Daughters and lovers, II
Again, for Kylie -- who inspired not just this story, but the original Daughters and lovers
Barr stroked my hair, nuzzled my neck. "Did my princess like that?"
"Yes, Daddy," I said, and I closed my eyes and thought how his cock had felt inside me, and how his cum had filled my pussy. I shivered and Barr knew what I was thinking, and he nuzzled my neck again. "My nasty little princess," he whispered, and then bit my ear.
I giggled, rolled over and grabbed his ass. We were in Mum's bed in our flat; it was my final weekend at home before I started my first year at uni in Cornwall. The past three months, ever since that night Barr had brought Mum home drunk from their date and had put her to bed, as passed out as I had ever seen her, had been incredible.
Barr had unlocked something in me that night that I had only glimpsed, and even that glimpse had terrified me. I had fucked boys my age, but they had bored me with their groping and their selfishness and their pretense. I was even beginning to wonder if I liked sex and men and fucking; yes, playing with girls was fun, but it wasn't the same thing. Barr, though, had shown me what I was missing, what I needed, and had taught me to appreciate and give in to my needs. He taught me I had wasted my time with all those boys, and that I should embrace what he had unlocked in me -- my submission to my Daddy, who I trusted completely because I knew my happiness was more important to him than anything else.
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Still, as wonderful as the past three months had been, it also meant Barr and I had a problem: What to do about Mum? We had talked about it, of course. And talked about it and talked about it some more. Neither of us wanted to hurt her. But how could we be together and not hurt her?
So we had been as careful as possible over the past three months. Which, oddly, wasn't as hard as we had thought it would be. After that night, Mum had started going to meetings for her drinking, and that took up most of her evenings. Between that and work, where she was spending a lot more time, doing extra assignments and helping out in other departments, I didn't see much of her.
And Mum seemed to know her relationship with Barr was over. He told me they still talked and texted, but they didn't fuck anymore and she didn't seem to want to do more than have dinner with him every once in a while. "It's the damnedest thing, Kylie," he told me one night when I had told Mum I was going out with friends and had instead spent the night at his flat. "It's like she has something she wants to tell me, but won't or can't. Or is afraid to."
When Mum and I were both home, we'd have dinner and she would watch a little telly before going to her room. I'd be in my room, texting Barr if he was home, playing with my pussy and both of us being so nasty about the next time I could have my Daddy's cock inside me. Sometimes, I could hear something from Mum's room, the kind of noises she had made when Barr fucked her and she would cum so hard. One morning, when I was home and Mum was at work, I was in her room and saw an iPad that I didn't know she owned. So I turned it on, had no trouble with any of the passwords (Mum always used her name) and discovered she had been using it to download porn from sites like Daddy Sluts and Cocks for Princess. So I watched; what else is a good daughter to do? Most were just rubbish -- old fat guys and almost as old women with saggy tits. But a couple were super hot. Mum had watched one a lot of times -- two girls who looked about my age, one with small tits and red hair, and one with same size tits as me, plus the same long brown hair and the same pale complexion. And the Daddy looked a lot like something Barr, with his gray-streaked hair and beard and those all-seeing blue eyes. I got super wet watching it -- and I watched it more than once, too.
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Barr had wanted to spend our last weekend before I left for uni at a posh hotel, Champagne and room service and all that. I wanted to spend it at my flat; isn't that where Barr and I had found each other, and isn't that where Daddy and his princess should should celebrate that moment? And Mum, believe it or not, had made that all possible.
That Thursday, Mum came home from work excited. She had been asked to take a course that weekend -- a reward for all the extra work she had taken on and how her performance had improved once she had started going to the meetings."Kylie, they told me I could get a promotion after this," she said, and she was as happy as I had seen her in years. "But I told them I couldn't tell them yes until I talked to you. I don't want to spend your final weekend at home away from you."
I hugged her. "Of course you should do it," I said. "You can't pass up an opportunity like that. And you'll be home on Sunday night, right, so you can go with me to the station on Monday?" She nodded.
So, on Sunday afternoon, Barr and I were fucking in Mum's bed, just the way I had dreamed about it. I'm not going to lie; it was super hot to know how much my Daddy got off fucking his good little slut in the bed where had had fucked Mum. That it was so nasty just turned us on that much more. And Mum wouldn't be home for hours yet; her train didn't get in until 8.
I slid my hand from his ass to his cock, teased it, then massaged his balls. "I'm going to miss your cock so much, Daddy," I said, and then I kissed the tip and licked it. He moaned a little, and his hand reached for my head to push it down on his cock. I resisted a little, the way I knew he liked, and he pushed harder, twisted my hair, and I took his cock in my mouth, sliding down to the base and then pulling off and sucking the head, once, twice, and then a third time. I couldn't tell who was getting more crazy from all of this, Barr or me. And I didn't care. I was in the place that Barr always sent me, my nasty Daddy princess place, where Barr and I were the only ones in the world.
And then we weren't.
