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Replacing momA big thanks to Zoomie69 and Mark (I wasn’t able to get your lit name) who both edited this. ***** Chapter 1 – The Talk. “Come on, Megan…” Greg watched his wife continue to lie in bed while she read her tablet. She appeared to have no interest in what he was talking about. “Megan…” There wasn’t a response. “You can’t just stop having sex with me.” “I’m pretty sure I can,” she told him while continuing to look down. Greg took a deep breath. “Did I do something?” “Nope,” Megan coldly responded. “We need to talk about this.” “Aren’t we talking now?” she asked with her face still buried in the screen. Greg climbed up onto the bed, laid down next to his wife, and reached over to turn off her Kindle. Megan took an annoyed huff before setting the electronic reader down and looking at her husband. “We haven’t had sex in a year,” he told her while looking into her green eyes. “A year!” “And?” “And?” Greg laughed. “And!?” “Yeah, I haven’t been in the mood, Greg.” “For a year!?” he yelled. “How can you not be in the mood for an entire year?” “I’m just not,” she replied. “I told you I went to the doctor and she said this sometimes happens when you get older. That people can just lose interest in sex.” “She?” Greg raised his eyebrows. “Of course…” “What is that supposed to mean?” she huffed. “How about going to a male doctor?” Megan shook her head. “I’m not going to a male doctor!” He took a long exhale. “How about a blowjob then?” “We just did that.” “Excuse me?” Greg asked. “I just gave you one a while ago.” The dad had a shocked look on his face. “Megan…you gave me a blowjob on Halloween night…” “And?” she asked. “It’s fuckin’ April!” “Keep your voice down!” she scolded him. “Do you want Mia to hear her father whining like some teenage boy?” He rolled his eyes. “Whining? This is fuckin’ ridiculous! You can’t just deprive me of basic sexual needs and act like it’s not a big deal.” “It isn’t,” she argued. “Just go jerk-off or something.” Greg couldn’t help but smile. Here he was, a forty-one-year-old married father of one, masturbating more than he had as a teenager. “I’m done with that.” “Oh, you are?” Megan smirked. “Yeah, no more. We’re having sex or you’re giving me head or something.” The mom raised her eyebrows. “I don’t think so…” “Well…what about…if I…” “Don’t,” she interrupted. “You don’t even know what I was going to say!” “Yes, I do,” she shook her head. “And the answer is no!” “It wouldn’t be emotional. Just a physical thing. A need!” “If I find out you fucked some other woman, we’re done!” Megan raised her voice. “I’m taking the house, our daughter, everything! You made a vow!” “And so did you!” he angrily told her. “What happened to that shit?” She rolled her eyes. “I must have missed that vow. The one where I was supposed to be your personal sex toy…” The dad looked off to the side at their white bedroom wall, just as sexually frustrated as he’d been for close to twelve months. He had no idea what was the cause of Megan’s issues. It really didn’t make sense. He was so much better looking than most guys in their forties. He still had a full head of brown hair, a defined face, and he possessed the body of a twenty-five-year-old gym rat. Greg had gotten into working out and eating healthy big time over the years and the results showed in spades. He received so much attention from married and single women alike, yet never broke his marriage commitment a single time. And his wife wasn’t exactly a ten anymore. She had let herself go physically over the years and looked like a shell of her twenty year old self. But he still loved her. Why? He wasn’t completely sure. She wasn’t very nice these days, had zero spontaneity, and her sex drive was null. He had tried all kinds of different things. Helping her out around the house more, not helping her out at all, trying to change her diet, paying more attention to her needs, completely ignoring her needs…he gave everything a shot, but nothing worked. Megan always seemed more happy to just read her Kindle than to spend time with him. And he wasn’t some asshole who just wanted to cum and be done with her. He missed the fun they used to have together, but all that was a distant memory. Megan picked up her tablet. “Give me that fuckin’ thing!” Greg demanded as he reached out and yanked it away from her. He placed it to the side of him, away from his wife, and leaned over to plant a kiss on her lips. She immediately pulled back. He leaned in a second time and found her left breast with his hand as he tried kiss her again. “Stop!” she loudly protested before pushing him away. Greg obliged her request and placed his head in his hands. “Please.” “What?” Megan asked. “Please,” he repeated. It took twelve months. Twelve long, grueling, excruciating months…but he finally broke down. He was begging. Megan looked at him with an annoyed expression. “Fine!” she huffed. His head shot up. “Fine!?” “Yeah, fine,” she repeated. “I’ll give you a handjob.” His face immediately dropped. “A handjob?” “That’s what I said,” she told him with an attitude. “A handjob.” “No…no, no, no,” he whined. “Sex…let’s have sex!” She replied with several shakes of her head. “I don’t want to.” He aggressively rolled over, turned off his light, and attempted to go to sleep. “Really?” Megan laughed. “Don’t complain I never offer then.” A handjob was an offer for sex? Bullshit. He was more than capable of rubbing his own dick. In fact, he had become quite the expert at it over the past year. He had no clue what to do. Cheat? It was becoming a more realistic possibility with each passing day, but he hated the idea of their daughter Mia being involved in the fallout. Maybe this was his life from now on. No more sex, no more love, and a whole lot of jerking off. Fifteen feet away, Mia was standing in the hallway with her ear pressed against her parent’s door. Chapter 2 – Red. Greg’s vivid dreams were becoming recurring events. There weren’t any fantasies of banging supermodels on Caribbean beaches or touring the country in a rock band and hooking up with a different girl every night. His dreams weren’t far-fetched. Actually, they was quite realistic. Greg was consistently dreaming about the girl he dated before Megan. He was dreaming about Kathy. The dad was quite the player back in his time. Player, manwhore, whatever you wanted to call him really. Up until the age of twenty-one, Greg’s sole mission was the fuck as many women as possible. Bars, clubs, he was everywhere. Despite just being in average physical shape at the time, he had been blessed with two things. One, was he had a natural charisma about him. He was capable of sitting at a table of complete strangers, and have them all vying for his attention within minutes. And it wasn’t just with women. Men naturally gravitated towards him too. It was strange and something he learned to use to his advantage. He quickly found how attractive this was to women. How their interest immediately peeked after seeing him as the life of the party. It was like they wanted to know what was so interesting and attractive in him that caused so many people to seek his approval. His other blessing was his ability in bed. He was great. And he should’ve been. After all, he did get enough practice. Girls would tell their friends, those friends would seek him out, and Greg would have an entire new line of women ready to go. How he ever made it out of the 90’s without an STD or a lovec***d was truly astonishing. Yep, he was going to be living the bachelor lifestyle until the day he died. No wife, no k**s, no commitments. It was just the way he liked it. But when he turned twenty-one, he met Kathy. Well, he rarely called her Kathy. He called her Red. Why? It wasn’t exactly creative. Kathy had long, curly red hair and a red landing strip to match. He met Red the same way he met the majority of his hook-ups. At a bar. But she was different. Sure, they fucked in his apartment an hour after meeting each other, but Greg immediately fell for her. It was her energy. It was constant. He never saw Red in a bad mood. While on her period, struggling with something at work, listening to her mother curse her out on the phone…she always had a smile on her face. And that positivity was met by an even more overwhelming sexual energy. Greg had no idea women like Red existed until they started dating. It was more rare to not receive road head while driving than it was to get it. His alarm clock was replaced by her mouth which almost always woke him up with a blowjob. Waiting for dinner to finish cooking in the oven? No problem. Just bend her over the kitchen counter and pass the time with some fun. She was insatiable sexually. And everything in his life was perfect because of it. Until he met Megan. Megan was probably the cutest woman he had ever laid his eyes on. The brunette was twenty years old when he bumped into her at the grocery store. It was her eyes that wrapped a stranglehold around his attention. They were green. A deep green. Her face was one thing but her body was something else. She was a tiny, little thing, barely over five feet tall and extremely petite. At six foot two, he towered over the vibrant, friendly bundle of cuteness who was looking for the perfect watermelon in the fruit aisle. He asked her for advice on how to pick the best fruit, they hit it off, and the next day he met Megan for coffee. That was when she really stood out to him. That was when he knew things with Red were over. She made him wait. They didn’t bang the next night and they didn’t hook-up the following week. Megan made him wait five months before they had sex. Greg knew he found the one. She was the only girl who had ever made him wait and he happily waited right along with her. There was no interest in cheating and no pressuring her into sex or blowjobs. He was content with waiting because he knew he loved her. Four months after their first night being intimate together they were married, and eleven months later the greatest moment of his life occurred. It took place on an ungodly muggy day in August when he held his little baby girl for the first time. Five pounds and two ounces but her size wasn’t what caught everyone’s attention. It was her eyes. They looked just like her mothers’. Just like Megan’s. Just like the woman he used to be head over heels in love with. Just like the woman he shared special moments and made memories he would never forget with. Just like the woman who was now disgusted by the idea of kissing him. That was the woman he was married to. The woman he was committed to. The woman he shared a bed with every night. He softly turned his head as the dream of Red continued. He was forty-one and living in the same house, except he wasn’t married to Megan. He was married to Red. And Red was in a familiar position on this Tuesday morning. She was lying on the bed in front of him, waking him up with a morning blowjob. And once she finished, he was going to flip her over and go to town on her. She would still have that little landing strip that drove him crazy and the look she always gave him when hit her spot would be the same. It was a grin with her eyes. God, he missed that woman. His eyes slowly opened as he looked to the right. His wife was already out of bed. That wasn’t a surprise. She drove their daughter to school every morning and they left about an hour before he did for work. But something felt different today. Something felt better. His eyes drifted towards the end of the bed… He immediately shut them. What the hell kind of dream is this you dirty, old pervert!? Dreaming about Red is one thing, but dreaming about this is something completely different! Now open your eyes and never allow that to slip into your mind again! He opened his eyes, but what he thought was a dream was in fact a reality. He rapidly blinked three times in hope this visual would eventually go away. But it didn’t. His daughter had woken him up with a blowjob. He panicked. “Mia!” the dad shouted before scrambling back against the bed headboard, pulling sheets and blankets with him in an attempt to cover-up. “What…what…what the fuck!?” She didn’t respond. Instead the five foot two, hundred pound brunette with deep green eyes and light freckles along her upper cheeks and nose began to crawl towards him. She looked so much like a younger version of his wife he sometimes had to do a double take. Well, not now. Even back in her heyday, Megan would never be doing something like this. The teen began to grab and yank at the sheets with a devilish smile. “Mia!” She stopped. “Where’s your mother!?” “In the shower,” she smiled. “We have time…” “Time? Time! Time for fuckin’ what!? Get out of here! Now!!” “But, Daddy…” she whined. Greg responded with a stern look. “Don’t pull that Daddy shit with me! What the fuck do you think you’re doing!?” Mia took a deep breath. “Ok…don’t get mad…” That was going to be hard. “…but…” she quietly said while looking off to the side, “I might have kinda eavesdropped on you and Mom last night.” “You…you…you eavesdropped?” Greg asked. Mia nodded her head. “On…on how much?” he asked. She thought for a moment. “Umm…probably…like…all of it.” “So you heard?” Greg groaned, not wanting to finish his thought. She nodded again. “And I totally want to help you out!” “Oh my God, Mia,” the dad groaned again. “If Mom isn’t up for taking care of you, I am! I would love to!” she smiled. “You need to get out of here immediately,” he told her, trying not to lose his composure. “If your mother sees you in here, she’s going to kill me.” “Dad…” “I’m serious, Mia. She’s literally going to kill me,” he repeated. “This…this never happened. Understand?” “Just let me finish,” she softly smiled. “I mean, six months? You haven’t gotten a blowjob in six months!?” He closed his eyes before opening them, once again trying to somehow wake up from this nightmare he was currently experiencing. “Out…now!” His daughter huffed before hopping off the bed and walking out of the room. She was wearing a pair of ripped designer jeans and a long sleeve black top. Apparently she decided to stop off in his bedroom after getting dressed for school. He was going to wait it out in his room. It was 7:07AM. They always left by 7:15. Eight minutes. But maybe he shouldn’t. Maybe he should go talk to her before she sat in the car with her mother. Megan worked at her father’s plant nursery and always dropped Mia off at school before she went to work. He had no idea what they talked about on that ride. Shit! He had to get to her first! Greg jumped out of bed, threw on a pair of sweatpants and an old sleeveless shirt, tucked his still rock hard cock into the waistband of his sweats, and rushed into the kitchen. There Mia was sitting at the table, eating a bowl of cereal like it was any other morning. He quickly took a seat in the chair across from her. “What the fuck was that about!?” She gave him a confused look as she continued to munch on her breakfast. He raised his eyebrows. “I was trying to help,” she finally answered. “Do you think that’s appropriate?” he whispered, concerned his wife was going to barge into the room at any moment. “I’m just trying to take care of you, Dad,” she said before raising another spoonful of Cheerios to her mouth. Greg stood up and looked at his daughter. “You know what? We’re going to redo this morning!” “Redo?” she asked. “Yep,” he said. “This morning never happened. I’m going to walk out of the kitchen, turn around, and come back in. And that’s going to be the first time we see each other today!” “But, Dad…” “Nope!” he told her before walking out of the room before reemerging seconds later. “Hey, honey!” he loudly greeted her with a big smile. “How’d you sleep last night?” Mia watched her dad pour himself a bowl of cereal before joining her at the table. “Cat got your tongue?” he laughed before looking towards the window. “Looks like it’s finally warming up outside!” “Dad…” “Ohhhhh man,” he let out a loud yawn. “Just woke up!” “Dad…” Greg lifted a spoonful of cereal to his lips before looking at his daughter. “Anything going on at school today?” “Dad!” she loudly shouted. “I want to help you out!” “With what?” he asked with a smile. “There’s nothing I need help with! Ah man, what a beautiful day outside! I might leave early today and drive the long way to work. Get a nice view of the snow melting on the mountains…” “Let me suck your dick!” Greg almost choked on his breakfast. After several attempts, he finally managed to get it down. “Never say that again!” “But I want to…” she whined with the same promiscuous grin for earlier on her face. “Can I tell you something?” The dad didn’t answer. He was fairly certain she was going to tell him regardless of what he responded with. “Your dick is big,” she smirked. “Like, really big.” He dropped his head into his left hand as he closed his eyes. This couldn’t really be happening. “Hey, Mia!” Greg’s head shot up at the sound of his wife’s voice. Megan had just walked into the kitchen, all ready for work. “Greg?” she asked with a surprised look. “What are you doing up already?” “Couldn’t sleep,” he responded. “We weren’t too loud, were we?” his wife continued. “I hope one of us didn’t wake you up.” “No! I mean…no. Neither of you two woke me up.” Megan tilted her head with a slightly confused expression. Mia smirked. “Ok…” the mom curiously said. “Well, you ready, Mia?” “All set, Mom,” the brunette teen responded before standing up and walking over to place her bowl inside the dishwasher. Greg watched his daughter follow his wife towards the door, finally allowing him time to regroup and collect himself. But Mia suddenly stopped. She had a big grin on her face as she slowly walked over to her dad’s chair. “Have a good day at work,” she announced in a voice audible to her mother. She then leaned in closer and whispered into his ear, “Daddy…” before planting a big kiss on his cheek. “Let’s go, Mia!” Megan shouted from the door. “We’re gonna be late!” The dad finally heard the door shut. He immediately shot out of his seat and scrambled towards his laptop in the living room.”Fuck…fuck! Fuckin’ cocksucker!” he yelled as he continued to type in the wrong password. His hands were shaking so bad he couldn’t hit the right keys. He finally managed to type in the appropriate letters before navigating to his favorite porn site which he had become all too familiar with over the past year. He went to the search bar and began to type. “D” “A” There’s no going back from this. You do realize this, don’t you? You’re officially a pervert if you type that in. Really think about it… “D” “D” “A” Maybe having an affair with someone at the gym or a dating site isn’t a bad idea after all. Hey…hey! Listen to me! Stop typing!! “U” “G” “H” “T” “E” “R” He moved his cursor to the search bar. Good decision, fucko. Delete that shit and jerk-off to some amateur porn like a normal person. Look! There’s even a blowjob scene right on the front page! It’s like they want you to watch it! Click it! Click it!! Greg moved the cursor to the second ‘D’ and added a ‘D’ and a ‘Y’ after it. He sat back and looked at the search bar. DADDY DAUGHTER. He hit enter. 1709 results…1709! What the hell? Maybe he wasn’t alone. No…no. He couldn’t do this. He closed his browser, shut down the computer, and headed towards the shower. He was going to take the long way to work today. Chapter 3 – Older Men. It was sixth period and Mia couldn’t focus at all. The only thing that had been on her mind all day was her dad. The pain and discomfort he must have been in. Six months without a blowjob and a year without sex. For a man! A forty-one-year-old man! That was crazy to her. And why in the world wasn’t her mom taking care of him? Her dad was hot! Really hot! Her friends had no problem reminding her of that. He was good-looking, in great shape, and was hilarious and awesome to be around. What else could a woman want? Her mother must have loved him at some point. They were married after all. And Mia couldn’t remember one instance of her dad being upset with her mother either. How that was possible she really didn’t know. Twelve months without sex…God, that must have been unbearable for him. The eighteen-year-old brunette was fairly inexperienced sexually. She had recently broken up with Tom who was just her second boyfriend. Sure, she went to parties like other high school girls, but unlike her peers, she didn’t hook-up with random guys. The idea of that grossed her out. Just because some guy was hot, she was supposed to let him stick his dick in her mouth? No way! And her one friend Kate even told her she always swallowed. She swallowed random guys! That was insane! She had never even swallowed either of her boyfriends after they came. Swallowing was intimate. It should be reserved for someone you truly love. And that was Mia’s dilemma on this Tuesday afternoon. She was the good girl. She always had been. She didn’t ask guys out. They approached her. So she was fairly clueless in the art of seduction. But she knew someone who wasn’t. “Hey, Samantha.” Samantha closed her locker and her face immediately lit up. “Hey, Trips!” Mia laughed as she looked at her classmate. The nickname, ‘trips’ had been given to her after she recorded the first triple-double in the history of their school’s varsity girls basketball team. Ten points, twelve assists, and eleven steals. There was no way she was getting ten rebounds. Rebounds were reserved for Samantha. After all, she was a foot taller than the petite brunette. Sammy, as she usually went by, was six foot two and had legs that went on for days. She had earned a fairly promiscuous reputation over the years and Mia had always allowed that to influence her opinion when it came to her rather tall teammate. It was an unfair judgment and one she eventually came to regret during a long bus ride to a playoff game during their junior year. While everyone on the team was listening to music, Sammy was reading a book. The Master and Margarita. It was a story about the devil visiting twentieth century Moscow. It was an entirely different side of Sammy from the one she thought she knew. That led to a long discussion about their favorite books, which led to the realization they both possessed a large collection of paperback novels, which led to weekly swaps and constant recommendations. It was the polar opposite of every discussion she had ever had with her peers. The rest of her teammates talked about reality television and fashion. They talked about classic novels, life, and their mutual interest in traveling and nature. It was strange though. The two teammates rarely hung out together. They each had separate groups of friends who they chose to spend their time with. It was almost like both girls knew what they had was special, and decided not to overexpose themselves to one another. Sometimes the best things in life come in small doses. But Mia wasn’t looking for advice on literature today. She was looking for advice on men. “You have open this period, right?” Mia asked. “Sure do,” Samantha smiled. “Can we talk for a minute?” Mia asked again. “For sure,” Samantha answered. She recognized a worried look on her classmate’s face. “Is something wrong?” Mia shook her head. “No, but can we talk in private?” Samantha closed her locker and followed the brunette outside. Their school had a special policy for seniors which allowed them to leave campus on their study hall periods. These were referred to as, “open periods.” And Mia was going to use her open period to get some much needed advice from her more experienced friend. They walked towards the parking lot together but veered right and slowly began to make their way down the path which led to the soccer fields. “So what’s up?” Samantha asked. “Have you,” Mia cleared her throat. She wanted to get right to the point. “Have you ever been with an older man?” Samantha smiled. “Like, a college guy?” “Umm…not exactly,” Mia answered. “Older than that…” “Thirties?” Mia shook her head. “What’s the oldest guy you’ve been with?” “Forty-six.” The little brunette stopped walking and stared at her friend. “Forty…forty-six!?” “Yeah,” the tall blonde laughed. “Forty-six.” “How did that happen!?” Mia asked. Samantha took a deep breath as they resumed walking. “You know, I just kinda got fed up with guys our age a few months ago. Like, it’s constant nonsense with them. I’m not trying to sound like some kind of elitist snob or anything, but they’re all so stupid.” Mia laughed. “I’m serious,” Samantha continued. “Ok, so when I dated Mike last year, guess what he wanted to do every day?” “Hang out?” Mia answered. “Exactly,” Samantha rolled her eyes. “And you know what that means. Listen, I love sex. I love pleasing. But I can’t stand when people only look at me for my body. I have a brain too. And chances are it’s bigger than the guys’ I’m with!” Mia laughed again. “Mike’s dream day consisted of me making him food, giving him head before we had sex, and then sitting around and watching him play Call of Duty for who the hell knows how long. I mean, seriously?” The short brunette was all too familiar with that routine. It sounded a lot like her ex-boyfriend Tom’s ideal evening together. “I want to discuss your thoughts on life, the places you want to go and explore, the novels you’ve read, and the things you’ve created. You should know what I’m talking about better than anyone, Mia! You’re a writer!” Mia was by no means a writer. But she had dipped her toe into the world of fiction a few years ago by attempting to write a short story. It was a tale about a young man who took over custody of his godson after his sister and brother-in-law were killed in a car accident. Things begin to unravel once the man realizes the c***d is evil. She liked how it turned out so she kept writing. After months of debating, she recently caved and asked Sammy to read some of her stuff and provide feedback. Only two people in the world knew Mia was a writer. Her father and Samantha. And despite her dad’s constant attempts to convince her to let him read her work, she refused. Sure, he would tell her it was great, but he might not actually like it. And the idea of her dad not liking something she did was devastating to her. So devastating she decided to not take the risk at all. “And you get a deeper connection with older men?” Mia asked. Samantha nodded. “Absolutely.” “So how did you meet this guy?” “On a dating site,” Samantha answered. “I listed my wanted age range from twenty-eight to forty, but he messaged me anyway. I’m always skeptical anytime a guy pretends to be interested in me. I’ve been on to men’s bullshit for far too long. Sure, they pretend to care about what I’m saying, but most of them just want their dick in my mouth.” Mia chuckled. “But this guy seemed genuine,” Samantha continued. “So we agreed to meet up at the park one day. I’m sitting on the bench waiting and this older guy suddenly sits next to me. He’s short, thin, balding, and he didn’t look as good as his pictures. Not that he necessary looked good in them to begin with. I would guess he used photos from about a decade ago.” “And then what?” “We talked,” Samantha told her. “For two hours.” Mia raised her eyebrows. “Two hours?” “Yeah,” Samantha smiled, “and it just flew by. He wasn’t some world traveler or anything but he’d been around, opened a few businesses, had some crazy experiences, and just had so much more to offer than guys our age. You know, real life stuff. He’s lived it. His experiences aren’t based on movies and TV shows. They’re based on life. That’s sexy to me.” The brunette continued to listen to her much taller friend talk as they looped around the soccer field on the concrete path. “And we had real discussions about things. Deep things. Novels, politics, the universe…I couldn’t imagine discussing any of that stuff with guys in our grade.” “So you guys just talked and then went your separate ways?” Mia asked. “Not exactly,” Samantha answered. “I ended up asking him about his wife towards the end of our conversation. I couldn’t help but keep looking at the wedding ring on his finger.” “This guy was married?” “Yeah,” the blonde continued. “He never mentioned it in his dating profile but I kind of assumed he was. He eventually told me he was stuck in a loveless marriage. That his wife was basically a roommate and she couldn’t stand the sight of him.” “Oh my God…” Mia groaned. “I know, right?” Samantha said. “How horrible is that?” Mia wasn’t groaning over this unknown older man’s situation. She was groaning over how similar it sounded to her own father’s ordeal. “Were they not having sex?” Mia asked. Samantha stopped on the path and looked into her friend’s green eyes. “You’re not going to believe this one.” “Believe what?” Samantha shook her head before opening her mouth. “He hadn’t had sex in eight years…” Mia’s jaw dropped. “The last time was on his thirty-eighth birthday. He’s forty-six now. Forty-six! Isn’t that insane?” Mia looked at her friend. “Why did they stop?” “He told me one day his wife just lost interest in him. That the sight of him seemed to repel her.” The brunette’s stomach was churning. This sounded exactly like what was happening in her house. Except her dad was only in year one. “And he told me he had never cheated,” Samantha continued as they started down the path once again. “And I believed him. But who knows? Maybe this is his thing. Maybe he meets up with younger girls and tells them this sob story in an attempt for sympathy or something? It’s obviously a possibility. But I honestly believed him. I don’t know if that makes me naive or what, but he seemed so genuine to me.” “How did it end?” Samantha took a deep breath. “We both walked to our cars and waved goodbye to each other. But something just didn’t feel right. I felt too strong of a connection to him somehow. So before he drove away, I went up to his passenger side door and knocked on the window.” Before Mia could open her mouth, her friend was already continuing. “I got in his car, yanked his pants down, and gave him the best blowjob I’ve ever given anyone.” Mia was completely stunned. “I know…” Samantha groaned. “But he deserved it! I mean, eight years! This amazing, interesting, charming man hadn’t had sex in eight freakin’ years! I just wanted to show him that someone appreciates him! That someone appreciates him for who he is! And we meet in the park once a week. Sometimes things get busy and one of us has to cancel, but I really make it a priority to spend time with him.” “And you…you give him a blowjob every time?” Samantha shook her head. “No. I usually don’t. We just talk. He’s never pressured me into anything sexual, never asked for anything…we just enjoy spending time with each other. And when I really want to thank him for being special in my life, I give him something I know his wife isn’t.” The two girls arrived back in front of the school. “This obviously stays between us,” Samantha stated. güvenilir bahis şirketleri “Totally,” Mia answered. “That goes without saying.” “Sammy!” The girls looked towards the parking lot to see a small group of their classmates gathered around an SUV. “You wanna get something to eat!?” one of the girls shouted. “Sure!” Samantha yelled back before turning to Mia. “Wanna come with?” Mia shook her head with a smile. “I think I’ll just stick around here.” “Ok,” Samantha smiled before giving her friend a hug. “Talk to ya later, Trips!” “See ya, Sammy!” Mia smiled back before watching her classmate walk towards the parking lot. She had a lot to think about. Chapter 4 – The Salad. Greg had a rough day at work. He managed the floor of a shipping warehouse and was usually the ideal boss. Easy going and always understanding. Except today. Today, Greg lost his shit at three different guys over fairly irrelevant things. He was just so worked up and frustrated about what had happened this morning. He made sure to apologize to his three workers before heading home. He had a game plan. Act like this morning never happened. If he was lucky, he could avoid his daughter for the majority of the day and let things fizzle out on their own. If not, he would pretend like that moment in his bed this morning was all a dream. He pulled into the driveway and walked through the kitchen entrance of their home, and of course, Mia was standing at the counter. “Hey, sweetheart,” Greg smiled as he set his bag down on the floor. His daughter turned towards him with a smile of her own. “Hey, Dad! Want a salad?” “Umm,” Greg debated as he approached the counter. “Chicken salad?” “Yep,” Mia perkily replied. “Sure, I could go for that.” Mia reached into the cupboard and pulled out another plate. She began chopping up lettuce to make her dad dinner. “Where’s your mother?” “Taking a bath upstairs,” she answered. He nodded as he reached for the tomatoes. “I can do it,” Mia told him. “Ok,” he responded before walking over to the kitchen table and taking a seat. “Good day at school?” “It was alright,” she told him. “You weren’t lying about the snow melting on the mountains either. We should go hiking this weekend!” “It’s gonna be so wet. I think we gotta wait a few weeks until we can go, baby.” “It’s just mud, Dad,” she teased him. “Yeah, mud on a mountain. Not exactly a good combination,” he chuckled. She rolled her eyes. “That time of month for you?” “You really wanna go?” Mia nodded as she finished slicing up the tomatoes. “Sure do. I wasn’t planning on my dad being such a wimp though.” “Alright, tough guy,” he laughed. “Saturday.” “Awesome!” Mia smiled before carrying two plates to the kitchen table. “Here ya go.” Greg looked at his daughter. “Aren’t we missing something here?” She shook her head as she sat down across from him. “Mia,” he raised his eyebrows,”I’m looking at a salad…” “That’s perfect,” she interrupted. “I’m looking at a salad,” he started over, “that’s rather dry.” “Dad…” “Come on…” he grinned at her. He sat up and started towards the fridge. “Don’t!” she protested. “Mia,” he laughed, “a salad without dressing isn’t a salad at all. It’s just a bunch of lettuce.” “I put chicken, tomatoes, and even a little cheese on it!” she argued. Greg opened the refrigerator door. “But there’s no creamy goodness, sweetie.” “Dad, you may as well eat a bowl of ice cream if you’re going to pour ranch dressing on it. I made it healthy. You’re going to ruin it!” He returned to the table with a bottle of ranch dressing in hand. “I’ll go light…” Mia rolled her eyes. “I bet…” “Hey, your old man is in pretty good shape,” he smirked at his daughter. “I don’t think a little dressing is going to kill me.” “What are the nutritional facts?” she asked. Greg turned the bottle over. “Let’s see here…there are seventy-three calories in one tablespoon…all from fat.” Mia’s jaw dropped. “Seventy-three! And how many tablespoons do you plan on using?” “I don’t know,” the dad answered as he sat down at the table. “Two or three.” “Two or three!?” she laughed. “I’m thinking more like twenty.” “Please,” Greg shook his head. He undid the top of the bottle and looked at his daughter. “Watch. I’ll go nice and easy…” He slowly began to pour a small amount before pretending to fumble the bottle. It tipped over and dressing quickly drenched his previously healthy dinner. “Dad…Dad!” “Oh my God!” he sarcastically stated before finally turning the bottle right side up again. “I can’t believe that happened!” Mia shook her head. “Look at it!” she pointed at his plate. “You can’t even see any lettuce!” “Just the way I like it,” the dad laughed much to the chagrin of his daughter. He raised his fork to her and smiled. “Bon appetit.” The brunette rolled her eyes. “Yeah…eat up, Dad…” A few minutes went by with Mia just staring at her father. “God, that is so gross.” “What?” She watched him stab his fork into the lettuce before lifting it into the air. Thick, creamy dressing poured from the leafy greens, down onto his plate. “That,” she answered while pointing at his fork. “He slid it into his mouth and let out an exaggerated moan. “Mmmmmm…” “Please,” she shook her head. He looked at his daughter. “You know, I’m pretty sure I could drink an entire bottle of ranch dressing.” Mia raised her hand to her mouth. “Oh my God, I’m gonna be sick.” “I’m serious,” he told her. “It’s delicious.” “That is so gross,” she groaned. “I think I could eat an entire jar of mayo too.” Mia closed her eyes. “Dad, seriously! Stop! I’m gonna throw up!” Greg laughed. “Who do you think you’re fooling? You inhale everything I make whenever I use the grill.” “So?” she raised her eyebrows. “I like hot dogs. Sue me!” “And buns and ketchup and mustard,” he teased her. “God, it’s so unhealthy!” he said in his best impression of his daughter’s voice. Mia smirked. “Ok. Whipped cream.” “Whipped cream?” he asked. “Yeah,” she smiled. “I could eat an entire container of whipped cream.” “So could I!” he smiled back. “We should do it!” She shook her head with a chuckle. “I’m serious,” the dad told her. “You and me. Two spoons and a container of whipped cream. We can have a real fat girls night!” “You know, now that I’m looking at it,” Mia said, “that dressing does look pretty good.” “There’s plenty more in the fridge,” he told her before digging his fork into a piece of chicken. “I only want a real little bit.” Greg looked up at his daughter. “Ok…so just pour a little.” Mia got out of her seat and picked up her plate with her right hand and her chair with her left. She brought everything over next to her dad and sat down just inches away from him. “Ok…” he looked at her, slightly confused. “You want some of mine?” She nodded her head. He responded by sliding his plate towards her. Mia softly shook her head and pointed at the fork her dad was holding in his hand. “What?” Greg asked. “Your fork,” she smiled. “That’s just the right amount.” He looked at his fork. The only thing he saw was a light coat of smeared dressing from the mouthful of salad he had just ate. “You…you want my fork?” She nodded again. “Umm…o…ok…” he stammered before reaching it out towards her, handle first. The teen shook her head with a grin. “Feed it to me.” “Feed…feed it to you?” he repeated. Mia nodded. The sooner he got this nonsense over with the better. His daughter seemed fully intent on playing games with him, so why not just entertain her? Play her silly games, act like it didn’t bother him, and then move on with his day. It was simple. He turned his fork around and stuck it out to her. She locked eyes with him and slowly wrapped her lips around the points of the eating utensil, sensually taking it deeper as she continued to gaze into his brown eyes. Greg had yet to turn away. Her green eyes had him in a trance. And when he finally broke from their spell, he was met by her pouty lips which were wrapped around his fork. It didn’t look all that different from this morning. But she was finally sliding her mouth off of his fork. Finally! Hey, that wasn’t hard. Look, you didn’t overreact, you let her get it out of her system, and nothing happened. Congratulations! You’re finally maturing at forty-one years of age! She stuck her tongue out and gave the fork one last lick. Greg’s attention moved to the silver utensil. That wasn’t a hint of white to be seen. It was completely spotless. It was over. He had survived. Or had he? He suddenly felt a hand on his knee. “Mia…” The hand slowly inched up the thigh of his jeans. “Stop…” It was now on his upper thigh, only a few inches from his bulge. “Mia! Stop!” His daughter’s hand shot higher and squeezed his flaccid cock through the rough denim fabric. “WHAT DID I JUST SAY!?” he screamed. “FUCKIN’ STOP!!” An unbelievable jolt of regret immediately rocketed through his body. He didn’t firmly tell his daughter to stop. He didn’t even shout at her. He screamed. He screamed at her unlike he had ever screamed at anyone before. And if his wife didn’t take her baths with earbuds in and music playing, then she would be running into the kitchen to see what had happened. He didn’t want to look at his daughter, but he knew he had to. It wasn’t going to be a pretty sight. He moved his eyes to her face. She looked terrified. “Mia…” he softly started. His daughter was shaking. “Honey, I didn’t mean to yell at you.” Her shakes were joined by sniffles which were growing more and more rapid as the seconds ticked by. He hadn’t seen this in a long time but he knew what was coming. And he hated it more than anything in the world. “Honey, please don’t.” He watched his daughter blink. A single tear fell from her right eye. “No…no, no, no, no!” he pleaded. She closed her eyes for a brief moment before reopening them. When she did, tears began streaming down her face and she began to loudly weep. “I…I…I…” the teen stammered as her shaking and sobbing made forming a coherent sentence impossible. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” the dad repeated as he reached out placed his hand on her shoulder. “Please, honey…just don’t cry.” She lunged towards him, wrapping her arms around his body as she buried her face into his chest. Greg felt the wetness from her tears soak through his cotton shirt and touch his skin. “I just…I just wanted…wanted to help!” she wept into his body. “I know, honey,” he told her. “And I’m so sorry for yelling at you.” “I just…” she continued to whine and sob, “just wanted…to take care of you…and…and…I thought you would want it…because…because I’m special to you.” “No, baby,” he told her, “not like that.” She pulled her face away from her dad’s chest and looked up into his eyes. It was like she had just seen a ghost. “I’m…I’m…I’m not special to you?” “No, no, no, oh my God, no, I didn’t mean it like that!” he told her as he reached out and pulled her back into his body. “You’re the most special person in the world to me, honey! Just not in that way.” Her sobbing was only growing in strength as he continued to hold his daughter. Much like those nights eighteen years ago when he couldn’t figure out how to stop her crying, he felt just as helpless now. “Mia? Oh my God, what happened?” Greg looked up. As if this couldn’t get any worse, Megan was now standing in the doorway, wearing a bathrobe and a towel around her hair. “Nothing,” he immediately answered. “But, she’s crying!” his wife said as began to rapidly approach them with an extremely concerned look on her face. “Baby, what’s wrong?” Greg stood up with his daughter still wrapping herself around his body. “Umm…she uh…she cut her finger.” “With what?” Megan asked, trying to look at her daughter’s hand. “A knife?” Greg quickly escorted his little girl through the kitchen and towards the downstairs bathroom. “Yeah, I’m going to take care of it!” Megan was hot on their trail. Once they entered the bathroom, the dad immediately shut the door behind them and locked it. The sounds of the handle trying to turn swiftly followed. “Why is this locked?” “She wants privacy, honey,” Greg told his wife through the wooden door. “Oh…ok. Do we need to take her to the emergency room?” “No,” he answered. It’s not that bad.” “She doesn’t need stitches or anything?” “No,” he answered through the door once more. “No, it doesn’t look that deep.” There was a brief moment of silence before Megan spoke up again. “I have to get ready to go but if she’s hurt, I’ll stay home!””No!” he shouted. “No…we got it. Just go get ready, honey!” Greg finally turned away from the door and towards the openness of the bathroom. There he was greeted by his five foot two inch tall daughter, stretched as far as she possibly could on her tippy toes. She reached up, grabbed two handfuls of his shirt, and pulled him down to her. Mia locked lips with her dad. Greg immediately broke it off. “No!” “What?” Megan yelled as she attempted to turn the locked handle again. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing,” Greg answered as he slowly began to take steps backwards. Every time he did, Mia matched him with a step forward. “I just spilled the peroxide is all.” “You sure she doesn’t need my help?” his wife asked again. The dad felt his back press up against the bathroom door. He was out of room. His daughter was closing in on him with a grin on her red, puffy face and her usual vivid green eyes still glassy from crying. It was over. He couldn’t hold out any longer. He watched her drop to her knees in front of him and he didn’t put up any resistance. It was time to admit he needed this. Before he knew it, his jeans and boxers were around his ankles and his dick was back in the forbidden place it was when he woke up this morning. He closed his eyes and rested his head back against the door. “Greg?” Megan yelled, “I asked if she needs my help.” He let out a deep groan before trying to compose himself. He had no idea where his daughter learned how to do this, but it felt ten times better than anything his wife had ever done to him in their nineteen years of marriage. Her mouth was bobbing on the first few inches of his cock while her right hand was wrapped around his dick and simultaneously stroking it. Well, she was attempting to. Her tiny fingers didn’t meet around his decent girth. He was fairly certain he had never been bigger or harder than he was at this very moment. And if that didn’t already feel good enough, her left hand was cupping and playing with his balls. It was heaven. “No,” Greg finally answered. “You’re…you’re definitely not needed in here, honey!” “Ok,” Megan responded. “Let me know if you change your mind!” The dad pulled his cock out of his daughter’s mouth, kicked off his pants, and walked to the other end of the bathroom. He turned the fan on to create some noise in case his wife was continuing to listen through the door. He then leaned against the wall, raised his index finger to Mia, gave her the “come hither” motion, and watched her crawl across the bathroom floor until his penis was back in that warm, wet, and surprisingly familiar spot of his daughter’s. Her mouth. If blowjobs like these were everyday occurrences, he probably still wouldn’t last all that long. It felt unbelievable. The pace, the technique, the ferocity…it was amazing. But this wasn’t an everyday thing. He hadn’t received head in six months. And he hadn’t received head like this in over twenty years. He wasn’t going to last too much longer. In fact, the dad could feel his balls began to tighten as a tingle shot through his rock hard dick. “I’m…I’m gonna cum.” Mia didn’t slow down. She didn’t change her technique. She didn’t hesitate. She just keep going at it. Greg could justify this entire ordeal as a blowjob of necessity. He needed a release. And his daughter was simply providing that release. It was nothing more than that. But a certain urge in him was growing. Five simple words and this experience would go from one of necessity, to one of pleasure. And that was a dangerous thing. That was crossing a line he wasn’t sure there was any coming back from. He only had a few seconds left in him. It was now or never… “Let me see those eyes.” Mia immediately looked up at him. Whoever those lucky high school boys were (and he sincerely hoped it was only a few. He would prefer it to be none but he wasn’t naive) who had the pleasure of sharing the same view he was currently looking at, had a memory that would last them a lifetime. Someday they would most likely be married to a pudgy, moody woman who made it blatantly obvious just how much she hated their guts. And when they were jerking off for the seventh time that week, they could always think back to the time they had with Mia. The time they watched those pouty lips wrap around their cock while those piercing green eyes stared into their souls. No matter how much they accomplished or how many women they slept with, they had already experienced the pinnacle of their lives. And while Greg knew this had to be a one-time thing, part of him could get used to seeing this view every single day. He felt the first burst of cum rocket into his daughter’s mouth. Mia could’ve slowed down. All guys love slow, sloppy, sensual blowjobs. And her dad hadn’t received one in over six months! And who knows how long before that? He probably wanted to enjoy it. A nice, slow, fifteen minute blowjob would’ve been just the thing. But she couldn’t do that. As much as she wanted to help him, selfishly, she needed to bring him to orgasm as soon as possible. Why? Because Mia was craving her dad’s cum. She didn’t like the taste of semen. In fact, it had always turned her off. Whenever she gave blowjobs in the past, a cup or a sink or something had to be around so she could spit it out. But this was different. Not the taste. She knew her dad would probably taste similar to her ex-boyfriend’s. He wasn’t going to shoot a pumpkin spice latte into her mouth or anything, but she wanted to swallow him. She felt herself craving it. And it wasn’t even for him. She had no idea if swallowing was a turn-on for her father or not, and she honestly didn’t care. This moment was going to be for her. And as she felt that first rope slam into the back of her throat, it only made her want it that much more. That had to have lasted twenty seconds. Greg had never experienced an orgasm like that. Blowjobs, sex, Megan, Kathy…anyone or anything. Nothing had made him feel that way before. It was just unbelievably powerful sensation after sensation exploding from the tip of his cock as those green eyes never strayed from him for even a second. His left hand found the sink and he was using it to prop himself up. He might’ve been on the floor right now without it. When he finally regrouped, he looked back down at his daughter who was still on her knees, staring up at him… …with her mouth shut. She took a deep gulp and then opened her mouth. It was empty. Greg raised his eyebrows. “Did you swallow that?” She nodded. “Holy shit…” he moaned. Mia leaned forward and attempted to take her dad’s cock back inside her mouth but he quickly pulled it away after she briefly cleaned it off with her tongue. “Sensitive?” she smirked. “You have no idea…” he laughed. Reality was quickly setting in for the father. Megan was going to want to see their daughter’s finger. He hurried to the other end of the bathroom and put his jeans back on. He then began scouring through the cabinets in an attempt to find a Band-Aid. “Top right,” Mia told him. Greg opened the top right drawer and pulled out a box of Band-Aids before looking at his daughter. “Let me see your finger.” Mia walked over to him and reached out with her left index finger. He tightly wrapped the adhesive bandage around her soft skin before looking into her eyes. “You can’t let your mother see you without this for at least a few days.” “I know, Dad,” she said. “I’m not stupid.” “I know you’re not,” he told her before tossing the medical package back into the drawer. “And this never happened.” “What didn’t?” Greg looked at her again. “This. This whole thing. It didn’t happen and it can never happen again. It was wrong and I apologize for allowing it to take place.” “But, Dad, I wanted to do it.” “Come on, let’s go,” he told her, urgently changing the subject. “Your mom is going to want to see you before she leaves.” When his daughter approached the bathroom door, Greg reached out and placed his hand on the white wooden frame. He leaned down and whispered into her ear, “thank you,” before planting a kiss on her cheek. Mia smiled. Chapter 5 – The Deal. It was 7:35PM and Greg was sitting on the couch in the living room, watching a hockey game on the television. There was a euphoric, almost d**g induced look on his face as he stared straight ahead. The level of relaxation and comfort he felt at this exact moment was a strange feeling. Very strange. It had been a long time since he felt this good. And it was all due to…no…no…he needed to forget about what had happened. He had to move on from the massive mistake he made in the bathroom two hours ago. “Hey, Dad!” Greg turned his head to see his daughter taking a seat on the other end of the couch. “Hey,” he smiled. “They’re down two already?” Mia asked as she looked at the score. Greg let out a loud exhale. “Yeah, they suck.” Their city’s professional hockey team was forty-five seconds into a power play, and had yet to attempt a shot on net. They were just passively passing the puck around with no sense of urgency. “Will someone shoot the goddamn puck?” he annoyingly asked no one in particular. Maybe he wasn’t as relaxed as he thought. Mia turned and looked at her dad. “Where did Mom go by the way?” “She went to a concert with her friend,” he answered as a defenceman finally fired a shot towards the net, only for it to be blocked and easily cleared down the ice. “These fuckin’ bums…””Dad, do you ever think about life?” “Life?” he curiously asked, turning his attention away from the TV and focusing on his daughter. “What about it?” “Like, what’s the point of all this?” she specified. Greg slowly nodded his head. “Almost every day.” “Every day?” “I think most people probably do,” the dad continued. “I mean, it’s really the only thing that actually matters, you know? Why we’re here and what we’re doing.” “And what do you think?” the little brunette asked. “I have no idea,” he answered. “No one does. Sure, lots of people will tell you what’s the meaning of all this and what our true purpose is, but those people are full of shit. None of us know anything.” Mia had meaningful conversations with her dad all the time, but they always ended up turning goofy and playful. They both liked to laugh and keep things funny. But on this surprisingly warm April night on the couch with her father, she wanted to see just how deep she could connect with him. If Sammy’s perspective of older men really being able to provide a stronger understanding of issues she wanted to discuss was true or not. “So…so when we die,” Mia looked at him, “what do you think happens?” Greg took a deep breath. “What do I think happens or what do I want to happen?” “What do you think happens?” Mia specified. “Nothing,” the dad answered. “Nothing?” “Yeah,” he told her. “Nothing. You know that feeling when you get a really good night’s sleep and you don’t remember a thing?” Mia nodded. “Like that,” he said. “Just darkness…and it’s over. A permanent good night’s sleep that you never wake-up from.” “Well, what about your soul?” Greg shook his head. “I don’t think we have souls, sweetheart. That’s something a lot of people like to believe in, but there’s no proof we actually have them. It’s a religious thing.” “So we die…and then it’s over…and our entire lives are for nothing?” Mia asked. He shrugged his shoulders. “I know it sounds depressing when you say it out loud, but yeah, that’s what I think. I mean, the impact you have while you’re on this planet is the meaning of your life. The ways you influence people around you. That’s the real impact you’re creating.” “Well,” Mia said, “what do you want to happen?” “I would love for there to be some sort of afterlife. A place where we can all be together forever. I just have a hard time believing that exists. I want to, but I don’t let my desires influence my rationale.” “I believe there is,” Mia smiled, “whether it be heaven or some kind of version of it. We can’t just be here by chance. There has to be more than this. And the idea of spending eternity with the people you love just makes sense to me.” “I hope you’re right,” Greg smiled back at her. “We have a lot of time left together regardless. I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.” “You better not,” the brunette laughed. The dad dramatically shook his head. “Nope! Not me! You’re going to be stuck with your old man for a long, long time. You’re gonna get married someday and give me a few grandk**s, we’re all going to get old together, and everything is going to be perfect!” Mia shot him a quick smile before looking away. She was doing her best to prevent herself from crying again. “So you believe in heaven?” Greg asked. Mia took a few moments to collect herself before looking back at her dad. “Maybe. I…I guess I do. I’m not sure I believe in it in the biblical sense though.” “So can you get into heaven if you don’t believe in God?” She debated with herself with a visibly strained look on her face. “I…I don’t know.” “That was always my issue with religion,” he told her. “That you have to believe in this idea of God without a shred of proof, and if you don’t, you go to hell for all of eternity. What kind of sense does that make? It’s ridiculous!” “Let’s say there is a heaven,” Mia said. “Where would you go if you don’t believe in God?” The dad thought for a second. “I’m not sure. The idea of burning in hell is comical to me. If it’s real, that type of punishment should be reserved for truly awful people. And what about terrible people who find God before they die? They get into heaven but a good person who doesn’t believe in God is locked out? I can’t accept or believe in something where that’s how it works. I know a lot of people who are religious, but they’re absolute pieces of selfish, backstabbing shit. They’re better than caring, selfless, kind people who aren’t religious? Bullshit if you ask me. If heaven and hell are real, there has to be something in the middle for good people who don’t believe in God.” Greg couldn’t help but laugh to himself. Listen to him talk about good and bad people after the shit he did two hours ago. “Well,” Mia started, unsure of how she wanted to word her next question. “If you don’t believe in God or any type of meaning to life, then what’s the point of living for you?” “You,” the dad immediately answered. “Me?” Mia asked. “Yeah,” he nodded, “you. Listen, I was never depressed or anything like that, but you know what I was like in my younger days. We’ve talked about it. It just seemed pointless, you know? All I did was work to pay bills and then attempt to hook-up with as many women as I could. I mean, is that the point of life? To never have a real connection with anyone? To just kind of float through your days until you eventually die and someone finds you rotting two weeks later in your house all alone? I don’t know…” Mia was attentively staring at her father. “…but then you came along,” he continued, “and my life suddenly had meaning. It was more than just working hard to make money so I could provide for you. Sure, that was part of it, but only a fraction. It was coming home every day to this unbelievable person who couldn’t wait to see me. It was watching you grow and develop this amazing, unique personality. It was having more than just a wonderful daughter…it was having a best friend.” For the second time in the past two hours, Mia was in tears. She crawled across the couch and rested the side of her head on her father’s lap as he slowly ran his fingers through her long, dark hair. “This is the last time you’re crying for the foreseeable future…got it?” Greg joked. Mia wiped her eyes as she turned her head and looked up at it him. “Stop making me then!” she laughed. “When did this happen!?” She had no idea what her dad was referring to, but his eyes were aimed straight ahead. She turned her head in the direction he was looking at, but remained rested against her dad’s body. Their hockey team was now leading three to two. “I gotta rewind this,” he said as he picked up the remote and began to journey back through the hockey game he had missed.That was her dad alright. Capable of discussing life one second, and then concerned over the score of a hockey game the next. She didn’t need proof but sought it out for some reason anyway. And their discussion only confirmed what she had already known for years. That her dad was the greatest person alive and deserved to be treated like a king. And if her mom wasn’t up to the task, then Mia was more than happy to be his queen. “Oh yeah,” Mia spoke up while her dad continued to rewind the game, “my one vent isn’t working in my room.” “Which one?” Greg asked as he finally found the spot where his team scored their first goal. “The one by my desk.” “Not working? Like, no air is coming out?” he asked. “Yeah,” she answered. “There’s kind of a weird smell lofting from it too.” “Oh, you gotta me fuckin’ k**ding me! Are you serious?” Mia sat up on the couch and nodded at her dad. “Yeah, I just noticed it earlier.” Greg let out an annoyed huff before standing up and heading towards the stairs. His daughter jumped out of her seat and followed him. “This fuckin’ house…” he muttered as he began ascending the steps. “It’s always something. A smell? Like an a****l?” “I have no idea,” she replied, just a few steps behind him. “Maybe someone killed your mother and stuffed her in the vent.” “Dad!” Mia yelled. He finally cleared the last step and turned down the hallway towards his daughter’s room. He glanced back at her with a smile. “Just k**ding…” As her father got closer to her bedroom door, she heard him mutter, “kinda,” which caused her to laugh. Greg opened her door and sped to the vent closest to her desk. “This one?” “Yep,” she answered. He knelt down in front of it and lowered his head. “I don’t smell anything.” “Wait…actually it’s the one by my bed.” He looked up as his daughter curiously. “By your bed?” “Yeah,” she softly smiled. “I got ’em mixed up.” “Ok…” he gave her a strange look before walking over to the other vent and kneeling again. “Huh…I don’t smell anything in this one either.” “You sure?” she asked while her dad continued to try to identify some kind of odor. “I’m gonna turn the heat on and see if this thing’s working. I gotta grab a flashlight and a screwdriver anyway…” he told her as he stood up and turned towards her door. When he did, he was met by his daughter. For the second time in two hours, she grabbed two fistfuls of his shirt and pulled him down to her level before planting a big kiss on his lips. He immediately pushed her away. “No…fuck! Mia! Are you k**ding me? Again!?” canlı bahis şirketleri “Come on,” she grinned. “Mom’s not going to be home for a while!” The dad repeatedly shook his head. “No! Never! We just went over this. That can never happen again!” Her grin was growing wider. “When was the last time you got two blowjobs in one day?” Greg paused a moment to think. When was the last time that happened? Had Megan ever done that for him? Maybe once? And if she had, it definitely wasn’t memorable. Kathy had for sure. Two blowjobs in one day was c***d’s play for the fiery redhead. He could distinctly remember getting road head to and from the drive to her parent’s house for Thanksgiving one year, and then two hours of crazy sex when they got back to his apartment. So that would have been at least three blowjobs. God, that woman was amazing. The things she used to do… Wait…why was he pondering her question? “It certainly isn’t going to be today,” he told her before heading towards her bedroom exit. His daughter ran in front of him and blocked his path. She seductively stared at him for what felt like an eternity before finally speaking up. “Please?” Greg laughed. “Are you out of your mind?” He gently pushed her to the side before continuing his journey to her now closed bedroom door. She must have shut it after they entered the room. As he reached out to turn the knob, Mia slid in between her dad and the door. “Move,” he told her with an annoyed tone to his voice. She shook her head with a grin. The dad let out a soft chuckle. “What do you weigh? A hundred pounds?” “One hundred and two pounds,” she playfully corrected him. “I could throw you across the room if I wanted to. So how about you get out of my way?” “Do it,” she smirked. “Huh?” he asked. “Do what?” “Throw me across the room,” she smiled. “You wanna get rough with me?” “Mia, cut it out with this shit.” She bit her lower lip before locking her greens eyes onto her dad’s masculine face once again. “Maybe I need to be slapped around a little bit.” He responded by dropping his head into his hands. “Why do you keep doing this?” “I’ve been a very bad girl, Daddy,” she innocently giggled. “Maybe I need to be punished?” Greg’s head perked up. “Yes! Yes you do!” “I do!?” Mia asked with a shocked expression. “You do!” the dad repeated. “And I know just the thing!” “What is it!?” she excitedly asked. “Mia,” he leaned down and smiled at his daughter. “You’re grounded.” Her face immediately dropped. “I’m what?” “Grounded,” he repeated with a laugh. “Punishing you is a brilliant idea. That’s the perfect way to put an end to all of this nonsense. To ground you!” “That’s not what I meant though!” she told him. “Too bad!” Greg laughed. “Hmmmm…now what to take away from you…” he debated aloud with himself. “No, no, no, Dad, this isn’t what I meant!” He peered his eyes at his daughter with a big smirk. “I got it! For one week…” Mia nervously waited with her back still pressed against her bedroom door. “…I’m going to keep…” Greg was loving every second of turning the tables on her. “…your cellphone!” “No!!” she shouted. “No, no, no, I need that!” The dad’s laugh was only growing louder. “I didn’t have a phone when I was your age. You can get a little taste of what it was like to be eighteen years old in 1994. You know, back when the dinosaurs roamed the earth!” “But what about emergencies or if the car I’m driving breaks down or something?” she asked with a still distraught voice. “Luckily for you,” he grinned, “everyone else has a phone! So I’m sure you could borrow someones’!” “But what if I’m on a back road and the car breaks down?” she asked, digging deep for a reason to be able to keep her phone. “And no one’s around?” Greg pointed his index finger at his daughter. “You can have my old flip phone.” “Dad!” she shouted. “This isn’t fair!” “That’s life, k**do,” he smiled. “Now give me your phone.” She looked up at him. “Let’s compromise!” “Compromise?” he laughed. “This is my house, sister. What we just did is called a compromise. I tell you how it’s going to be, and you deal with it.” “For one week,” she said while raising her index finger into the air, “I’ll be your slave.” “Phone,” he demanded with his hand out. “No, no, no, just hear me out!” she pleaded. “It doesn’t have to be anything sexual. Like, tomorrow for instance. Let’s say you come home and you’re craving a turkey BLT. All you have to say is, ‘Mia, go make me a turkey BLT.’ And guess what?” “You’ll make me a turkey BLT?” he asked. “I will make you a turkey BLT,” she repeated with a smile. ” ‘Hey, Mia, the garbage needs to go out’.” “And you’ll take the garbage out?” “You got it!” she declared. He knew what she was doing. His daughter was banking on the idea he wouldn’t be able to control himself. That having anything he wanted sexually at his fingertips for a week would cause him to snap and eventually cave to her. But this girl didn’t seem to realize just how sexually deprived he had been for the past year. And he had functioned fairly well throughout that stretch. A week was going to be a cakewalk. He reached his hand out. She followed suit and the two shook on the deal. “Demand number one,” he told his daughter while looking at her. “Get out of my way.” Mia stepped aside to allow her dad to leave her bedroom. Greg opened the door and paused before looking back at her. “Did you make up all that shit about the vents?” She nodded. “There’s no smell?” She shook her head. He let out a soft laugh. “Goodnight, sweetheart.” “Goodnight, Dad!” she replied with a smile before watching the door close behind him. There was no way her dad was going to be able to last an entire week without things turning sexual. A blowjob? Maybe even sex!? And as bizarre as it may sound, Mia really wanted to make out with him. Seven whole days of having her at his disposal would be impossible to resist. Not only was she able to keep her phone, but she was able to get everything she wanted at the same time. She knew what was best for her father, and she was going to give it to him whether he would admit to wanting it or not. There was no way he would last more than three days. She was positive of that. Chapter 5 – Day 6. Monday. 2:02PM. Mia’s plan had backfired. Big time. Laundry, vacuuming, sweeping, dusting, cooking for her father…it was every day. Every single day. And guess how much sexual contact they had? None! How was that possible? She gave him an amazing blowjob in the bathroom six days ago, so how could he not want that again? She was willing to do anything for him. Any kink, anything he wouldn’t dare to ask her mom for…anything at all! But all he had her do was clean and cook his meals. It just didn’t make sense. The brunette teen unlocked the front door of her house on this beautiful day in late April. Her mother didn’t get home until 4PM and her dad usually not until 5:30PM. So she had her typical two hours to herself. And the one upside today was she hadn’t received a text from her dad with a list of chores or demands. Maybe he cut their slave agreement short. Maybe he was giving her a break. When she walked into the kitchen, a note on the counter captured her attention. Mia’s heart skipped a beat. Last night she had a dream which was now giving her a spooky feeling. In her dream, she walked into the kitchen and saw a note on the counter. She slowly approached it, dreading a list of chores and undesirable tasks. But when she read it, her jaw dropped. Mia, Your mom’s not going to be home until late tonight. I’m leaving work early. I’ll be home at 4. I want you in your room waiting for me…dressed like a naughty schoolgirl. Daddy’s in the mood to teach his little angel a lesson. Don’t be late! Love, Dad. P.S. – Make sure you throw this note away. The note had been left on yellow legal paper. In the history of their household leaving notes for one another (and a lot of notes had been left), she had never seen yellow paper. It was always white. But back in reality, what was the color of the paper she was looking at on the kitchen counter? Yellow. She ran over to the granite countertop to see if her dream had come true. It hadn’t. Mia, Super windy last night. TONS of branches all over the backyard. I was planning on dragging them out to the road when I got home from work, but then I remembered…I have you lol! Make sure you wear gloves and a pair of old, crappy sneakers. It’s awfully muddy out there. But you’ll find that out pretty soon! Love ya, honey! – Dad P.S. – I bet you wish you gave me your cellphone now! –- Greg pulled into the driveway at 5:37PM to one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen. A long, deep pile of branches stacked across their front yard out by the road. That must have taken hours. And when he looked to his right, he was treated to the visual of his muddy daughter pulling what had to be the last of the mess towards the street on a blue tarp. He made sure to roll down his window and give her a nice, exaggerated wave. She responded with the middle finger. Greg laughed all the way into the house. “Hey, honey,” he said to his wife as he continued to laugh. Megan was sitting at the kitchen table, looking through the weekly sales ads with a pair of scissors lying next to her. “Hey,” she responded, never looking up. Greg looked through the window at the backyard. It was spotless. “I can’t believe she cleared the entire yard.” Megan finally decided to look up. “Yeah, why is Mia doing that?” “Because I asked her,” he responded while pouring himself a glass of water. “You just asked?” his wife questioned him. “Really?” “We raised a helpful girl,” he chuckled. Megan shook her head before focusing down at the ads. She quickly looked back up. “Oh yeah, my sister’s having dinner at her house tonight. 6:30.” “I’ll pass.” She raised her eyebrows. “Why?” “Because I don’t want to go,” he answered. “Fine,” she rolled her eyes before looking back down. “Is she making cheesecake?” His wife shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. Probably.” “Can you bring me home a piece if she does?” “Why don’t you just come?” Megan asked. “Then you can get one for sure.” “I’m tired…” Greg whined. “Can’t you just grab me one?” Megan huffed. “I can try. You know it usually goes pretty fast though.” “Just ask your sister to set a piece aside for me. She’ll do it.” “Fine,” Megan told him in an annoyed voice. “Awesome. Thanks, honey!” Greg smiled. There wasn’t a response. The kitchen door opened. “Hey!” Greg greeted his daughter with a big grin. Mia kicked off her muddy sneakers before glaring at her dad. “I started at 2:30.” He checked his phone. It was 5:41. “Three hours,” he laughed. “Not bad!” She stomped across the kitchen floor and went right up to him, snatched the glass of water out of his hand, and chugged it down. “Help yourself,” he laughed. “Thanks for doing all of that, baby,” Megan told her daughter. “No problem, Mom,” Mia answered, continuing to glare at her dad. “This is real funny, isn’t it?” she whispered to her father who had been giggling like a little k** from the moment she stepped into the house. “Hilarious,” he snickered. Mia roughly handed his glass back, empty, before peering her eyes at him. “I’m gonna get you back for this.” “Oh, are you?” he laughed. “What are you two talking about?” Megan asked as she picked up a pair of scissors and began cutting a coupon out of the paper. “Nothing, Mom,” Mia responded, continuing to stare into her dad’s eyes. “You’re dead,” she whispered. Greg kept on laughing. “Mia,” Megan looked up. “Your aunt’s having dinner at her house. 6:30.” The teen shook her head. “I’m not going.” “Why?” Megan asked. “I just want to take a bath and lie down,” she answered. “My feet are killing me.” “Alright…” the mom huffed before turning her attention back to the sales paper. Mia walked behind her mom while continuing to glare at her father. She gave him the middle finger again. He responded by slapping his right bicep with his left hand while bending his arm up, better known as the ‘Bras d’honneur.’ Or an Italian way of saying, ‘go fuck yourself.’ “I saw that,” Megan announced with her eyes still looking down at the ads. Mia stuck out her tongue and taunted her dad before disappearing into the hallway. She quickly reemerged. “Is Aunt Cindy making cheesecake?” Megan slowly shook her head. “I don’t know…” “If she is, can you bring me home a piece?” “I’ll see what I can do,” Megan answered. “Thanks, Mom!” Mia yelled out before disappearing again and loudly trudging up the stairs. “No problem, baby!” she shouted back. The brunette mother looked up at her husband and rolled her eyes. “God, you two are like twins.” 7:35PM. Greg sat down on the couch, readying himself for a night of playoff hockey which was already underway. Of course, their city’s team wasn’t in it. They rarely were. But that didn’t deter him from still enjoying the next few months of action. There were few things better in life than playoff hockey. “You’re an asshole.” His head immediately shot to the left to see his daughter leaning against the wall. He raised his eyebrows at her. “Excuse me?” “You heard me.” “Would you like to have this slavery deal extended a few more weeks?” he asked. Mia huffed before walking over to the couch to join her dad. After sitting down, she raised her right foot onto her left knee so he could see it. “Look at my feet!” Greg leaned in closer to see what she was referring to. Her foot was very tired looking, but it wasn’t anything severe. “God, you’re such a baby.” “They’re killing me!” she whined. “Thanks to you!” He shook his head. “They’re wrinkled because you just took a two hour bath! Not because you dragged some branches around. You’re a basketball player, Mia. Not English royalty. Stop acting like you’ve never done hard work before.” “They hurt!” she pouted while softly rubbing her right foot with her left hand. She then looked at her dad with puppy dog eyes.”I thought you were my slave?” Greg chuckled. “Fine. Let me see ’em.” Mia smiled before lying back on the couch and placing her feet on her dad’s lap. He slowly began to rub and massage them. “How does that feel?” he asked. Mia let out a loud, over-the-top moan. “Fannnnnnntastic…” Greg laughed. “I’ll be honest with you, honey. I do feel kinda bad. I mean, that was a lot of work.” “No shit,” she told him with her eyes closed. “Maybe…maybe we can end our agreement early,” he said. “From this moment on, you’re officially a free woman.” She opened her eyes and looked at her father. “What if…what if we work something else out?” “Jesus Christ…” Greg groaned. “Does everything have to be some sort of deal with you?” “Me!?” she asked with a shocked tone to her voice. “Me? You’re the one who turns everything into a bartering session!” Well, the one thing he couldn’t call her was a liar. “You want to keep being my slave?” he asked with a surprised look. She gave him a quick nod with her back still sprawled along the couch. “Yeah, through tomorrow. Seven days. That was our agreement.” “So what’s your proposal then?” “Well, I think we can both agree that I went above and beyond today, and you kinda owe me,” the teen said. “I owe you?” he asked. “Yeah,” she answered. “Three hours of dragging branches, Dad!” “Ok, ok,” he laughed. “What do you have in mind?” “For the next hour…I can wear whatever I want.” Greg immediately shook his head. “Absolutely not.” “How is that not fair?” she asked. “I just did the equivalent of like five-hundred dollars of work.” “Oh, give me a break!” he laughed. “I’m thinking more like forty bucks.” “Forty bucks? It definitely wasn’t forty bucks! Whatever it was, I think me getting to wear whatever I want for an hour is more than fair.” He shook his head again before checking the score of the hockey game on the TV. “That’s an impossibility, Mia.” “Come on, Dad!” she annoyingly voiced. “Do you want to wear a pair of jeans and a hoodie?” he asked. “No…” “Then I don’t want to see it,” he told her. “God, this is so unfair,” she rolled her eyes. “Three hours of dragging stupid branches…” Greg thought to himself for a moment. “Maybe…” She instantly sat up and looked at her dad as he continued to rub her feet. “Maybe?” “Maybe…” he started over, “maybe we can work something out.” “Here we go…” she groaned. “Ok, you know what?” he said. “You can wear whatever you want for one hour. But…” She stuck out her hand to shake. “You don’t want to hear your end of the deal?” he asked. “Nope,” she smiled. “Don’t need to.” “Ok,” he grinned before accepting her handshake. “Awesome!” she excitedly shouted before jumping off the couch. “I’m gonna go change!” “Mia,” the dad said, causing his daughter to turn and look at him. “Elders first.” She furrowed her brow. “Ladies first.” “Nope. Not today. Me first,” he smirked. The teen walked back to the couch and sat down. “Ok…so what do you want?” “I want to read one of your stories.” The terrified look she had after he screamed at her in the kitchen last week was like a smile compared to her current expression. She opened her mouth to respond but couldn’t find the words. She only shook her head back and forth. “You agreed,” Greg told her. She continued to shake her head with a petrified look. “Mia…” “Anything else!” she finally managed to get out. “Nope,” he responded. “I want to read one of your stories.” “I’ll be your slave for a month!” Greg stared at her. “A year! I’ll do whatever you want for a year!” The dad smiled. “Go get your laptop.” “Dad…” she pleaded. “Go get it, Mia!” he firmly told her. “You shook on it!” He hated the panicked, distraught look on his daughter’s face, but he wasn’t caving on this one. He had almost felt insulted after Mia told him a few months ago that she had been writing for years. Why hadn’t she said anything sooner? And more importantly, why hadn’t he been able to read any of her work? Despite his asking, she refused to let him even glance at any of her writings. His daughter was smart, creative, and uber-talented in all aspects of life. All he wanted to see was what her ideas looked like. A big chunk of her paperback novel collection consisted of his hand-me-downs. He had turned into quite the reader of the past fifteen years and was more than happy to watch her follow in his footsteps. He was partially responsible for her love of reading, so selfishly, he felt entitled to see what her writing looked like. Mia had yet to move from the couch. Greg stood up, walked to the stairs, and jogged up the steps. He retrieved his daughter’s laptop from her bedroom desk before returning to the living room. He set it down on the couch before taking a seat. She was still staring at the floor. “Hey…Hey!” Her eyes didn’t move. “I know I’m gonna love it, honey,” he assured her. “You’re going to say that regardless,” she quietly said, still looking down at the oak hardwood. “But what if you actually hate it?” “Not possible,” he replied. Mia finally lifted her head and looked at her dad. “But you wouldn’t tell me if you did…” “Yeah, I don’t think I would,” he told his daughter, “but that doesn’t matter, because I’m going to love it. I know I will.” “But you just said you wouldn’t tell me,” she stated. “So you might hate it. And then every time you look at me, you’re going to think about how much you hate my writing and I’ll never even know!” Greg watched his daughter start to get herself worked up. He couldn’t possibly take seeing her cry again, but he really, really wanted to read her stuff. “Honey, it’s going to be great…ok?” The teen looked down and slowly opened her laptop, unlocking it before navigating to the word processor. She picked out a story and nervously handed the computer to her dad. “Twelve pages?” he asked. A quick glance at the document showed it was mostly dialogue driven. He wanted something longer but his daughter wasn’t responding. “Ok…” he said before turning his eyes to the first line of the story. Mia was having second thoughts. She had chosen this story solely due to its length and not its quality. She had better stuff. Much better. And her dad had to love what she picked for him. She had to show him her best work. “Wait!” Greg’s head snapped towards his daughter’s voice as he watched her pull the computer from his lap. “I have better ones,” she began, “but some of them are kinda long.” “Honey,” the dad laughed, “I would love to read everything you’ve ever written…ever.” “That’s not happening!” Mia firmly told him. Greg sighed. “Unfortunately, I know that. But my point is length isn’t a concern at all. The longer the better,” he smiled. She opened a different story and took a deep breath. This one involved a thirteen-year-old-girl who watches an older man in the woods stuff a cat into a garbage bag before lighting it on fire. The girl begins to unravel as she finds herself becoming tortured by the sounds of the cat’s screams that are constantly playing in her head. Her fear eventually turns to an urge to kill as she explores her newly discovered sadistic side. The twist? The old man in the woods is her grandfather (who she’d always been told was dead) and this dark, evil side of hers is actually ingrained in her blood. She handed the laptop to her dad. “Seventy-two pages!” he excitedly smiled. “That’s what I’m talkin’ about!” Ninety minutes later… Greg placed the laptop down on the coffee table in front of him and turned to look at his daughter. She was staring at the TV with a distraught look on her face. “Honey,” he said, trying to get her attention. She didn’t move. “Mia!” She slowly turned and looked at him. “That was amazing.” She slowly shook her head. “You already said you were going to say that.” “No, I mean it. That was…where did you learn to write like that?” Her eyes drifted down to the hardwood floor. “Mia!” Greg called out, trying to get her attention again. “Where?” “I don’t know,” she quietly answered. “I read a lot, so…” “Some of the stuff in that story…” he said. “I mean…I…I didn’t know you had those kind of ideas.”She dropped her head into her left hand and let out a deep exhale. “It’s embarrassing…” “No, no, no, it’s not! It’s just…surprising. Mia,” he told her while pointing at her computer, “this is your gift.” She looked up. “What?” “Remember the talk we had last week about the meaning of life and what our purpose is?” She nodded. “Family is always number one. That’s always your priority. But this…this is your gift. You need to share this with the world.” She quickly shook her head. “Noooooo, no, no, no, this…this stays private!” “It’s too good,” he told her. “I’ve paid to read a ton of stuff that doesn’t compare to what you wrote. I don’t think you’re getting this…” “I get it, Dad!” she aggressively told him. “And whether you actually like it or not, you’re not going to tell me you don’t. It’s just a dumb story! It’s not a gift!” “You’re wrong, honey. I had no idea I was living with the female Stephen King. Mia King…” he smiled. The brunette rolled her eyes. “God, please don’t insult me like that.” “Watch it!” Greg said while pointing his finger at her. “That overrated hack…” “You want to be grounded for the rest of your life?” the dad asked with a grin. “There will be no disrespecting Stephen King in this house!” Out of all the debates and arguments they had with each other, none got as heated as those involving Stephen King. He was Greg’s favorite author and Mia’s most hated. “How many of his stories is that sellout going to let Hollywood turn into movies this year?” Mia asked. “Twenty?” Greg rolled his eyes. “Stop judging his books by the movies.” “Oh, God, and do we even need to have another discussion about that piece of shit we watched last week?” Mia had ranted about her hatred of It from the moment they left the theater, until the second they arrived home. The lack of story and buildup, the constant jump scares, and Stephen King’s bizarre obsession with turtles. Everything about the film annoyed her. “The book’s a masterpiece,” he stated. “Masterpiece my ass…” she groaned. “I lasted thirty pages. And the movie was awful!” It wasn’t great, but Greg wouldn’t call it awful either. And if he didn’t end this, his daughter was going to spend the next twenty minutes berating his taste in favorite authors. “Again, it’s your decision and I don’t want to pressure you into something you don’t want,” Greg told her, “but I would love to read more of your stuff.” “It’s my turn now, right?” Mia asked. “Umm…” he laughed at the abruptness in which she had dismissed his last statement. “Yeah…I guess.” Mia jumped out of her seat and ran up the stairs. Minutes passed as Greg sat on the couch and reflected on what he’d just read. He had never felt so proud of anyone in his life. The story was amazing. It was dark, and twisted, and to be honest…it was very creepy. Mia had taken him to a fictional world of horror in which he lost himself in for ninety minutes. That wasn’t an easy thing to do. He didn’t get up to use the bathroom, he didn’t look up to check the score of the hockey game…he just kept reading. He kept exploring this world which had spawn in his daughter’s mind. And Mia was part of him. They shared the same blood. He loved reading all kinds of authors, but something about a story from his own relation was different. It was special. It was… Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack… Greg squinted at the television. The hockey game was all tied up at three midway through the third period, but why was there a clicking noise coming from the TV? Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack… It wasn’t. It was coming from the house. He turned to the right to hear the sound more clearly. It was getting closer. Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack… The noise finally stopped. And for a second, so did his heart. The sound had been caused by a pair of pointed black high heels. As his eyes journeyed upward, he observed a two black knee high socks which ran the length of his daughter’s toned legs. From that point on, he took in Mia’s soft, creamy thighs for what felt like an eternity before he finally hit a tiny, green and red plaid skirt with a black trim. He continued climbing to see two matching plaid suspenders running over her exposed, flat midsection before he encountered a white crop top which was tied off just below her breasts. The top was opened as far as possible to expose her small cleavage. The outfit finished with a small, red plaid necktie around her throat. Mia was dressed like a naughty schoolgirl. “Dad?” He had been staring at her for God knows how long, completely at a loss for words. “Dad?” He finally looked up. “You like it?” she smiled before giving him a playful spin. Greg watched the tiny skirt fly up when she spun and expose the bottom half of her toned, plump butt. It was amazing how a girl so petite could have such an unbelievable ass. And the only thing under that skirt was a red thong which flashed at him while she completed her turn. “You look lovely, honey,” he told her before turning away. “I think I’m gonna call it a night. I’m feeling kind of tired.” “What?” she asked. “Yep,” he told her while standing up, still not looking anywhere near her direction. “Alrighty…good night,” he said while heading towards the stairs. Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack… Uh-oh. Just before he reached the bottom step, Mia jumped out in front of him. “One hour!” she yelled with her index finger in the air.Greg wasn’t looking at her finger. In fact, he wasn’t looking at any part of her body. His eyes were locked on the ceiling above him. “Feel free to wear that for as long as you’d like, sweetheart,” the dad said. “I’m gonna be sleeping though.” Mia shook her head. “No…no! I let you read one of my stories!” “And it was amazing,” he told her. “You read it for an hour and a half!” she shouted. “An hour and a half!” “I sure did,” he said, still looking at the white paint on the ceiling above him. “And I’ve been wearing this for like a minute!” she stated. “Besides, I have something you need to see.” He finally looked down into his daughter’s green eyes. “What?” Trapped between Mia’s plaid skirt and her right hip was a folded piece of paper. When Greg originally observed her outfit, he had been so distracted by what she was wearing that he hadn’t noticed it. He watched her pull the paper out and unfold it before handing it to him. “It’s my report card.” “Your report card?” he asked. It was late April so what was she doing with a report card? And why would she wait until now to show it to him? This didn’t make sense. He looked down at the paper and immediately felt like an idiot. “I don’t know what happened last semester,” Mia told him. She was now talking with a ditzy, dumb girl voice. Greg rolled his eyes as he continued to look at this ‘report card.’ It was a generic printout from some website with fictional classes listed. And of course, she had F’s in every one of them. “You can’t show it to Mom!” she pleaded. “She’ll kill me!” “Mia…” “I’ll do anything!” the teen begged. “Anything!” Greg felt a hand on his arm. He immediately took a step back. “You know what, baby,” he said, “I think I’m going to give you a pass on this one.” “What?” “Your report cards are always great,” he told her while now looking off to the side, “so there’s no reason for your mother to see this one. I’m sure the next one will be better.” Mia had a surprised look on her face. He quickly stepped around her and hurried up the stairs. “Goodnight, baby!” Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack… She wasn’t giving up that easy. Greg began running up the steps before reaching the hallway and sprinting towards his bedroom. Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack… He slammed the door shut behind him and quickly locked it. Seconds later he heard his daughter attempt to turn the knob. “Let me in!” she loudly demanded as she knocked on the wooden door with her fist. “It’s late, honey!” he shouted back. “Let’s just call it a night!” “What are you talking about!?” she shouted. “It’s 9:30!” “Big day tomorrow,” he responded. “Gotta get some sleep.” The knocking on the door turned into a pounding. “I let you read one of my stories!” That was true. He wasn’t exactly being fair about this but what was he supposed to do? Look at his daughter dressed that way? “You’re an asshole!” she yelled before Greg heard the familiar sound of her clicking heels head down the hallway towards her room. He walked over to his bed and plopped down on the mattress. Before he could process what had happened, his phone started to ring. He pulled it out of his pocket and did a double take. It was Cindy…Megan’s sister. “Hey, Cindy,” he answered. “Hey, Greg! Umm…we have a bit of a problem over here!” she laughed. “A problem?” “Yeah,” she laughed again. “Megan…Megan is pretty hammered.” He raised his eyebrows. “Megan!?” “Yeah,” she laughed again. Greg hadn’t seen his wife drunk in years. Actually, come to think of it, it may have been over a decade. She wasn’t a drinker at all. “She decided to play cards with the guys,” Cindy told him, “and they were playing for shots. And…well, canlı kaçak iddaa my sister isn’t the greatest poker player in the world,” she snickered. He shook his head. “You want me to come pick her up?” “If you want,” Cindy told him. “I took her keys. Or she can stay here tonight. That wouldn’t be a problem at all. Actually, Dad gave her the day off tomorrow so she can sleep it off here if that’s easier for you.” “Umm…” “Of course you should’ve given her tomorrow off!” Cindy yelled, presumably to her father. “You’re the reason she’s drunk!” Greg could hear laughing and rowdiness coming through the phone. If there was one thing Megan’s family was good at, it was having fun. And drinking. Lots and lots of drinking… “Yeah, if she could just sleep it off at your house that would probably be easiest,” he told his sister-in-law. “That way she can drive home tomorrow.” “Sounds good, Greg,” Cindy told him. “Oh yeah, I put two big pieces of cheesecake in the fridge for you and Mia. I’ll make sure Megan remembers to take them with her tomorrow.” “Awesome! Thanks for calling, Cindy.” “No problem! Talk to you later!” He ended the call. Chapter 6 – Decisions, Decisions. Greg tossed his cellphone on the bed and fell back onto the mattress. What was he going to do? Mia wasn’t going to stop. That had become clear to him. And while he had done a pretty decent job controlling himself over the past six days, it was becoming increasingly harder to do so. And now his wife wasn’t going to be home tonight. Out of all the days for her to get drunk at her sister’s house, of course, it had to be tonight. This strange, flirty vibe couldn’t continue any longer. He needed to have a real talk with his daughter. He left his bedroom and walked down the hallway before softly knocking on Mia’s door. “Honey, can I come in?” There wasn’t an answer. “Mia?” he asked again. “Go away!” He sighed to himself. “Come on, honey. I just want to talk for a minute.” He only heard silence. Greg let himself in anyway. The room was pitch black so he flicked the light switch up and looked at his daughter’s bed. She was lying in it, completely covered by a blanket, with her back facing him. “Mia…” No response. Greg walked over to her and took a seat on the edge of her bed. He slid his hands under the blanket and found her foot. He began to rub and massage it once again. “Those heels killed my feet,” she whined. The dad smiled while continuing to look at his daughter who had her face and body buried under her blankets. “Why’d you wear ’em then?” “For you,” she answered. “I thought you would like them.” “I did,” he told her. “Is that why you ran away?” “Honey,” he started, “I ran away because I was about to make a massive mistake. We’ve already made one before. It just isn’t right. We can’t be doing stuff like that.” Mia rolled over as her face emerged from the blankets. Her eyes were red and swollen. Greg could tell she’d been crying. “Why?” “Why what?” he asked. “Why can’t we?” He raised his eyebrows at her. “Really? Umm…because I’m your father.” “So?” she responded. “Who cares?” “I do. And your mother does. And pretty much everyone else,” he answered. “I just don’t understand why you keep fighting me,” she told him. “Like, what do you think is going to happen? That Mom is just going to become infatuated with you again? Out of the blue?”He shrugged his shoulders. “My one friend from school talked to a guy whose situation sounds a lot like yours. And guess how long its been since he had sex?” “I don’t know,” he answered. “Guess.” “Umm…two years.” Mia shook her head. “Eight.” Greg raised his eyebrows. “Eight…eight years!?” “Yep,” she responded. “And what makes you think you’re any different? Sure, this guy isn’t as good-looking as you and he probably isn’t as funny or charismatic, but his wife never came around. Dad, you’re eventually going to slip. And when you do, you’re going to cheat on Mom with some girl from the gym or something. You don’t think that’s risky? And what’s going to happen when Mom finds out? She’s going to divorce you. She told you herself! I listened to the conversation you two had last week! Dad, I don’t want you guys to divorce!” He opened his mouth but Mia wasn’t done. “So why is this such a bad idea? You can get your release from me. It doesn’t have to be every day or anything. I mean, it could if you want, but we probably wouldn’t be able to do it daily with Mom around. So when she isn’t around or she’s busy doing something and you’re in the mood, I can help you out. You’ll feel so much happier. So much more relaxed. It’s not like it’ll take hours or anything. It’ll just take a few minutes!” “This…this doesn’t seem wrong to you?” he asked her. “This whole thing. Forget I’m your father for a second. You’re eighteen. I’m forty-one. That doesn’t weird you out?” She rapidly shook her head. “I…I don’t…I don’t know,” he stammered as he continued to rub her feet. “I mean, maybe we can do something.” Mia quickly sat up. “But we would obviously have to establish a set of rules,” he stated. The sad, depressed look which had previously occupied his daughter’s face had disappeared. It was replaced by lust and eagerness. “Rule number one. Your mother can’t be home.” Mia nodded. “I’m serious!” he firmly told her. “Not in the shower, not in the backyard, not folding laundry…she can’t be home! That shit in the bathroom the other day with her in the hallway was crazy. I have no idea how we didn’t get caught.” The brunette grinned. Her mom talking to her dad through the door while she had his dick in her mouth was the hottest moment of her life. But she respected his boundaries. “Deal.” “Ok,” Greg continued. “And your mother is staying over your Aunt Cindy’s house tonight…” Mia immediately lunged towards her dad. She wrapped her hands around his neck and locked lips with him. “Hey! Hey, hey, hey!” he protested while pushing her off. “Rules!” “Mom’s not going to be home!” she smiled. “No, I’m not done with the rules!” he declared. Mia huffed before sitting Indian style, a foot away from her dad and patiently waited. She was still dressed in her little schoolgirl outfit. “Rule number two. You need to be honest with me.” “When am I not?” she asked. “You always are that I’m aware of,” he told her, “but if you aren’t in the mood, or you’re feeling pressured to do something, or anything like that…you have to tell me. I don’t want you to feel even the slightest bit of needing to do something you don’t want to do.” “Deal,” she agreed. “Rule number three,” he continued. “No sex.” “But, Dad…” “No,” he shook his head. “Sex is totally out of the question. That’s like ten steps too far.” Mia rolled her eyes at him. “But you need sex, Dad! You’re a man!” “Oral works for me,” he told her. “And obviously, I’ll return the favor on you.” “What?” “I’ll return the favor on you,” he repeated. “You’ll…you’ll go down on me?” she asked with a surprised look. “Absolutely.” Mia’s face lit up. “Deal! Deal! Super deal!” “Alright,” Greg laughed. “Rule number four…” “How many rules are there?” Mia interrupted with a huff. “This is the last one,” he answered. “How about some fuckin’ patience?” The brunette smirked. “You can’t call me Dad.” “What?” “You can’t call me Dad,” he told her again. “While we’re doing…you know…stuff.” “So I can call you like, Daddy, instead?” Greg had a confused expression. “What? No. No, you can’t call me any version of Dad. Dad, Daddy, Father…whatever. It’s all off-limits.” “Why?” “Because it’s weird to me,” he told her. “We can’t do this if that’s something you can’t agree to.” “No, no, no,” she shook her head. “I won’t call you Dad. What do you want me to call you then?” “Greg,” he answered. “Greg?” she repeated in a slightly disgusted tone. The dad laughed. “Gee, don’t sound too enthusiastic, Mia. It’s my name after all.” “Yeah, I know,” she told him. “It just makes me feel…kind of like…like Mom.” Greg reached out his hand. “Those are my four rules. We got a deal?” Mia accepted his handshake and moved even closer to her father. “We can kiss, right?” “Umm…yeah, I guess.” “Do you not like kissing?” she asked. The dad thought for a moment. “It’s not that. It’s just…” he started to laugh. “It’s just funny how things change. When I was your age, I hated kissing. I just wanted to get to the good stuff. Or the stuff I thought was the good stuff. Now that I’m married to a woman who doesn’t want my lips anywhere near her mouth, I sometimes feel like I would rather kiss than have sex.” Mia smiled at her dad. “Well, I want to kiss you.” Greg leaned in and locked lips with his daughter. It felt weird. It felt strange. But it felt good. And when their lips parted and Mia’s tongue slid into his mouth, that juvenile electricity he hadn’t felt in decades began to flow through his veins once again. Suddenly he was back in 1994. Back in his days of being parked on a side street in his beat-up Honda Accord, with some girl in the passenger seat next to him. The jolt he got from a simple kiss. Three years later a kiss didn’t do anything for him. Hell, a blowjob wasn’t even that great. He needed sex to really get off. Sometimes you need to lose something before you can really appreciate what you had. And he was going to appreciate every second of this. Mia slowly broke away from her dad’s mouth and looked into his eyes. “You’re a good kisser,” she smiled. Greg leaned in to continue but Mia pulled back slightly with a grin. “Take your shirt off.” The dad raised his t-shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor below. He immediately resumed his teenage make out session with his daughter. Mia’s hands were wandering all over her dad’s defined upper body. It was strange to her. She had lived with him for eighteen years. Puberty kicked in at the age of ten for the cute brunette and an admiration of her father quickly turned into an obsession. He was no longer just her awesome dad. He was her awesome dad who was also an extremely sexy older man. And in those eight years since she started becoming a woman, Mia had done plenty with her father. She’d snuggled with him, she’d hugged him, she’d kissed him, and she’d even given him a blowjob in their downstairs bathroom. But one thing she had never done was rub her hands along his shirtless body. And Mia was going to make up for lost time. It had been ages since Greg felt a woman rub her soft hands along his skin. And it had been even longer since he felt a girl do what his daughter was doing now. Mia had broken off their kiss again, but this time she was planting her lips all along his body. She had started at his neck before working her way down to his chest and abs. And as amazing as it felt, that tied off crop top had been on his mind the entire time. One little tug would open her shirt right up. She slid his hand to the edge of the white fabric and gave it a pull. Mia pulled back with a grin. In a matter of seconds, the brunette was pushed back onto the bed, now sprawled across the soft mattress sheets as her dad towered above her, kissing and licking every part of her body. His mouth moved from her toned, flat stomach, to the sensitive area right below her armpit, and eventually to her extremely receptive nipples. He was spending a lot of time on the latter. “Hey,” Mia called out as she fought off her moans in an attempt to get her dad’s attention. He didn’t respond. He just continued to suckle on her soft, pink nipples. The dad finally moved on from her small, perky breasts and began working his way lower, planting kisses on his daughter’s stomach before turning his attention to her thighs, dragging her plaid skirt and suspenders down with him. “Hey!” she tried to capture his attention once again. Greg was lost in his own world. His mouth moved to Mia’s little feet as he gave them a different kind of massage with his mouth. He quickly slid back up as he found himself face to face with her red thong. “Dad!” His head perked up. “You can’t call me that!” “I’ve been trying to get your attention…Greg.” He gave her his complete focus. “Sorry, honey. Whaddya need?” Mia slipped out of his grip, grabbed her pillow, and tossed it to the floor. “Off the bed,” she ordered him. “Noooooo,” Greg whined. “I want to…” “Later,” Mia interrupted. “I’ve waited six long days. Let’s go!” The dad jumped off the bed and stood in front of the pillow which was lying on the hardwood surface. Moments later, his daughter was kneeling on that very cushion. It wasn’t exactly a bad consolation prize. She quickly yanked his jeans down and shook her head. “Mom’s crazy…” “Hey,” he said, “no mentioning your mother.” Mia wrapped her little hand around her dad’s rapidly growing cock and felt it harden in her grasp. “Can I call you…you know…one time?” “I’d prefer if you didn’t,” he answered. “Just one time…” she begged. “It’s kind of…kind of a fantasy of mine.” He closed his eyes for a moment before reopening them. “Fine. Once.” Mia slid under her dad’s now fully erect penis and let it rest along the length of her face. “Your cock’s as big as my head, Daddy!” Greg stared down at his daughter as she giggled before watching her grab a hold of his penis with her hand. “Say that again.”Mia looked up. “Say what?” “That,” he told her. “But, I thought I wasn’t supposed to.” “Just say it,” he said while grinning down into her green eyes. “The exact quote or…” “Whatever you want.” he interrupted. “Just include it in there. One more time…” Mia let go of her dad’s hard penis and leaned back slightly to admire it with a smirk. “Your cock is so big, and fat, and long, and perfect…it’s my most favorite cock in whole wide world…Daddy!”It was all coming back to him. Kathy used to call him Daddy. It had been twenty years but those memories were reemerging. The deeper he explored his daughter’s sexually side, the more in common she appeared to have with his favorite ex-girlfriend. “Suck my cock.” Mia immediately followed his order and wrapped her lips around the head of his penis. He softly shook his head as he watched his daughter begin to bob on his manhood. She obediently obeyed his order just like Kathy always had. In fact, Red couldn’t get enough of being bossed around. “Deeper.” Mia attempted to go as far as she could, choking and gagging a few inches away from the base of his dick. He had never noticed it before. Even when they were in the bathroom it hadn’t occurred to him. He had been thinking about and longing for Red all this time, when he had his own version of her right in his own house. He had Mia. He opened his mouth to say something but his daughter’s actions caught his attention. She had moved her arms behind her back, wrapping her left hand around her right wrist. She opened her mouth and submissively looked up at him. “Feed it to me.” Greg placed his hands on her head and guided his rock hard member into her mouth. He watched it slowly disappear as he continued to push deeper and deeper. He pulled out when she started to choke. “No!” she whined. “Make me gag on it!” The only thing his daughter was wearing was a red thong. Well, that and the plaid necktie from her schoolgirl costume. Neckties were so pointless. Especially on women. In fact, the only time he had ever seen a proper use for one was at this very moment. Because on this Monday night in his daughter’s bedroom, Greg wrapped his hand around that small red necktie and yanked her petite upper body towards him. He began to pump his hips as his right arm pulled his little girl into him. Greg was facefucking his daughter. Mia’s hands never moved. They didn’t push against or wrap around his legs. They didn’t panic and search for something to hold on to. They made no aggressive movements whatsoever. No, they calmly stayed behind her back, allowing her dad to do whatever he wanted to her mouth for however long he wanted. She knew this was going to be a regular thing from this moment forward. The facefucking? Maybe not. But her position on her knees in front of her Dad? That was something the two of them would become very accustomed to. She was going to make sure of that. Once her father relaxed his grip to allow her to breath, she looked up at him with a smile. “I want…” Whatever was on her mind had been interrupted. Instead, she felt two big hands under her armpits pick her up, and send her flying back onto her bed. “I wasn’t done!” she whined. “Too bad,” Greg smirked. “I can’t wait any longer.” In an ideal world, Greg would have dragged the next moment out. Make it longer. Make it more sensual. And make it more seductive for his daughter. But it just wasn’t possible. There was no slow kissing, no intense buildup…no, he pulled Mia’s thong down like it was on fire. It needed to come off. Now. “Jesus Christ…” he moaned. “What?” Mia asked with a mix of curiousness and concern. He continued to stare at her vagina. “Dad?” “Don’t call me that…” he quietly told her while continuing to look down in a daze. “Umm…are you ok?” “You’re…” he slowly shook his head. “You’re so perfect.” Mia smiled. “Am I?” “So, so perfect, baby,” he answered as his tongue begin to wet his lips. “Like…you don’t even know.” In his twenty-seven years of sexual experience, Greg had never seen a prettier looking pussy than the one he was looking it. That must have been dozens of women. Who are we k**ding? It was a lot more than that. And that only made what he was staring at so much more unbelievable. Her lips were small and trim. It was just pink. An overwhelming, unbelievably inviting pinkness he wanted to introduce himself to on a regular basis. And there wasn’t a single hair to be seen. She was completely shaved. And she looked more than ready for his tongue. He didn’t make her wait. Four minutes later Mia was on the edge of a forbidden, taboo pleasure. Her dad had her right there. She never came this fast. Her previous boyfriends hadn’t been able to get her off at all, and it took forever to cum when she was alone. Toys, hands, it didn’t matter. But in four minutes her father had her on the cusp of an orgasm. And when she reached out and grabbed a handful of his thick, brown hair…she had no plans of hitting minute number five. Greg heard his daughter beginning to moan louder and moved his tongue away from her clit, down along her little vagina, until he reached her inner thighs. “Noooooo!” she whined as her head shot up from the pillow it was resting on. “Go back!” “Quiet,” he laughed as his lips continued to plant kisses along her legs. “Please!” she begged. “Oh my God, I was so close!” He moved his mouth back to her vagina but hovered over her lips, allowing his daughter to feel his warm breath. Greg felt a hand reach out and grab his hair again. He slapped it away. “Dad!” “Hey!” he shouted. “Greg…” she pouted. “Hands behind your back.” She looked at him confused. “What?” “Hands behind your back,” he repeated. Mia moved her hands underneath her body so they were now trapped under her small frame. As soon as she completed her task, that wet tongue found her clit once again. She closed her eyes and let out a soft exhale as she rested her head back. “Yessssssssssss…” Greg began to gently rub his daughter’s pussy with his right hand as his tongue remained focused on her clit. His middle finger slowly slid inside her. He felt it immediately become swallowed by her warm, wet juices. After a few moments, he increased his tempo. Her hips began to buck. “Don’t you dare stop!” she moaned as her lower body continued to move with her hands buried against the mattress. He wouldn’t dream of it this time. Seconds later Mia let out a loud squeal as Greg continued to feverish lick and lap as his daughter’s most sensitive of body parts, sending her over the edge. Her hands had wiggled out from under her back and once again had two fistfuls of his brown hair as she erupted in her dad’s mouth. He gave her one last long lick before sitting up and breaking away from her hold. “Hey! Who told you to move?” Mia’s hand were still reaching out, grasping at the air her dad’s hair had previously occupied. She bit her lip. “I asked you a question!” The worried look on her face quickly turned to a smirk. “No one.” “Then why did you move?” he asked with a scowl. “Because I’m a bad girl,” she grinned up at him. “And I do what I want!” His pretend outrage turned into a laugh. He couldn’t even fake being mad at her, even if they were just role-playing. “How’d that feel?” he smiled. “Amazing,” she answered with a jubilant look on her face. “I’ve never cum like that.” “Well, your old man’s a pro after all,” he chuckled. “So how about you finish me and we call it a night?” “No!” Mia immediately answered. “No?” he asked. A smirk slowly formed on his face. “Oh, you want some more? I’ll get back down there…” “No,” she interrupted. “What if we…” “Don’t even!” he cut her off. She took a deep huff. “Just like real slow and easy. It won’t even count!” “Mia,” Greg laughed, “that’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard.” “What?” she playfully grinned. “Slow and easy doesn’t count?” he asked with his eyebrows raised. “Am I retarded?” Mia briefly pondered her next move before it came to her. “Ok, so…what if you rub yourself on me?” He gave her a curious look. “I’ll just use my tongue again. Mia, I’m not like one of your high school boyfriends. I love doing that shit.” “I wanna feel you though…” she whined. “You want me…” “To rub your cock on my clit,” she interrupted, finishing his sentence in her own special way. He debated with himself. He debated much, much longer than he should’ve. “I…I can’t, Mia.” “For thirty seconds!” she pleaded. He took a deep breath. He was going to regret this. “Twenty seconds…” “Deal!” she smiled. “Set the timer on your phone,” he told her while looking at the taboo temptation he was about to tease himself with. “Lord knows I’m gonna need it…” Mia reached out and grabbed her phone off the nightstand before setting the timer. She placed it down on the bed sheets and looked at her dad. “Let me know when to start.” “Let me see it first.” “I set it,” she told him, still looking into his eyes. “I wanna see it. Hold it up,” he demanded. “It’s set, Dad. Let’s go!” “Mia…” he firmly said. The teen took an exhale before gingerly reaching for her phone and holding it up. She turned her face away from her father. “Oh, come on!” he yelled. “You set it for two minutes!” “Whoops…” she quietly laughed while looking at her bedroom wall. “Give me that fuckin’ thing,” he grinned before snatching the phone out of her hand. “Ok…twenty seconds. You ready?” She turned her face back to him and locked onto his eyes. “So ready,” she answered before spreading her legs. Greg positioned himself closer to her on his knees and took control of his cock with his right hand. He instinctively gave it a few unnecessary strokes. He had never been harder. He reached out with his left hand and hit ‘start’ on the phone. The countdown was on. The dad slowly moved his penis towards his daughter’s pink pussy and let it graze along her wet lips. He pulled his dick away slightly and watched a trail of juices come along with it. There was a visible string of fluids running the several inches from his hard meat to Mia’s perfect vagina. “Slap me with it,” Mia moaned with her eyes closed and her head back in her pillows. He obliged her request and the sounds of wet, firm thuds began ringing throughout the bedroom. Mia was so close to the exact thing she wanted. Her dad’s thick, powerful cock was slapping against her little pussy. She felt so small, so vulnerable, and so submissive. She just wanted to feel him inside her. The one man she trusted more than anyone in the world, being able to experience her most intimate of areas. No matter how much she made him laugh or how deeply they connected on a mental level, there was no closer state of being than two lovers taking that plunge. And he was right there. The thuds stopped and Greg moved his cock to his daughter’s throbbing clit. He slowly began to rub and tease her. “Mmmmmmmm,” she moaned as her right hand reached out to feel her dad’s body. The blaring sounds of an alarm began to radiate from the phone. Greg turned it off with his free hand. His cock hadn’t moved. “Just the tip…” he whispered. “Just the tip…” Mia quietly purred with her eyes still closed. Greg slowly pushed the head of his cock through his daughter’s natural resistance until he felt it become engulfed by her warm, wet insides. “Ahhhhhhh…” he deeply moaned as he watched Mia’s hips slowly readjust on the mattress. Her face tilted up and looked at him. “A little more…” she softly begged. Greg’s hips moved a fraction of an inch forward and Mia’s eyes responded by rolling back. He watched his daughter’s head fall back onto the pillows below. He never should’ve done this. His situation was the ultimate Kobayashi Maru. There was truly no way to win. What was he going to do? Pull out? But he promised just the tip. He promised it to himself, but more importantly he promised it to Mia. He was a responsible adult with bills and a mortgage. He knew how to say no to things. He did it every time he went to the store or out to eat. Temptations are for c***dren. Not for men. Nothing was going to get him to cave. He was positive of that. He watched his daughter raise her head once again and lock her green eyes onto his. “Fuck me,” she whispered. Greg immediately buried his dick inside his daughter. There was no easing in, no gentleness…he was like a man possessed. She was indescribably tight. Like nothing he had ever felt before. Every inch of his dick which had disappeared inside his girl was covered in her juices. Her warmness, wetness, and love was enveloping him. And he just wanted more. “Slow, slow, slow,” she begged with her hands pressed against his flat stomach. He instantly slowed his pace. “I’m sorry, baby!” he quickly apologized. She smiled up at him. “No, no, it’s ok. Just…just slower for a second. It’s big.” The rapid, powerful strokes he had been taking were replaced by long, slow, loving ones. Every thrust resulted in the feeling of sensations firing from her vaginal walls and landing on his cock. He could feel every ridge and bump gripping him as she continued to adjust to his size. “A little faster,” she told him. “Dad.” Greg leaned down and locked lips with his daughter before increasing his tempo. The sounds of her moans were being canceled out by the dancing of their tongues. Mia softly pushed his head back with her hand before smiling up at him. “Daddy…” Greg’s pace continued to increase. “Fuck me, Dad!” Mia demanded as her smile turned to a look of strong, passionate lust. His strokes were becoming long, deep, and powerful. “Oh my God!” Mia moaned as she tried to look up at her father. The overwhelming sensation she was experiencing wasn’t allowing her to open her eyes. But her mouth still worked. “I want your cum inside me!” Greg couldn’t believe he lasted as long as he did. A combination of how good she felt and how long it had been since the last time he had sex should’ve caused him to cum in seconds. But somehow he had been able to hold the short time he did. But he couldn’t any longer. And while the idea of cumming inside of her was amazing, the responsible adult in him knew he couldn’t. But maybe… He felt the first jolt of cum fire from the tip of his dick. Uh-oh. Well, there’s nothing he could do about it now… Greg pushed as far into his daughter as he could and felt his dick continue to explode like it hadn’t in over two decades. It was like she had a clamp on his cock. A tight, wet, velvet grip which wanted to absorb every living part of him. It was a love he hadn’t felt in forever. An acceptance he had longed for. And when he finally finished, he looked down to see a pair of loving green eyes staring up at him. “I love you, Dad.” “I love you too, baby,” he replied before giving her a long kiss. After a few moments, he began to pull away. “No!” He urgently stopped. “Don’t move!” “What’s the problem?” he asked with concern. “Just leave it in me,” she smiled. “Just a little longer.” He always had a hard time saying no to his little girl… “And I’m not even going to clean myself,” Mia smirked up at him. “Because when I talk to Mom tomorrow, I wanna feel you dripping out of me.” He leaned down again and smothered his daughter’s lips with his mouth. He had never shared a deeper, more passionate kiss with anyone in his life. Chapter 7 – A New Beginning. The morning after. Greg slept like a baby. Like a big, well fed, well taken cared of baby. And that’s exactly how he felt. He was satisfied. Satisfied for the first time in ages. Red hadn’t crept into his dreams for a single second. In fact, the dad had no idea what he dreamed about. Or maybe he hadn’t dreamt at all. It was just darkness. Happiness. Zen. He had been longing for a woman who no longer existed in his life. She hadn’t for two decades. Who knows what Kathy had been up to for the last twenty years? Maybe she was married with a daughter of her own. Or maybe she had never found the right man and decided to live a life by herself? Whatever path she had chosen, it didn’t matter. Because she wasn’t Greg’s and Greg wasn’t hers’. They shared something a long time ago but it was gone. The feelings he had for the redhead vanished once he met Megan and they stayed in her for years before she forcibly rejected them from her body. But someone else in his life had absorbed those lost, wandering feelings of his. The feelings that just wanted someone to love, and appreciate, and care for. And that someone was Mia. It almost hurt him that it took a forbidden sexual act to realize what he had with his daughter. He knew he loved her. He knew he cared about her. He knew he would anything if it met providing his angel with a better future. She had given his life meaning. She had given him a reason to wake up and look forward to each and every day. But during the special moment they shared last night in her bedroom, he realized so much more than that. He didn’t just love her. He adored her. She wasn’t just his world. She was the only thing that mattered. She deserved everything. He was never going to be able to look at her the same way again. She wasn’t just his daughter anymore. She was so much more than that. This Tuesday morning was the start of his new life. He had a new woman. A new soulmate. Twenty-four hours ago Greg didn’t believe in the concept of souls. Now he did. What else was connecting him to Mia this way? It wasn’t love. It was deeper than that. Stronger than that. People spend their entire lives searching for a bond like this and he finally found it. He found it inside the person he smiled at everyday for the past eighteen years. She had been right in front of him this entire time but he looked everywhere else. That was never going to happen again. There was nowhere else to look now. Mia was the only thing he saw. 7:02AM. Greg slowly opened his eyes. A smile formed on his face as he raised his right hand a few inches into the air and gave a wave. “Hey, Dad!” Mia greeted him with an even bigger smile. She had taken his penis out of her mouth and was now stroking it with her hands. “I know you don’t have to wake up for another hour, but I thought you wouldn’t mind.” Greg laughed to himself as he rested his head back onto his pillow. Things were never going to be the same.

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