Her Mother's Daughter

A/N: For this story I rely rather heavily on the reader's imagination and willingness to fantasise. I purposely didn't add what I consider unimportant details; I left it to the reader to decide what the house, and yard look like and what the majority of the characters physical attributes are. I do include some physical descriptions just not a lot. If you like a lot of scene setting and lengthy descriptions of body types and eye/hair coloring et cetera, then you probably won't enjoy this story. I'm okay with that. Hopefully there are a few readers who will enjoy it. Letting me know with votes or written feedback would be appreciated. TIA.

~FM :)

Ken shook his head and took another swig of beer as he watched his best friend Bruce's, 18 year old daughter climbing out of the pool. He set his beer down and turned to Bruce,

"No disrespect, Bruce, but Abby is fucking hot! Hope you got a loaded shotgun, bro!"

Bruce fidgeted but laughed good-naturedly,

"Anyone but you would be eating a knuckle sandwich for that comment! That's my daughter you're lusting after!"

Ken held up his hands placatingly,

"Not hungry anyway so thanks for not offering me one! I'm just letting you know; I feel a duty as your best bud because since you're her Dad, you just don't see her the way the rest of us poor sons o' bitches do! I'm tellin' ya Bruce-ter, what I wouldn't give if she just wasn't your little punkin girl!"

Bruce slapped a heavy hand on Ken's back as they continued to chuckle,

"I consider myself told- now shut the fuck up in favor of seeing your next birthday!"

Just then Abby appeared in front of them, dripping pool water as she towelled off,

"Hi Daddy. Hi Ken. What's so funny?"

Ken winked at her,

"My love life! Funniest joke your Dad's heard in a long while! Hey I gotta get going punkin girl. Thanks for the brew Bruce-ter, gimme a call this weekend we'll go cruisin' chicks!"

Bruce grinned and waved his friend off. Abby took Ken's vacated seat and then handed a bottle of sunscreen to her Dad,

"Can you do me, please, Daddy?"

He choked mid-swallow of his beer and nodded, accepting the bottle of sunscreen. Before she turned around, she touched his shoulder in concern,

"You okay, Daddy? Wrong hole?"

He smiled and nodded,

"Yeah. I'm okay now punkin girl. Turn around. Just your back?"

She shook her head,

"No, my whole body please. I don't want to get that goop under my fingernails."

His hands stilled momentarily as he processed the notion of rubbing down his hot, string-bikini clad, 18 year old daughter, with coconut scented sunscreen. He felt his face flush guiltily, as his cock stirred and he thought to himself,

~I hope to God she doesn't notice I'm hard doing this.~

Abby stood up to give her Dad, full 360 degree access. He had already done her back, shoulders and arms and was kneeling down to do her left leg. As his hands encircled and approached her thigh she spread her legs wider and he got a clear glimpse of the outline of her slightly parted and obviously bare, pussy lips.

"Did you ever do this for Mom?"

His hands stilled again and he had a brief memory flash of his late wife's naked body trembling with desire under his fingertips. It didn't seem fair, in his opinion, that twelve years could pass and he could still miss Gabby so desperately. His hands continued to spread sunscreen on his daughter's strong, toned, tanned, shapely thigh.

"Yes, Abby. Funnily enough, Gabrielle didn't like goop under her fingernails either. You're your Mother's daughter in so many ways."

She looked down at her Dad as he switched to her right leg,

"Really? What other ways?"

He smiled,

"Well you've got the same silky fine, long, straight, honey-blonde hair and silvery-green eyes. Let's see what else. You're built like her too; tall and slender and very curvy. It's not limited to just physical similarities though. Sometimes when I hear you laugh, punkin girl, I have to remind myself she's gone cuz you sound just like her. You've even inherited her artistic tendencies, only instead of film and a camera you use your imagination and paint the pictures you see in your mind."

She smiled and sighed wistfully,

"Thanks, Daddy. I like hearing about Mom. Other than pictures, my memories of her are kinda fuzzy. What about you? Am I like you at all?"

He chuckled,

"In all my worst fears ways! Unfortunately for you, you've inherited my sense of humor and my ability to burn water - thank goodness for housekeepers and take-out or we'd starve!"

She laughed in delighted agreement,

"Amen to that!"

Bruce finished her right leg and stood up, relieved to be done; his hard on was becoming painful,

"There that should do it."

She spun on him startled,

"Wait, Dad! You forgot to do me in the front!"

He sucked in a breath, wondering how he was gonna get through doing her front, without her catching on how horny she was making him. He smiled lightly,

"Oh. Right. Okay well, lift up your hair, then."

She complied immediately,

"Like this?"

Her breasts lifted before his gaze, as she lifted her hair and he groaned inwardly, thinking,

~Yes, perfect if you don't mind me wanting to fuck you senseless! Holy fuck I don't know how much more of this I can take! I'm just a man for pity's sake!~ .

He smiled hoping she couldn't detect the strain,

"Yeah. That's right, just like that."

As he rubbed the goop over her collarbones and down towards the cleavage of her perfectly shaped, C cup tits, he tried hard to think about household bills. That really wasn't working out so well for him. Her wet bikini clung to her tits, putting her small, hardened nipples in stark relief. He was both sorry and relieved to have to move on and do her tummy. As he rubbed the lotion into her side she startled him with a giggle scream,

"Ahhhahahaha! Daddy! Be careful! You know how ticklish I am!"

He had yanked his hand away when she'd flinched and laughed. He stared at her, stunned by how clearly he could hear and see his beloved Gabrielle in their lovely, young daughter. Guilt and longing fought for top position in his mind. He tried to keep his turmoil hidden,

"Yes, I do know. Sorry, I just forgot for a moment. I'll be more careful. There. Is that better?"

She nodded,

"Yeah, but Daddy you have to put it a little below the waistband too because I move around a lot with swimming and it shifts. Come to think of it you need to touch up my bum cheeks to get under the edges there, too. I so do not need a burn there or I'll have trouble sitting! Thanks, Dad."

Bruce was having trouble breathing as he stood behind his daughter and slipped four fingers just to the first joint, into the waistband of her string bikini bottoms, to spread the sunscreen all the way around. As his hand curved over her hip on his way to the back, he inadvertently (or maybe it was subconsciously on purpose?) undid the string bowtie and her bottoms loosened enough to cause her momentary panic,

"Daddy!"

At her tone and volume, he yanked his hand away and stepped back reflexively, which only served to loosen the tie even further. The back of her bikini bottoms gaped down on one side and he saw one naked globe of her ass before she hurriedly grabbed the strings and re-tied them.

He chuckled to try to lighten the moment for them both,

"Sorry about that! You might want to double bow those on both sides."

She nodded sheepishly,

"Sorry for yelling, Dad; that just startled me is all. Double bowed now. It's all good. Could you just finish that last part, please?"

As he reached out to apply more sunscreen along the bikini line of her ass, he took a deep breath and told himself his torment was nearly over. Despite being very careful, as his fingers rounded under the fabric covering her ass cheek, one finger slipped a little too far in and he felt her pussy slit. She jumped and tried to pull away but his fingertips were stuck since she'd re-tied the bottoms much tighter. Instinctively, he wrapped his free arm around her waist and pulled her back to steady them both and prevent a fall. His finger tips were inside her bikini bottoms just a breath away from her pussy slit. He felt her hands gripping his forearm and realised with alarm that the underside of his very hard cock was flush against her ass crack with only two very flimsy pieces of material between them. He meant to move away. Really he did. His body didn't seem to be listening to his upper brain anymore, however. He was gently rubbing himself against her and his fingertips had squirmed further inside her bikini to trace lightly all around the hole he seemed to know was there though it remained unseen.

He leaned his face into the silken skein of hair at the nape of her neck and mumbled,

"Mmm! You feel so good, 'Abby!"

She stilled in his arms,

"Daddy, don't. Please. You have to stop."

He was lost in sensation as his fingertip slipped ever further between her pussy lips. She tried to fidget away but only succeeded in assisting him in gaining entry. He heard her gasp and in that moment, it was the most erotic sound he believed he'd ever heard. He pulled her even closer and shoved his finger further up her to the second knuckle. She was whimpering and fidgeting still. His other hand strayed upwards to grope her tit over her bikini. She put her hand over his and tried to push it away. He let go briefly and pinned her arm at her side. His hand then immediately reclaimed the tit he'd been feeling. Suddenly, he decided that she was wearing far too many clothes. He felt an urgent impatience to feel her naked flesh. He felt around for the strings holding her top on and pulled them until they came undone. She tried to hold it on with her one free hand but he pulled it forwards away from her and it trailed through her fingers as he flung it on the pool deck. She began to really struggle in earnest as he continued trying to finger-fuck her while pinching her naked nipples,

"Please stop! Don't do this, Daddy, please!"

He took his fingers out of her pussy and started tugging her bikini bottoms downward. When they wouldn't come easily he yanked at them until they ripped on one side. She screamed once from the combination of the sound of tearing material and the biting sensation of the string against her flesh, on the intact side. He switched arms to continue holding her around the middle while he pushed what was left of her bottoms down, until they fell on her foot. Then he shoved the front of his own swim trunks down as well, to release his hard cock from it's confines.

When Abby felt her Dad's naked erection against her own naked flesh, she tried again to reason with him,

"Please, don't! I'm your daughter! This isn't right! Why are you doing this? Daddy, please! Please stop!"

He was past the point of no return and her pleas were falling on unhearing ears. He resumed groping her tits with one hand and his other hand went directly between her legs from behind. His middle finger gained entry into her slick hole to the third knuckle. He added his index finger soon after. His thumb dipped into her ass crack and pushed at her anus. She jerked in surprised fear, but couldn't get away from his intrusions. Suddenly, he was trying to kneel, intent on taking her down with him. She resisted, so he used his foot to make hers slip, and then they were both on their knees.

She tried to crawl out of the arm encircling her waist but he tightened his hold, straddling one of her calves and holding it in place between his knees. He pulled her back forcefully with his arm, even as he pushed his thumb forward into her anus. She squealed and tried to push him back out but to no avail. He pushed his thumb all the way in, pulling his fingers out of her pussy. He transfered pussy juice from his fingers to the base of his thumb several times in a row as he thumb fucked his daughter's ass. She was crying but had given up trying to talk him into stopping. He pushed the head of his cock under the thumb in her ass, slowly pushing in his cock as he gradually withdrew his thumb. When his cock was one

thumb-length inside her, he felt once again for her cunthole and transferred her juices to the portion of his cock still outside her ass. He slowly pushed his cock the rest of the way in and began to thrust in and out. Abby was gasping in discomfort and mortification as her own father sodomised her, in their backyard, in broad daylight. Her mortification became alarm as she felt him touching her clit and realised his cock wasn't causing as much discomfort anymore. She found herself pushing back on him with his every thrust forward and a blush of guilty shame infused her entire body.

His fingers on her clit were creating familiar, pleasurable sensations and she weakly protested,

"No Daddy, please. You're gonna make me cum. Please Daddy. Don't ... make me cum. Daddy don't. Stop. Please, Daddy. Oh God Daddy! Oh oh oh oh oh oh! Oh God Daddy no! Ahhhhhh! Oh Daddydaddydaddydaddyyyyyyyyy!"

Her orgasm was his undoing. He let out a ferocious yell and emptied his balls up her ass in desperate thrusts. When he was spent, he pulled his softening cock out of her ass and watched in detached bemusement as a trickle of his pink-streaked cum dribbled out of her slightly gaping asshole.

Leaving her on all fours, he stood up, tucked his cock back into his swim trunks and walked towards the house not looking back as he spoke,

"I'm going to take a shower and then order in some pizza. I'll let you know when it gets here."

Abby stared at his retreating back incredulously,

"Daddy, please! Just tell me why! Why did you do that to me?"

He paused at the threshold to their home and looked over his shoulder at her. She hadn't moved and his loving eyes appreciated her nudity, even now. Her long, honey-blonde hair was only slightly messy, her face was a little puffy and her silvery-green eyes were still glittering with tears.

He shrugged helplessly,

"Because you're your Mother's daughter, Abigail and an even better cocktease than she was."