more of me. In my efforts to stay on the road, we were going much slower. "Jesus, girl... I'm gonna... gonna cum... Fuuuuuck!" I stepped on the brake and steered to the edge of the road just as I let loose. My eyes scrunched shut as I grunted, loud and long, my cock spitting gobs of creamy, warm cum into the back of my not-so-little girl's mouth. I stopped cumming but she kept on sucking. She went stiff and I could hear muffled moans as her orgasm swept over her.
Finally, she let my spent prick slither out of her mouth. She licked her lips, making sure not to waste any of me. She then pulled her hand from her pants, bringing it up to her mouth. I grabbed her hand, redirecting it to my mouth, carefully sucking her essence from each of her fingers before kissing her on the mouth. She was sweet and sticky. I was salty and creamy. We shared each other for a good three minutes before breaking the kiss and getting back on the road.
