This is part two of a two part story. Part one was Crumbling Boundaries.
After the events of the past week, I had to put my thoughts in order and give some serious consideration to what my 'boundaries' were. My dad and I without any discussion thus far had gradually slipped into an unspoken pattern which gave him pretty unfettered access to my body, though I had drawn a clear line against our activities of one week ago. But he still liked to touch me as I napped in the study, with his hands now roaming along my body and under my clothes as I 'slept' without limits. And I was conflicted about this. On the one hand it had to stop, on the other I didn't really want it to. The devotion and reverence of my dad now was delicious and intoxicating. My one line drawn in the sand now was related to the area of the house that was mine, where my bedroom was and my bathroom. It was off limits!
Even then, my own internal dialogue played with this line in the sand. This line in fact felt like the sand that was continually moved by each random wave - of desire, or memory, or emotion and its shifting motion washed over me from moment to moment. In fact, tonight here I was laying on my bed with the door closed reliving in my mind the morning that I let dad take a shower with me. I could feel my stomach rise and fall with his touches and pressed my thighs together as I remembered his mouth tonguing my pink center as his fingers worked inside me, and I would slip my fingers back inside myself to that place where he was, and try recreate the orgasm that had washed over me. Who knew what he could do to me, what I wanted, what I could want. I looked into the mirror and watched myself, legs spread on the covers.
Dad was having a hard time with the new 'rules,' and his sullen and surly nature began to emerge again; for while he could hold and touch me I know that now he wanted more. He became outright depressed, and I could not help but feel that it was my fault. I sat down with dad and explained that he needed to see other women, get out in the world and to stop depending on me for his 'outlet.' He explained that it was so difficult, that he was aware of how much things changed in the world of dating and that it scared him, he wasn't ready, etc. etc.
"You're a wonderful, gentle, attractive man," I smiled at him.
"You have to say that, you're my little girl, look at me."
In that moment I did. He was about thirty pounds overweight, out of shape, thinning hair; but nice gentle eyes. He could really look great.
I had inspiration, "I'll help you!" And I leaned toward him took his hand in mine and batted my eyes at him adding, "and I will motivate you."
He looked at me expectantly.
"For every ten pounds you lose, you can, we can . . . you know - do what we did before," I blushed and putting my head down looked up at him as I spoke to him. "And when you lose all those thirty pounds," I poked his belly, "we can go out on a date. A proper date. I'll be your teacher, I'll teach you everything you need to know to get back out there in the dating world and find yourself a woman. What do you think?"
I could see the wheels rolling in his brain, he had a half smile, and I also could not miss the outright lust in his eyes. He reached out with his hands now and lay them in my lap, reaching under my skirt and gently began to caress me through my panties. I didn't move and generally ignored his touch, which was a violation of my rules at this moment, but I wanted to be 'encouraging.'
"That certainly would be motivation. I would do anything to - lay with you again," he lowered his voice at the last part and looked me in the eyes.
I blushed. "Exactly, see! We can work through this." I was teasing him now with my puss, sliding it along his hand. Though again he was getting to me and I added, "of course little indiscretions along the way might be ok, sort of as reminders."
"Of the goal," he finished what I was thinking. I felt his fingers pull my panties aside as he slid his fingers into me. It was delicious, fed right into my hunger (which he did not entirely realize) and I could feel myself spreading my legs letting the skirt slide up to my crotch and pushing, pressing my now hungry pussy into his hands.
Shit, I need Control, I thought and I said, "Ah. Ah. Ah. Little indiscretions only," as I - reluctantly- pulled his wet fingers away from me, though my legs were splayed and my skirt remained up around my waist. "I'm trying to motivate."
This was a good plan I kept convincing myself. Dad went out and bought some workout equipment and dieting books. He really did hit the program with gusto, and I knew that the first ten pounds would be the easiest to come off, so within the first month he had me accompany him to the scale one morning and sure enough he had lost ten pounds!
"Congratulations," I cooed to him as I felt myself going wet. I went up on my tippie toes with him still on the scale, and put my nose up to his and gave him a lovely slow sensual kiss, wrapping my arms around his middle, letting my breasts brush against his chest, thinking to myself, damn he HAS lost some weight. We tongued for a little while that morning in the bathroom, me standing there in my bra and panties, while he had on just a pair of boxers. I laughed as that penis of his sprung to attention.
I took it in my hand through his boxers and played with it as I spoke, "Lets you and me have a nice dinner this evening, and then your motivational reward," and I walked out of the bathroom to finish getting ready in my room.
But he followed me into my room (a violation of the rules), "I don't want to wait honey."
I looked at dad standing there and just motioned him over to my bed.
"This will be it then. What, you want a quickie huh? I don't have a lot of time," I checked the clock.
"Sweetie, I've been going crazy. I just want you so bad right now. It's been . . . " That feeling of lust and need and devotion continued to draw me in. I could feel myself melting.
"Come here," I patted the bed and rolled myself onto my back, "undress me."
He so gently slid my panties off as I lifted my hips to him. Then my bra.
"And those," I said pointing at his boxers and tugging at the waistband. We were naked and I pulled him up beside me on my bed where there was only a light coming through from the bathroom, and we lay in the low light looking and touching each other. He leaned into me and kissed me so softly. God he was good I thought.
"Women are crazy not to fall for you," I said.
I felt his hands slide down into me and let my legs open wider.
"I don't know what you do to me. I feel like it has been forever since I had you - like last time," he whispered.
