“It’s okay, baby. We probably went over the line but I’ll tell you something even weirder.”
“What?”
“I think – no, I know for a fact – your mom knew perfectly well what was going to happen today.”
“What are you talking about, daddy?”
“Your mother… well, she’s a lot less straight-laced than you might think. Hell, she had you help me with the semen sample, right? I think it was a long time coming and this was just a good opportunity.”
I frowned. “How do you mean?”
“She’s always had these crazy fantasies. One of them is to know that I screw around with other women, especially you.”
“Me?”
“Yes, sometimes we role-play. She wants me to call her by your name while we’re having sex. It gets her going and honestly I find it pretty hot too. So my broken hands, this was the perfect moment to make things come true. She’s gonna want me to tell her about this in detail tonight.”
I shook my head. “This is crazy.”
He smiled at me knowingly. I was utterly shocked but also turned on again. I had gone from good girl to brazen whore having incestuous sex. Maybe if I kept an open mind, if I told my mom about how much I enjoyed this… maybe she would let us do this again.
Maybe next time she would join us!
I was getting wet once more at the thought.
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Being Brave for Daddy By Saffron Daughter
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Mandy Simmons was just your average young woman. At nineteen years old, she was taking a gap year off to work and save up money for university. She was going to spend six months working, and six months traveling through Asia, where it was cheap, and where she could see all sorts of amazing thing she’d never seen before growing up in suburban Vancouver.
Sure, it was a stereotype, but she owned the stereotype. Why not go see Vietnam? Cambodia? Maybe even India, the land of spiritual enlightenment! If there was one thing for sure, it was that Mandy was not lacking for bravery.
Mandy Simmons sighed, wondering why she was thinking about herself in the third person. Why was she lying about herself in the third person? The truth was that she knew she wasn’t brave. She knew that if she truly was brave, she would have confronted her feelings a long time ago.
But she couldn’t do it. It was simply too scary. They were simply too wrong.
For Mandy was secretly in love with her father.
No, scratch that. Step-father. But the distinction was arbitrary to her. He had practically raised her from birth. She was abandoned by her true parents, her blood parents, just left out in a disabled toilet of shopping center.
From what she’d been told, Matthew Simmons, her step-father, had heard her crying and was surprised to find the door unlocked. The authorities told him that she’d be given up to social services, but he could try and keep her if he wanted, but he’d have to go through a lot of checks for eligibility.
She remembered the conversation she had with her step-father acutely.
“So what did you do?” Mandy had asked when she was just a teenager, fidgeting with her fingers, almost afraid to hear about her own past.
“I ran away,” he said. “With you. We came up to Canada. I had a friend who helped me slip through with you, and the rest, they say, is history.”
“Are you talking about Uncle Buck?” she had asked, knowing her father’s best friend well.
“That’s right,” he had told her. “He helped me to save your life.”
“Save my life?”
“Once you’re in the system, Mandy… it ruins you.”
The memories were potent. She could remember him gazing off into some unfocused point in his own history, his own timeline. She had never asked, but she had always suspected that her step-father had been abandoned himself. Only, nobody had come to rescue him and give him a good home. He’d been… in the system.
“Mandy, I’m home!”
Her step-father’s voice burst her out of her reverie, and she sat up on the sofa, a soap opera still playing on the television, grinning.
“Hey!” she said, getting up and smoothing out her tank top. She was wearing it tucked into high-waist denim shorts, and she gestured at her hips, looking at him expectantly.
“What?”
“What do you think? They just arrived today.”
He frowned for a split second. “Your shorts are short.”
She rolled her eyes. “Come on, of course they are. But seriously, tucked in or out?”
“Sorry?”
“My top, Dad!”
He smiled, and leaned against the kitchen counter after setting down his briefcase. She regarded him for a moment. He looked so good in his work clothes. He only ever wore a shirt, no tie, slacks, and with his sleeves rolled up. He never went to work that formal. But still he made it really work. There was something… something disheveled about his whole appearance but without being overtly messy. He just looked perpetually windswept… or something.
“I don’t know. Do women these days tuck in their tops?”
Mandy looked at him, exasperated. “Are you serious?”
“Yes,” he said, grinning. “I don’t pay attention.”
“What do you mean?”
He looked away then, breaking eye contact for just the tiniest of moments. But Mandy didn’t miss it.
“What do you mean?”
“Oh, you know. I just don’t pay attention to women.”
Hope swirled inside her. “Why not?”
“I’m just too busy, you know.” He paused. “Plus, you know, I’m a Dad.”
“Hey, Dad?”
“Yeah, baby?” he said, turning to get himself a glass of water. Mandy watched as he did so, admiring his figure. The man was in amazing shape. She knew he went to the gym all the time, but she hadn’t really appreciated the level of his discipline until she started paying attention to his diet. Lean meats and veggies. Rarely did he indulge, and when he did, it was usually because he was with her and wanted to please her.
“Um,” she stalled, wondering just where she was about to go. She felt a little like she’d caught herself trespassing, or something…
“What is it, sweetheart?” He turned around and smiled at her. He was really handsome, and Mandy knew it wasn’t just that she was hopelessly in love with him. He just looked good. Strong jaw, eyes that pierced, an easy smile. His slightly-higher-than-normal cheekbones lent him a touch of prettiness, too, which, honestly, Mandy didn’t mind.
“Do you think I’m a coward?”
“What?” he asked, stepping forward and putting down the glass. “Why do you ask that?”
“It’s just… I don’t think I’m very brave.”
“You’re a very brave girl, Mandy. You grew up with a single father looking after you, and you were never worse for wear. That doesn’t happen without a bit of courage on your part, too.”
“What do you mean?”
“Being able to trust someone is being brave, Mandy.”
“Do you trust me?”
“Of course I do.”
“So do you trust me when I say that I have evidence, hard proof, that I’m not brave? That I’m just a coward?”
He furrowed his brow. Mandy’s heart sank a little. Did he have no inclination as to what she was just about to confess to? She could hardly believe she was doing it, herself.
“Dad,” she said. “I’m not brave because I have a secret I haven’t told you all these years. It’s bad. It’s really bad.”
“Baby,” he said, holding her shoulders in his hands. “You can
tell me anything.”
She looked up at him, marshaling her conviction. “I’m in love with you.” She held up a finger then, and shook her head. “No. It’s not that I love you. Every daughter loves their father. It’s that I’m in love with you. So don’t deflect.”
He looked at her for a moment in silence, before smiling.
“What?” she demanded. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing,” he said, still smiling. “It’s just… not what I expected to hear.”
“So?” she asked, throwing her chin up at him and balling her fists. She was getting ready to slap him and storm off. “What of it?”
“I’m glad you told me,” he said. He stepped closer to her. “Because, truthfully, I’m not brave either.”
Time seemed to stop for Mandy. “You’re not brave, either?” she said quietly.
“No. You’re braver than me. You told me first.”
“You mean?”
He nodded. “Yeah.” A flicker of emotion on his face told her everything she needed to know. He felt the same way about her, but he was conflicted. It ran contrary to his responsibility as her father. It ran contrary to what society expected, of what was allowed.
A surge of agency took her, and she leapt forward and kissed him, wrapping her hands around his neck and her legs around his waist. He grunted, catching her, and held her tight, and kissed her back, too. At first their kiss was tentative, but in seconds flat it was a flurry of mashing tongues, wet lips, and crashing teeth.
“Oh, Daddy,” she mewled into his mouth, kissing his lower lip and then his upper lip and then lower again, as if she couldn’t get enough of him. “Oh my God, Daddy, I need you right now.”
He grunted again, and walked up the steps to the bedroom, her legs still wrapped around his waist, her arms still clinging onto the back of his neck, and her lips still frantically kissing his.
He set her down on the bed and hooked his thumbs into the elastic of her shorts and pulled them down her legs, bringing her underwear with it. She had thought she might feel modest, but that thought never crossed her mind. Naked from the waist down, she sat up and removed her tank top, and unclipped her bra, and he knelt down in front of her, kneading her breasts, pulling at her nipples, and kissing her from her neck, down past her armpits, before taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking hard.
“Your clothes,” she panted, and he nodded and got up, unbuttoning his shirt. His body came in to view and she relished in the sight, seeing his hard-cut abs and his big chest. He removed his shirt, and though she’d seen him topless many times before, this time it was different.
He was just so fucking sexy!
Her eyes traveled down his body, over the bulges of his abs like they were rolling waves out in the ocean, and she saw his snail-trail, a light dusting of hair that disappeared beneath his belt buckle. Looking down even more, she saw the huge bulge in his slacks, and the distinct shape of something that looked like a curled cucumber.
She gasped. She reached forward and unbuckled his belt, before unbuttoning his trousers and pulling his trousers down, and bringing his boxer-briefs with him. His cock, huge, unfurled, and she saw he was fully erect, beading pre-cum like crazy.
She grabbed onto his cock, amazed at his girth, and began to pump him, pulling him closer to her.
But he had other plans, it seemed.
“Daddy!” she cried, laughing as he pushed her back onto the bed, and as he settled in between her legs. She looked down at him out of heavy-lidded eyes, legs together and to the side.
“What do you want, Daddy?” she asked, teasing.
“To make you feel good,” he told her, not an ounce of mirth in his voice. “Now open your legs.”
She was revealed to him when he lifted her knees and spread for him. She smiled at him, lust in her eyes. She couldn’t believe this was happening. This was actually happening! For so long she had craved for just a moment like this, when she’d be with him, her step-father, her Daddy… she never actually believed for one second, though, that it would come to fruition! That her dreams, her fantasies… would be realized!
She quivered as his lips kissed the aching skin on the inside of her thigh. It made her shiver, and it made goose bumps erupt all over her.
“Oh,” she moaned quietly, running her hands up her sides. Was this wrong? Was this something they shouldn’t be doing? Of course it was! But that didn’t mean she was going to stop!
He dragged his lips across her soft skin inward toward her womanhood. “Oh, Daddy,” she whispered as he slipped his fingers up her folds, kneading her puffy outer lips before spreading her wide, opening her velvet womanhood to him.
Aroused like she had a devil inside her, she craved for his touch on her private place. She wanted the destination, but she also wanted the journey. He started to plant small pecks on her outer lips, and she shivered crazily, feeling suddenly hotter than she was just mere microseconds ago.
She was already so sensitive down there!
Mandy let her head rest backward, and hummed. Her breathing quickened at his every touch. He was doing things to her she simply couldn’t comprehend.
“Yes,” she moaned as he teased her, taking it slow, and she loved that. Mandy didn’t mind being teased, but God if it also wasn’t driving her crazy! She couldn’t wait for him to start pleasuring her.
He gave her entire vulva a quick suck, like it was a delicious fruit. She felt it everywhere, even down in her toes, and especially at the insides of her thighs.
Deftly, with his tongue, he went up one side of her clitoral hood, down the other to brush electrically against her hardened stub of a clitoris, now so, so, so sensitive… begging for more… begging for release.
She pushed her chest forward, wanting to receive more of his attention. She was like a cat longing for more attention, but at the same time wanting to stretch languidly, as though in the sun. Only, sunlight was pleasure, his touch, his attention.
He seemed to sense her impatience, and took her quivering bundle of nerves into his mouth, suckling on it, flicking his tongue at it, before transitioning into a rhythmic, circular licking.
She was aflame with sexual need. There was simply no other way she could put it. She felt on fire.
“Yes,” she moaned as he began to slowly lap at her clit, teasing it from left to right. Fireworks shot up through her with each wet, sticky lap against her nubbin, a short shock of sensation. “Fuck,” she breathed, practically panting.
She moaned when he pushed his tongue in between her slick folds. She could feel it growing, that pressure, that need for release. She hummed, yearning for when he would properly start serving her, when he would stop teasing her and just drive her forward to that oblivion she sought.
Taking her dot into his mouth, he began to tongue it. She stretched out, pointing her toes. She grinned, disbelief of what was actually happening buzzing about in her mind momentarily before being drowned out by the growing tide of her lust.
“Faster,” she panted, but he was still just teasing her. She arched her back, as though granting further invitation. Lifting her hips up, Mandy ground them into his face.
She could smell her arousal, but felt no pang of modesty for it was obvious he was utterly enjoying it.
He groaned onto her, and her body trembled at the vibrations. It was as if a beast had been unleashed within her, and she wanted to cry out and demand more.
He was at her clitoris, flicking her sensitive bud from left to right, dragging his tongue in between her outer and inner lips. The feeling of his hand grabbing the meat of her thigh quickened her panting. She already felt like a hot dog, but he was plucking from her core something animalistic, something primal.
“Yes, yes,” she panted when he began to ring her entrance. She bucked her hips upward even more. She arched her back even more. She wanted even more.
Her nipples were rock hard beneath her fingers as she tweezed them, and she decided enough was enough. “No more teasing,” she whispered
, moving her hips, trying to get his finger in her entrance.
The heat she felt from his hot lips on her seemed to drown out all other sensations. She groaned as he pushed a finger inside her and dragged it across her front wall. Her eyes twitched shut, and she clenched her fists tight.
“Oh, Daddy,” she groaned. She was already in heaven, but she knew it was going to get better.
She also knew just from the way he ate her out that he loved the way she tasted, and he pulled his finger out of her, and sucked on the digit, closing his eyes as he did so.
“I could suck on your pussy forever,” he whispered.
“You like the way I taste, Daddy?”
“Oh, baby girl,” he said, looking up from between her legs and meeting her eyes. The eye contact made her jolt. “I love the way you taste.”
He ducked back down, running his tongue up her slit, and then she felt a second digit ease into her canal, and angled it upward. He began to put more pressure on her, and she threw her head back, squeezing her breasts.
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