It had been a few days since the events in the garage with my daughter Dana. She had made no untoward advances to me, nor I to her. Granted, we had both said "just this one time". But it was the most invigorating experience I'd ever had sexually speaking. On the other hand, it was my daughter for Christ's sake! My daughter gave me a blow job in my garage! And I enjoyed it! I was conflicted by this.
It was Friday night. Ever since Dana was a little girl, Friday nights had been movie night, where we would sit down as a family and watch a movie together. With Dana home from college, tonight was no different.
My wife Morgan was in her recliner and I was on the couch when Dana walked in. She had two bowls of popcorn in her hands, but I barely noticed. My eyes were filled with the vision of her luscious body barely wrapped in a see-through blue negligee and matching panties.
Morgan obviously noticed her attire as well. "Jesus, Dana! Why must you always dress like a slut?"
Dana looked at herself. "A slut? Why do you say that, Mom? These are just my jammies."
"Because we can see all of your goodies!" Morgan exclaimed.
"Oh my gosh, Mom. Don't be such a prude. Daddy doesn't mind, do you Daddy?"
"Uh, (ahem), no. It's, uh, fine with me."
"Hmphfff," Morgan huffed.
Dana held out the bowl of popcorn. "You guys want some popcorn?"
"Maybe later, Pumpkin."
"Sure, I'll take some." Morgan reached out and took one of the bowls and popped a handful into her mouth. "Mmmm," she said as she chewed. "This has a different taste."
"Yeah, it's a different brand," Dana replied.
"Hmphff. It's different. Okay, just start the movie. Let's get this over with."
Dana sat on the couch next to me and snuggled in. This was nothing unusual. She'd done this ever since she was little. She was Daddy's little girl. No one gave it a second thought. The lights dimmed and the screen flickered.
A few minutes into the movie, Dana grabbed a throw blanket from the end of the couch.
"Daddy, I'm chilly. Will you cuddle with me under the blanket, please?" she asked sweetly.
"Maybe if you had some clothes on you wouldn't be chilly," Morgan muttered under her breath.
Dana and I ignored the comment and huddled together under the blanket.
30 minutes into the movie, I noticed Dana's hand begin to slide down from my stomach. My heart stopped when it slid under the waistband of my pants. I glanced at my wife quickly just before I grunted when Dana's tiny hand gripped my quickly stiffening handle.
"What...what are you doing?!" I whispered almost in a panic.
"What do you think I'm doing?" she giggled as she began to stroke me.
"Your mother's
right there!"
"She's sleeping." I glanced over again. Sure enough, her head was tilted and her eyes were closed. "I put a little something on her popcorn," she giggled again.
"But she might wake up!"
"She might. But she might not."
"I...I thought, you know, the other day was a one-time thing."
"You didn't like it?"
"Well, uh, it's not that. It's..."
"Because you sure acted like you liked it."
"Well, I, uh, yes, okay, I liked it. But...but you're my daughter!"
"And you're my Daddy. My Daddy that I love very much. And I want to make happy." She smiled and tittered. "And you seem pretty happy right now, Daddy."
"Huh? Oh, that. Yeah, well, I, uh, I have very little control over, you know, that."
"Does it feel good? Do you like the way I stroke you, Daddy? Do you want me to do something differently to make you happier?"
"No no. What you're doing is fine." Suddenly, I realized what I said. I shook my head. "No no, I mean..."
"Daddy, will you do something for me?"
"Of course, Pumpkin, anything."
Especially while you have your hand wrapped around my tool!
She looked at me with her big, bright eyes. "Will you touch me while I touch you?"
"What?!"
"I touch myself all the time - especially when I'm thinking about you, Daddy. And I've used, you know, things. But I've never had a man touch me. I'll bet you know exactly how to touch a girl's private parts. Will you do it, Daddy? Will you touch me, please?"
"I, uh, well, uh..."
She grabbed my hand under the blanket and steered it to her lap. She lightly gasped when I landed. She was on fire! I slowly slipped my hand into her panties. A louder gasp emitted from her lips when I brushed across her large, raised knot. She leaned her head back into the stuffing of the couch, closed her eyes, and bit her bottom lip. I looked back at my wife as I slid my finger along my daughter's soaked slit. Dana yipped when I inserted a finger, quickly followed by a second. My thumb lightly swirled around her vibrating kernel.
Her grip on my pole tightened. The blanket fell away from her shoulders and down, landing on top of my still hidden hand. Eyes still closed, she began to molest her breasts with her free hand.
"Oh, Daddy," she sighed. She moaned when I reached across my body and began to fondle her heavy mounds through her lacy negligee, followed by a yipe when I pinched and twisted an erect nipple. "Oh, Daddy, that...that feels so good," she cooed.
"Do you like that, Pumpkin? Do you like having your daddy finger your little pussy when you jerk him off?"
She nodded dreamily. "Yes, Daddy."
"You're just a naughty little bitch, aren't you, Dana?"
"Yes, Daddy. I'm a naughty little bitch. Ohmagawd, that feels so good." Her hips began to grind into my palm. I circled her knob harder and quicker. "I...I think I'm going to finish, Daddy. Ohmagawd, Daddy, I feel like I'm going to explode!"
"You want to cum while your Daddy finger fucks his little girl, huh? Do you want to cum in Daddy's hand?" Her muscles began to convulse around my fingers.
"Yes, Daddy. Please make me cum in your hand. I want to cum in your hand, Daddy. Mmmmmmm, please, Daddy, make me cum. Ohmagawd. Ohmagawd." Her grip on my post tightened. The jerks came to a near stop.
"You're such a naughty little bitch."
I pressed her button with my thumb. She practically levitated off the couch.
"OHHHHHHHmagawd!" I pumped her slit hard and fast while I drummed on her switch. Her body visibly trembled. "Oh God! Oh God! Ohhhhhhhhmagawd!"
She squirmed on the couch and pressed her crotch into my hand, moaning and groaning about how good it felt. Eventually, her howls finally subsided and she settled back into the couch. She giggled and tried to push my still-pumping fingers away.
"Daddy! Daddy! Stop! Stop! Stop it! He he!"
I finally pulled away and held my glistening fingers in front of her lips. She looked at me then back to her fingers. She leaned forward and took them into her mouth, swirling her tongue around them and sucking them clean. I removed them with a "pop" and settled back into my seat.
Her fabulous chest heaved. "I knew you'd know what to do," she panted. "Oooo! I stopped jerking your, you know, thingy! I'm so sorry, Daddy!"
I laughed. "It's fine, Pumpkin."
A mischievous look crossed her face. "Now it's my turn to make you feel good."
Her head dove under the blanket. My body jerked and I grunted, "Guh!" when she took me into her mouth.
The blanket began to rise and fall. I looked over to my wife to make sure she was still sleeping, then pulled the blanket away so I could see my daughter's head bob on my pole in the flickering light of the TV. Her hand followed her lips. At the top she would occasionally pause and roll her tongue around my swollen tip.
Where the fuck did she learn how to give blow jobs?! Maybe she's just a natural?
It wasn't long before my own body started to jerk.
"Oh fuck, Pumpkin...you're gonna make me cum. Oh, fuck!"
"MmmmmmHmmmmm! MmmmmmHmmmm!" she hummed.
My hand pressed down on the back of her head. "Oh yeah! Oh fuck! Grrrrrrrr! Cumming! Cumming! Gahhhhhhh fuck!"
I exploded in her mouth. Her lips wrapped around the head while her hand furiously stroked my meat, coaxing as much protein out as possible. I could feel the overflow run down my shaft and across my balls.
When the spurts finally stopped, she pulled away. With a crooked smile, she opened her mouth just as she had done days earlier in the garage, revealing a spider web of white, then closed it. However, this time, my jaw dropped when instead of taking a big gulp, she leaned over her bowl of popcorn and drizzled the contents over the top of the fluffy white kernels.
With a glint in her eye, she looked at me and licked her lips, Then she grabbed several of the freshly glazed puffs and stuffed them into her mouth.
"Mmmmmmmm, yummy," she purred as she chewed.
I smiled back at her. "You're something else, Pumpkin."
She looked down at my wilting stem. "Oh my goodness! I made a mess! Here, I'll get it."
Her head dove back into my lap. I grunted the first time her tongue swatted my nuts. She licked at them like a cat at their water dish. She took one ball into her mouth and sucked it clean, then repeated it with the other. I was in heaven.
She finally pulled out of my lap and lifted my soft rod. "There, that's better."
"Wow," I sighed.
"Daddy, did you mean it when you called me a naughty little bitch? Do you think I'm a naughty little bitch?"
"Huh? Oh! Gosh, no! I...I..."
"Do you say that to Mom when you're doing it?"
"Well, yeah, I guess. Sometimes. I'm sorry if I offended you."
"Oh, goodness! You didn't offend me, Daddy. I'll be your naughty little bitch if that's what you want."
Is that what I want?
"Well, not all the time. Maybe sometimes," I chuckled.
She curled up against me again and wrapped her arms around me. "I'll be whatever you want me to be, Daddy. I just want you to be happy." She scooped another helping of glazed popcorn into her mouth.
Hmmmmmm. What do I want her to be?
I pulled the blanket up around us again and we settled back in to watch the rest of the movie.
That night as I laid in bed, I relived the events of the evening. They were just as real in my dream as they were there on the couch. The softness of her hand caressing my stick. The warmth of her mouth wrapped around it. The view of her head moving in and out of my lap. The sound of her slurps under the blanket.
My eyes fluttered. The room was dark with only the soft light of the moon squeezing through the blinds. I twisted my head. It was 3:07.
Huh?
It wasn't a dream! The bed covers around my hips were moving up and down! I threw the covers back to expose the source. It didn't slow her down.
"Jesus Christ, Dana!" I whispered as loud as I could. "Your mother is
