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Daddy's Lessons II

Mat wakes up to the smell of Abigail’s pussy. He slept on the pillow she fucked last night, and her faint scent still on it gives him an insane case of morning wood. He goes to his master bathroom and has to rub one out before he can even take a piss. He knows it's wrong, but he can't help but think about his daughter humping that pillow, her delicate hand between her thighs, the noises she made. He strokes his engorged cock until his aching balls finally get some release, cumming just as much as he did last night.

Abby wakes up and the first thing she does is hump her own pillow. Now that she knows she can get off that way, she is eager to do it again. She slips off her panties this time, places her bare pussy against her pink pillow, and rides it. She thinks about her dad. About his dark eyes watching her, his big strong body, his masculine hands. She hopes he did touch himself last night. The idea makes her feel powerful, wanted, a feeling she's never had before.

They both get ready for the day, Mat almost afraid to see Abby. Will it be awkward? Will she regret what happened? Be upset with him? Mostly he's worried he'll get hard at the wrong time, which would be any time he’s in front of her. He doesn't regret helping her, but he does regret being turned on by it. Either way, it was a one time occurrence. Now his girl knows how to pleasure herself, and she can do it without him.

Abby is excited to see her dad. She showers and gets dressed, leaving her beautiful face untouched by makeup, her long hair straight down her back. She goes to the kitchen and Mat’s already there, making her breakfast. He glances at her, sees that she’s smiling, and smiles in return.

“Morning, beautiful.”

“Morning, daddy,” she replies, pecking him on the cheek. Being in each other’s presence is easier than they anticipated. They eat together, finding topics that have nothing to do with last night, laughing together like they always do. They’re both thinking about last night, but neither of them show it.

A couple weeks pass the same way. Mat goes to work managing the railyard in the industrial depot, Abby sitting in school, both of them thinking about each other every day. They still eat dinner together, watch movies or lounge around the house. Winter is approaching and it’s the rainy season, so occasionally they’ll sit on the large covered porch while it’s pouring, Abby snuggling on Mat’s lap, talking about whatever comes up. Abby goes out with her friends, always home by curfew, Mat waiting in the livingroom for her to make it home safely.

Abby tries to get herself off every time the mood strikes her, which is fairly frequent; at least twice a day, sometimes more. There’s a few guys who are giving her a lot of attention lately, and while she likes it, she’s curious why she isn’t as interested in them as before. Soon Abby begins to realize she wants attention from Mat more than anyone. Maybe it’s because she doesn’t really remember her real dad and she’s seeking to fill a void, but that can’t be it. Mat has been a wonderful father to her for the last seven years. She has a feeling it’s just Mat himself. He’s so sweet, sensible, smart and capable. He’s handsome, his masculinity something she loves about him. He’s a man, someone she has always liked to please. Now she just thinks about pleasing him in different ways.

Driving home from her friend’s house, she shakes her head. She has to stop thinking this way. It’s not as if anything would ever happen between them.

“In here, baby,” Mat calls out when she walks through the front door. She enters the kitchen finding Mat freshly showered, in nothing but drawstring pants, hair still wet. “Did you have fun?” he asks, wrapping one arm around her for a hug. She nods against him, smelling body wash on his dark skin. His chest is hard with a little bit of hair in the center. He’s forty years old, but he could easily pass for a decade younger.

Sensing that she wants to draw out this hug, Mat sets down his cup and wraps his other arm around her, holding her to him.

“Are you ok?” he asks after a minute.

“Yeah. I’m going to go to bed,” Abby says, sadness suddenly striking her.

“Ok, sweetheart,” her dad says, trying to hide his worry as he watches her walk away. He doesn’t like when she isn’t herself. She’s usually always happy.

An hour later when Mat is in his own bed, he hears Abby lightly knock on his open door.

“Come in,” he says, and she enters. Wearing shorts that may as well be underwear and a tight t-shirt, she walks to Mat’s bedside.

“Can I lay with you?” she says, and he doesn’t hesitate to pull back his covers for her. She climbs in beside him and he pulls her close, kissing the top of her head.

“You ok?” he asks again, and she nods.

“Just missed you,” she answers lightly, but honestly, pulling her head back to look at him. He smiles his warm smile at her, and she reacts. If you ask her why she did it, she wouldn’t have an answer. As natural as instinct, Abby leans her head forward and kisses her dad on the lips. It’s just a peck, but it’s enough to startle him. He stares at her, and after a moment, he leans in to kiss her again. A little more than a peck, his mouth moves against hers, though he pulls away after a few seconds. Abby is disappointed. Mat is trying not to get aroused, ashamed of himself.

“Will you show me my g-spot?” Abby suddenly says. So much for not getting aroused. Mat doesn’t answer, afraid of what will come out of his mouth. Abby realized, as she lay in her own bed, that she was sad because she wanted more. More attention from Mat, more to happen between them, more because she’s always so horny and her pillow isn’t enough anymore. So she’s trying to be bold and get what she wants.

“Please dad? I still can’t find it when I touch myself.” The seconds pass, and blush creeps into her face, worried he’ll turn her away.

He very seriously considers it, too. This is his daughter, he can’t touch her that way.

In the faint light illuminating the room, Mat can see that Abby really wants this. He won’t admit it to anyone on earth, but he’s been wanting the same thing ever since that night he watched her have her first orgasm. He hoped he could let it go, that they would both move on, but every time he jacks off now, it’s his daughter he thinks of. The smell of her pussy on his pillow is gone now, and he would love to catch her sweet scent again, maybe even taste it…

Abandoning his internal battle of right and wrong, he simply says, “Yeah, I’ll show you.” Abby is surprised. So is he. “Lay on your back,” Mat says before he changes his mind, and she turns. He positions himself at her side, lowering himself, face by her chest. “Take these off,” he instructs, pulling at her booty shorts. She does, hands trembling. Though she’s protected beneath the comforter, Mat’s low voice is already making her heart pound. She wants this, but she’s reverted back to her innocent self; nervous from inexperience.

Mat touches her leg, staring into her big blue eyes, trying to separate his conscious from himself. She wants this, and much as he might deny it, he wants to give it to her. His rough hand glides up her thigh, opening her legs a little.

“Are you sure?” he asks, and she nods, chest rising and falling. Mat brings his hand up to his mouth, sucks two of his fingers, and puts them back between her legs. Holy fuck, she thinks, why did he do that?

Mat touches her for the first time, and both of them sigh in response. He starts rubbing around his daughter’s clit, and her back arches a little, mouth hanging open. She loves it, legs opening more. His warm hand against her is incredible. He expertly feels around her petite slit, circling her already wet opening.

“Did you masturbate today?” he asks, and she nods. He shuts his eyes for a moment, his dick growing in his pants. He can tell. Pushing one finger inside her first, Mat forces her open, and she gasps. “Relax babygirl,” he tells her, working his finger into her. Abby’s breath is already ragged, staring into her dad’s hungry eyes. He moves in and out of her for a little while, working her up to the feeling. When he can’t take it anymore, he adds another finger. Abby moans, bringing Mat’s dick past full hardness. Fuck, she is tight.

“Your g-spot is right… here,” he says, pressing the pads of his two fingers up against it, and Abby’s shocks. Inhaling sharply, her head rolls back, body tensing from the violently delicious pulse he just sent through her.

“Can you feel that?” he asks, working his hand inside her.

“Yes,” Abby moans. He was right. She would definitely know if her g-spot was being touched. This is the best thing that’s ever happened to her. Mat gently strokes the soft spot, feeling pre-cum ooze out of his dick. Fuck, he wishes this wasn’t so damn amazing. He strokes her harder, and she arches

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