*All characters are above 18 years old*
** This is part 2 of my first and original Literotica story "Audrey". I would encourage you to read that first as this is a continuation of that story.**
*** I tried to pump this story out quickly for my new readers just to see how you all would respond to the progression of the story. Keep the comments coming! ***
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I opened my eyes for the second time inside of that cookie cutter hotel room. There was the ceiling fan, in its leisurely rotation, that was there to meet my first gaze when Audrey, my lovely daughter, took me into her mouth for the first time. As my mind continued to reboot, the alarms were starting to be tripped. A cold sweat broke out on my forehead as I looked down at my daughter's blonde head on my shoulder.
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Shit... Shit... Shit! Oh Fuck... Fuck. How am I going to explain this to Georgia?
" I thought hurriedly to myself. I could feel my heartbeat start to quicken and my throat start to constrict. Sliding my arm out from under my daughter, and trying not to wake her, I slipped out of that inviting and warm cocoon of our newfound love. I moved over to sit in the chair which started this dangerous affair. So many emotions ran through me: guilt, anxiety, love, panic, etc. But this is my daughter, now a woman in my eyes, and even more than that, a lover.
I couldn't shake the cold sweat and contemplated leaving the room and sorting my feelings, but I had to take my daughters feelings into account. She had just given all of herself to me, and to find me gone might hurt her, and that's something I just couldn't do especially after the night we shared. After some mental turmoil, I decided that I would get away from her for a few moments by taking a shower. As I stood up, still naked from being undressed by Audrey last night, I stole a glance over at my precious girl still in bed. She just looked perfect... the soft and loving arms, the exquisite quality of her skin, and the dimples above her buttocks. I had to leave after realizing the sensual body of my daughter was stirring the beast within.
The bathroom felt suffocating in the small nature of its size in comparison to the immensity of my emotions. I turned on my phone hoping my wife wouldn't be too upset. Only 4 messages, which meant she was only mildly annoyed. She was asking the basic questions like: "where are you?", "have you left the hotel yet?", "are we still getting breakfast with Audrey?". Seeing Georgia write the name Audrey threw me into a fresh panic. I replied that Audrey and I had slept in and would be taking advantage of a late check-out. She responded with a dry "keep me informed". Putting the phone on the sink, I started the shower and turned the tap to cold and stepped inside. I deserved the pain for what I had done. I slept with my daughter...
So, wrapped up in the emotion of the moment was I that I completely missed the blonde head that popped in through the shower curtain. She stepped inside behind me quietly and wrapped her arms around to the font of my body. I was shocked and not quite prepared to be back in her presence, but her breasts and nipples pressing into my back seemed to soothe some of my frayed nerves. She kissed my shoulder.
"Daddy! It's so cold... can you turn on the heat???" She bleated.
"Sure honey," I shivered," one second." I turned the dial to 3 quarters fully turned to the heat, and the both of us waited for it to heat up. Her hands held my body close, and I felt a pang of guilt again. I was reminded of the times, when Audrey was a child, that she would hold onto my book and I would swim around give her a sort of aquatic piggy back ride, and how this tableau slightly perverted that memory for me. "Audrey..." I sputtered," we need to...". Audrey cut me off.
"Shhh. Dad let's not talk and just enjoy the shower." She explored my body as I stood there and let my daughter's soft hands roam where they would. Her left and right hand seemed to have different missions in mind. Her left hand ran its way over my chest and over my nipples, which hardened under her ministrations. The other hand played with my abs and teased at my waist. She cooed to me "Daddy... your cock is the best cock." I wanted to stop her again as the morning after our love making had helped to raise my defenses again, but she was going to break them right back down - I could tell.
"Sweetie... please..." I weakly started. Almost on cue her hand brushed through my pubic and at the base of my penis.