Renée stopped tickling Paul's taint to reach across his body and guide his free hand to her aching pussy. She bent her outside knee and spread wide to give him access. She had to use his hand to masturbate with before he got the idea, but once she was satisfied that he wouldn't abandon her kitty she went back to her explorations.
Paul was a shocked at his daughter's boldness but was totally under her thrall. She caught every nuance and understood him in ways no one else ever has or could. And he loved her so very, very much. Not just as his child but as a strong, intelligent and truly beautiful woman, inside and out.
Between the feminine flesh pressed to his, the sensual kisses, the aroma of a woman's desire and the knowledge that it was his daughter on his lap, Paul was reeling. When she started rubbing his fingers in her juices, the added stimulation caused Paul to overload and he had the out of body experience of watching himself perform without being in control. His fingers started petting and penetrating her vulva of their own volition. Slowly at first, but as Paul's mind caught up with his reality, he started to be more aware of the sexy woman on top of him and became an active participant in their game.
Paul tugged and parted Renée's labia while massaging her clit with his palm. He ran his fingers down her taint until he was pushing into the gluteal fold where she clenched around it. On the return trip he ran his middle finger through her slit till it rested on her hard button. He made soft tiny circles before changing his motion to quick little back and forth flicks. When he return to the palm massage while slipping a finger inside, Renée rolled back and shifted to lay across Paul's lap with her legs splayed. The hand Paul did not have buried in her box, caught and supported her shoulders. Paul shifted as well, to get a better angle, and slowly sank two fingers into the dripping pussy on display for him.
"That feels so good!" Renée sighed. "Is it ok if this is all we do tonight?" She asked softly. "I don't think I'm ready for more."
Her voice broke the spell Paul was under and, with a blink, he came back to himself. His eyes grew wide and he said in a tight voice, "Honey, I'm not sure I'm ready for this."
"Do you want to stop?" It was obvious from her arched tone that she wasn't asking for her benefit but rather, so he could untangle his conflicted emotions.
"No, God help me," he prayed, "I don't want to stop."
"I don't want you to stop, either." Renée said with satisfaction.
Paul chuckled at her tone. It made him realize, again, how mature, insightful and intelligent his child could be. Then it came to him that in the here and now he was experiencing, Renée was less his child and more a Fucking Hot Woman. A hot woman who knew exactly what she wanted, was mature enough to understand the ramifications and smart enough to know how to obtain her goal with a singlemindedness that stunned him.
With that epiphany and awareness that he was not treating her with respect she deserved for being a FHW, he redoubled his efforts. The fingers he had deep inside her curled, looking for a little rough patch. Renée jumped slightly on his lap when he found it. Paul added a third finger and started pistoning in and out, each time reaching for that special spot within her. His thumb play with her button, never staying with one motion for long. His lips found her breast and suckled like a hungry child, including the odd nip. With Paul's full attention on the important things, it didn't take long until Renée sucked in a huge breath and exhaled with a heavy sigh, collapsing bonelessly into him.
"That was wonderful daddy, thank you." She said dreamily as he removed his hand from between her legs.
"You're welcome, beautiful. Now let me up." He said giving her a nudge. "The timer went off three minutes ago."
"I didn't hear it." She said opening her eyes and seeing his hard on, "You haven't cum yet."
"I don't need to orgasm every time." He contemplated explaining the complexity of the male libido, then decided that he didn't understand it well enough. "The pleasure is in the giving as much as the getting." He said instead.
Renée rolled her eyes behind his back, before she smiled and followed him to the kitchen.
***
Sharon texted when she got on the BART in Walnut Creek so Paul and Renée were waiting expectantly when she stepped out of the station towing her suitcase. The two exited the car, excited to greet her. But paused at her countenance, which said something was bothering her.
"Are you O.K.? Did something happen?" asked Paul.
"Is there someplace we could go before dinner?" Sharon responded. "Someplace within walking distance of here, so we can talk."
"That doesn't sound good."
Sharon glanced at Renée before looking back at Paul. "It's not bad. At least I don't think so, but you may feel different."
"If it's not bad, can't you just tell us?" Renée was not happy.
"Is it an old boyfriend?" Asked Paul softly.
"There are no old boyfriends. Not real ones anyway. But there is work." She took a big breath, "Felicity called."
Paul looked confused. "Who's Felicity? Another actress?"
"No. She's a producer for K.S. Productions." Sharon rushed the next statement. "They want me to come in to do a scene."
"The company that distributes your movies." Said Paul looking for more.
"And produces them." Sharon said with trepidation.
Paul and Renée traded equally baffled looks. "I don't see the problem." Paul explained.
"They want me to do a scene." Sharon repeated, "With other actors. Male actors that will fuck me."
"Male actors with huge shlongs." Renée got it.
"Yes." Said Sharon looking at Paul anxiously.
"Sharon," said Renée before Paul could respond, "Dad and I already talked about this. Unless he lied to me, and he never has that I know of, there's no problem."
Sharon turned her gaze from Paul to Renée and back again. "You have? There isn't?"
"Yeah, in the car on the way back from your place." Renée answered. "I was worried because I thought Dad really liked you and I thought your job would be an issue."
Sharon grimaced. She obviously had the same thoughts.
"Dad said you've probably fucked a lot of people in your job." Renée started.
Sharon didn't look mollified with that statement.
"He said you probably fucked people before you became an actress." Renée continued. "Then he said that he fucked women before he dated mom and that mom fucked guys before him. He's also sure that there are no end of number of people, male and female, who wanted to fuck me. But it's not about who you fuck, he said. It's about who you want to be with once you're done fucking. Who you cuddle with. Who you want to share your triumphs and fears with. You want to be with us enough to go to this stupid festival. That's good enough for us. For now at least."
Sharon looked at Paul in astonishment. "You said that?"
"More or less." Responded Paul sheepishly. "Renée can be rather eloquent when she wants to be."
"Yes she can be. I don't know why I'm surprised." Then focusing on Paul, "I said it before; you are a very unusual man."
Paul looked embarrassed but didn't reply.
She turned back to Renée. "Well, I think he's probably right. And just so you know; the number of people I've ever wanted to cuddle with after sex is three; Jerry and you two.
Paul smiled at that last statement. "You want to cuddle with me?"
"Yes. And spend time with you. Not fucking. And share my triumphs and fears. I want to see where this thing we started last Saturday will take us. I told you before you are special to me. You too Renée." Then handing her case to Paul, "Can we get going? I'm hungry. I haven't eaten all day I was so worried how you would react."
"You want to cuddle with me, too?" asked Renée as they slid in, "How's that work?"
Sharon turned to look over the seat. "Yes. I want to cuddle with you. And spend time and share triumphs and everything else that goes with it. And I don't know how it works. We'll figure it out as we go."
"I'm only 18. I don't have the experience that you have." Not intimidated, just curious.
"Renée, like your father," Sharon stated firmly, "I don't care who you've fucked before me or, in your case, who you haven't fucked."
"I didn't mean sex experience, I meant life experience."
"Oh, Renée, that's just being young. I know, no matter how I may feel, that I'm fairly young myself. I have more experience than you, but I have less than your dad. Being young is not a problem. Being young is an adventure. And I want to be there as you explore life and find your place. I would be sad if we never made love again, but I would be devastated if I wasn't allowed to be your friend." She turned to Paul. "The same goes for you. If you don't want to play with me, tell me. But please don't shut me out." The rest of the ride was quiet while the three absorbed the ramifications of that confession.
