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(Allen) After watching Ashlyn's plane take off I walked back to my car to return home. I couldn't help but to have a few tears streaming down my cheek as I walked with my head down. As I walked I asked myself "what have I done"? "How did I let this happen"? "Did I ruin my daughter's life"? As I sat down in my car I just held the wheel thinking about the hot sex we just had before she left back to college. I had to admit to myself that my own daughter was the best fuck of my life. But I knew one thing for sure. What we did was wrong and unacceptable to society.
I started my car and pulled out of the airport and headed home. It seemed like such a long drive because Ashlyn wasn't with me. I parked my car in the garage and went inside to watch television to try to rid my mind of these guilty thoughts I was having.
The days began to pass rather quickly. As time went by it seemed easier to handle my situation. Mrs. Henderson called and asked for Ashlyn one day so I gave her Ashlyn's phone number at college. Those two seemed to hit it off pretty well at the New Years Eve party. Actually I hit it off pretty well with her as well.
Ashlyn and I conversed almost every day either by phone, letters in the mail, or E-mail. We would spend hours instant messaging each other in the evenings once or twice a week. On this one particular day Ashlyn instant messaged me and told me she was alone. I couldn't believe what happened. I cybered my real daughter. I have to admit that I came so hard I couldn't believe it. Then she made me cum a second time. I was amazed at the affect my daughter had on me and my body.
Shortly thereafter Ashlyn called me one night and told me that her roommate was at the library studying. We ended up having the kinkiest wildest phone sex. We whispered things into each other's ears that a father and daughter should never say to each other. I think that's what causes so much arousal on both of our parts. This one particular night Ashlyn disguised her voice occasionally and played the part of Mrs. Henderson. I swear I felt like I was with both my daughter and Catherine Henderson.
Ashlyn and I were becoming so into each other. It was like we were more than just lovers. I have to admit that I was falling in love with my own daughter, my own flesh and blood. I was getting butterflies in my stomach every time we talked. My palms were sweaty, and my heart raced whenever I heard her soft voice. I began waiting for the phone to ring in the evenings.
I knew I had to go see Ashlyn soon. I had to go to her college which was my alma matter also. It had been nearly twenty five years since I was at that college. I reminisced about all my hang outs and wondered if they were still there. I knew where all the clubs used to be at. I even knew where the sex clubs were located.
Before I knew it January was over and I turned the calendar to February. I knew tomorrow I needed to go to my travel agent to get my plane ticket to go see Ashlyn. Just the thought of seeing her caused a stirring in my pants.
(Ashlyn) When I got back to school, the cold days seemed to be a little colder than usual. It snowed in the middle of January, which I loved. One day, I had to go to the store because I had no bread left in the apartment. I hustled out in the elements wearing waffled thermals under a sweat suit and my long wool coat. Looking in the foyer mirror as I walked out, I chuckled to myself. I was horrid looking, almost puffy because of the clothing, gloves, and a hat. If daddy could had seen me then, he would not think I was very attractive, I thought to myself.
On the way to the store, one of the boys that was in my algebra class passed me but then stopped, "Hi Ashlyn." I smiled and said, "Hi Justin." He smiled back asking where I was off to and I told him the store. He asked if he could join me so I wouldn't be out alone and I agreed to let him. As we walked in the store he said, "My mom only lives 15 minutes from here, I bet she would make us some soup. I know your folks don't live close by." I looked at him and said, "Is that a date?" Kinda chuckling, but I thought he was cute. He said, "Well, my mom will be there so probably not. Look, I'm sorry, I just thought you might like and well... I don't know, just a kind gesture. I hope I didn't offend you." I smiled and said, "No, you didn't, it's OK. I think I would like to go to your moms for dinner as long as you go with me and she won't try to cook me." He laughed and told me that she loves to cook and that she was probably one of the best moms in the world.
That Friday night, Justin picked me up at 5:00 to go eat soup with his mother. I told dad I was going and I worried that he may get mad at me for going over to a boy's house. I missed daddy so much, but I needed to get away from the apartment for awhile and well, there wasn't much to do in the middle of winter.
Justin was right, his mom was very sweet and I was glad I went. When he took me back to my apartment, he gave me a hug and thanked me for accompanying him and I thanked him for inviting me. Justin lived in my apartment complex and he let me know that if I needed anything, just let him know. I thanked him and then he left for the evening. When I returned, there was a message on my answering machine from Catherine Henderson. I wondered how she got my phone number. Her message was for me to call her collect as soon as I arrived, so I did just that.
As soon as she knew it was me, she sounded all excited. She was just wondering how I was and if I needed anything. She said, "If you need anything, just let me know, OK?" I said, "Yes ma'am" and that made her laugh. She asked me if I had the Internet and I told her yes and then she said, "We should e-mail each other." I thought that was a pretty good idea, I liked her, very sweet.
The next morning when I checked my e-mail, I had an e-mail from her. She said that it was nice to hear my voice and that she had hated that she didn't get a chance to say good-bye before I left and that she would really like to get together one day and go shopping. A week later, she flew to see me. I don't think daddy knew that, for some reason, I didn't know if I should tell him.
She rented a car and drove it to my place which was easy to find from the airport. I watched from the window, awaiting her arrival. Soon, I saw her car pull up and she stepped out of the car, wearing only a mini shirt, and a tight sweater. I knew she had to be cold. As soon as I opened the door, she hugged me and told me how wonderful it was to see me. I hugged her back. We took her bags to my room. I planned on sleeping on the couch. She sat her suitcase on the floor and hopped on the bed, "So, tell me, whatcha been doing?" I sat beside her and told her about Justin and she said, "Very nice." She brushed my hair from my face and said, "Now, you haven't told daddy about Justin, have you?" I said, "There's not much to tell. We're just friends, nothing has happened."
