As always, I write real and plausible. Like life, stories wander. Not all characters will walk off into the sunset hand in hand. I don't do fairy tales. Characters may come and go. Characters are never monogamous.
Dixie is impregnated by Dad Tucker and guess who comes to help? Mama Mae! But she's a lot more help for Dixie's man than most daughter's want. Give me your love at the end of the story!
Dixie Chapter 2
Tucker got me a telephone before he left, and I would call him every day before Mama got home. She did not know I either of these things. Incest would never have occurred to her.
After Tucker left, we never talked about him. She acted like it never happened and I did not want to upset her. Actually, we never talked much about him after what happened in the diner. She must as assumed we had just been seeing each other, dating, and no sex was involved.
When I returned home I called Tucker.
"Hi."
"Hi, honey love to hear your voice... I miss you so much," he said.
"I miss you too. Hey... I think I'm pregnant. I didn't get my period and Jen got me a pregnancy test and it was positive."
"Oh my god." There was a long silence and I did not know what to think. "I want you to come live with me here in Atlanta."
"Move? From here?" I rarely even left this little town, and although I always dreamed of leaving, reality was now different.
"Honey you can't stay in that town while you're pregnant. Besides that, I want you here with me."
"What'll I tell Mama."
"Don t worry, we'll tell her together." Those words were a huge relief to me. "It may be last minute and quick because it's hard for me to get away from work now, so gather the things you want to bring and hide them in your closet or somewhere she won't notice."
"Okay."
"Honey I don't want you to worry or be scared. I'll take care of you."
...
Tucker called me in the morning and was there by evening. Mama was already home, so when I saw his car, I met him at the door.
It was a scene. Mama cried. A lot. Then she was happy about the baby, then cried because the baby and I would be so far away. Tucker assured her that she could see the baby when ever she wanted. Mama had her own surprise that she had been wanting to move to the front house, but didn't because of me. That helped get her over the shock of me moving out.
She never brought up about Tucker being my Dad and all and neither did we. It was for the best. All water under the bridge. There was no going back now.
...
Never have I felt so overwhelmed in my life driving through Atlanta. The traffic, the sounds, and the hustle and bustle. I could not imagine what New York City must be like.
Tucker slid a card in for a gate to raise and and we drove into a factory parking lot. I waited while he parked and came around to open my door.
"We're here, honey."
"This is some kind of business. A factory or something?"
He chuckled. "It was, but it has been converted to lofts." As we carried my bag he explained that after he got his graphic design job this building became available for living. At the time you could request whatever square foot you wanted and what floor. He chose space on the first floor for an art gallery, and a loft above for living. They were connected by a spiral staircase.
I walked into the studio and stopped to spin around. "These are beautiful! You painted them all?"
"No no, other artists show their work here on a revolving scheduled basis. Some are mine though, yes."
The ceiling soared and big industrial pipes crisscrossed above. Huge nearly floor to ceiling windows across the front were perfect for the oversize canvases that hung high and low. The walls were exposed brick, and the floors were shiny concrete that was mottled with stains from its former use.
'I love love love it!"
"I'm glad, honey." He put his arm around my shoulders. "Are you feeling okay?" I nodded and we went to the living level via the spiral staircase.
It was easy to see the whole layout from one place. It was all living and studio but for partial walls to close the bedroom and bathroom off. The kitchen and eating area was open and only divided off by a peninsula counter. The furniture was mostly leather and well worn and arranged for a number of people at a time. Half of the space held easels, stools and remnants of recent art get togethers.
"That's me. You finished it." I stared at myself, again having a tough time believing that was me.
"I did. Do you like it?"
I nodded. "Yes. I do. I like seeing myself through your eyes, just not through mine."
"We'll work on that."
He gathered me in his arms and kissed. Just that fueled the flame again and we were passionately kissing and pulling each others clothes off and I found myself under him on the his bed.
"I've missed you so much," I said. "I ached for you, Tucker." He nodded and slid into my wet pussy, groaning. He was home.
My vaginal walls stretched deliciously as they made room for that fat mushroom head and shaft. He dropped to his elbows, his head next to mine. I felt his steamy breath, heavy breathing.
He was on top of me, his hips jerking and driving his cock deep. Grunting with every plunge. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he settled in deeper.
"Your hot cunt feel so fucking good."
"Mmmm I missed this... Daddy."
His cock jerked inside me with a sharp intake of breath. "Oh god..." It was as though calling him Daddy fueled our already out of control fire. "Yes, I am your Daddy, sweetheart."
I planted my feet on the bed and rose up to meet him. The connection we have always had was the power in a momentum that we could not stop if we wanted to. Each time his hard shaft penetrated me I climbed higher and higher.
"Ohhhhhhhh," I whimpered. "Don't stop! I'm cumming, Daddy!" And my cunt began convulsing around his throbbing shaft and I heard him grunting each load his cock erupted in me.
We were both breathing as though we had just run a marathon. He rolled to his back taking me with him and holding me tight against his side. His forearm rested over his eyes.
