Father Time Pt 05

BIRTHDAY SUIT

I had hoped to spend my birthday at home. I pictured Emma asleep in her toddler bed. The details varied from night to night. I'd either be waiting for Dad in the living room bare-ass naked when he got home or surprise him in his bedroom. I wouldn't even wait for him to finish undressing. If I was in the living room, I'd pull him on top of me on the couch and tell him to ravage me as soon as his pants were off. If I was in his room, I'd push him onto his back, take his pants off myself and ride him like a stallion. As soon as I'd fingered myself to orgasm in real life, I'd tell him, "Do it! Give it to me!" I'd imagine his cum shooting into my womb and then flash forward to a nurse handing me a baby with a receding hairline and glasses like his.

Unfortunately, the reality of being a young lawyer is that you can never really make plans. Two weeks before, we got a big client in Kentucky and a case whose proceedings opened on my birthday. It was a Thursday, so I couldn't even fly back at the end of the day and have a birthday weekend celebration.

I underestimated my dad. The firm was paying for my hotel but not my meals. Dad showed up and took me to dinner at an intimate restaurant in Cincinnati, which was only a half-hour away. He told me he'd found a good sitter to take Emma for a few days.

We sat really close. When I felt his hand on my knee, I turned and kissed him. "Happy birthday, Baby," he whispered.

"I'm sure it will be, Scott," I answered. I wasn't about to call him "Dad" in a place like this, even with relative anonymity. When I felt him pull the hem of my dress up, I smiled a little more. When I felt his palm getting close to my crotch, I dropped my fork and had to stifle a yelp. While I was on the floor retrieving it, I got under the table and rubbed his cock a little through his pants.

Being in the restaurant business, Dad has a lot of contacts even at his competitors' offices. Once I came back up, he told me, "You can have anything you want, but the guy who actually develops their menus said the lobster's really good."

I don't have much experience at leering, so, trying to channel any number of stock characters, I arched my eyebrows and said, "Anything, huh?" I trust Daddy, so I ordered the lobster. It didn't disappoint. The lobster itself was about as good as I've had at any of the restaurants his company owns, but the butter I dipped it in made it taste positively sensual. For dessert we shared a large strawberry shortcake. Being this kind of restaurant, it only came in a size for two, with two forks. Naturally, we fed each other. Those strawberries would have been to die for even without the romantic setting. On the way out, Dad patted my behind. It was the topper to the first time we ever got to be a couple in public.

When we got back to my hotel room, Dad went into the bathroom. While he was washing his hands, I decided on a new version of my fantasy. I took all my clothes off, put them into my suitcase and got under the covers. I made sure the sheets were all the way up to my neck. When he came out, I told him, "Since it's my birthday, I decided to wear my birthday suit!" and flipped the covers off myself.

"And what kind of guest would I be if I didn't join you?" he said. He was naked and next to me in no time.

"I ordered the lobster, so that means I have to put out, doesn't it?" I asked.

"I'm not touching that one," he said.

"You'd better not, since you're the one who taught me better!" I told him.

"I just realized, you didn't get a chorus of 'Happy Birthday' in the restaurant," Dad said.

"That's okay. I'm sure it would have been one of those crappy substitutes that you use to get out of paying royalties to the Hill sisters." Dad didn't say anything. "We've eaten at your restaurants before. You do it too."

"You finished?" he asked, and he proceeded to sing it to me at a pace so slow that it made Marilyn Monroe's famous rendition seem like dubstep. He kissed my lips as he sang, "Happy birthday to you." He kissed a line down to my chest and kissed one of my nipples. "You belong in the zoo."

I pushed his head away and protested, "Daddy!"

"Sorry," he said. "The last time you had a birthday party and didn't kick me out of the house, half of your third-grade friends sang it that way."

"We made you leave 'cause you kept singing things like that!"

He leaned back in and kissed my other nipple, singing "Happy birthday to you." He kept moving down and singing. When he got to my pussy, he sang the last line, but he sucked my lips into his mouth while he sang the word "you." Holding them inside, he ran his tongue back and forth over the ridge that the lips formed.

When he stopped for air, I rolled him onto his back. I liked what he was doing, but I wanted to check the state of his dick. It was hard enough for my liking. I moved around and told him to move up. He put his legs around my waist, but not quite close enough for his cock to touch me. I moved a little closer, so the head was above my clit. He put his hands under my butt and lifted me. His cock fell under my crotch, and when he let me down, it was right at the base of my pussy. I looked him in the eye and told him, "You know what I want." We both moved in, and his cock slid slowly, wonderfully inside me. Once he was securely inside me, I said, "I love you, Daddy."

"I love you too, Molly," he assured me as he began moving his hips.

"My daddy's a better husband and father than most of my co-workers' real husbands," I said. "They get annoyed at having to do things when their wives are working late. I think you actually like taking care of Emma." We rocked back and forth. His cock never came close to coming out, but it wasn't going in very far either.

"I do," he told me. "I couldn't be there as much as I wanted for you, at least after you started school, because so much of my work is at night. It still is, but now I can manage it better."

"Their husbands act like sex is an entitlement. When we're in bed, you act like you think you're the luckiest man in the world," I continued.

"Who's to say I'm not?" Dad replied. "I have a successful daughter, a beautiful granddaughter and a beautiful lover who makes me feel young again."

I squeezed my legs together and held him still. "We're already raising my first child together. Now I want us to make one together. Let's do it. Get me pregnant!"

"What happened to your IUD?"

"I had my doctor take it out on my last visit. An early birthday present to myself." For a moment, it sounded like he wasn't on board, and I was crestfallen. "Didn't you tell me ..."

"I meant it, too," he said. "I'm just a little surprised. What are you gonna tell people?"

I pushed him onto his back and started going up and down. "I dunno. I was thinking I'd say I had in vitro. No one's gonna be able to find out that I didn't. This case I'm working on is about privacy law." I know my dad's dick isn't a foot long, but I was going up and down without it leaving my cunt, and it felt like I was moving that far. "Stop being technical, Daddy. Just make love to me."

When our crotches rubbed together, he pulled me down and kissed me. "Whatever you want, Molly," he panted. He was thrusting up and forward, and I could feel his balls slap my thighs. We started thrusting in unison. He pulled me down and kissed me on the lips. He held me tight around my waist and thrust hard in and out of me.

I could feel every ridge of his cock as it passed over my walls. "Daddy ... Daddy ..." I panted. As we kept going, it got harder, and I could feel it rubbing against the back wall instead of the front. I swear I could tell the difference between the foreskin, the head and the shaft. Soon he stopped. "Come in my cunt, Daddy! Do it!" I put my arms around his chest and pushed my hips down. I could feel him start to come. I smiled and told him, "Oh, shit, Daddy. You're gonna knock me up. Yes! Yes!" He let out a grunt and lifted his hips to try to force himself in deeper. I could feel his cum shooting hard. I pictured an egg seeing all the approaching sperm and waving at them to come on. Unlike the fantasy that had recurred, I then imagined the embryo coming to rest and growing normally. I stopped being turned on when I tried to caption each mental image with so many weeks or months.

When I stopped imagining, I had come to rest on top of Dad. "That's really not the best position for it," he told me.

"You know this, how?" I asked. "You have one kid."

"We tried for more. The laws of physics and biology haven't changed since the eighties."

"Well, then, we'll have to try the other way," I said. I rolled off of him. For once, the feel of his flaccid cock leaving my body made me feel as wonderful as when it had entered me. "But not right now."

We ordered a pay-per-view movie, not a porn, just a drama that Dad saw in the theatre and I'd missed. At one point he told me, "You took an awful chance letting me inside you with-out knowing. What if I hadn't been on board with it?"

"Then I would have pushed you out in a hurry!" I told him.

"It might have been too late," he said.

"But I knew you were. You told me as long as it made me happy, you'd do it."

"You were pregnant. I could say that because I knew it wasn't going to happen that night. You can't depend on someone meaning it in those circumstances."

"I just knew, okay? We're that much in tune."

"You're lucky," he said. Whether he was my lover or not, he can still dispense fatherly advice.

After an hour, I decided I hadn't really missed much by not seeing the movie. I got up on all fours and pointed my ass at him. "There's something else I want," I told him.

He slapped his forehead. "How could I forget that?" he asked. He started slapping my bottom and counting.

"No, that's not it!" I protested. I didn't move, though. It may not have been what I meant, but it was erotic in its own way.

"You sure?" he said. He went with lighter slaps but sped up the count till he got to 28. Then he grabbed part of my ass and said, "And a pinch to grow an inch!"

I pulled my right cheek away from the left and told him, "I was actually hoping for six inches. Or whatever you've got. It's not like I ever wanted to measure it."

He looked at my ass and lay back. "I—I'm sorry. I can't."

"Why not?"

"I used to wipe that butt. I can't look at it without picturing crap right where you want me to enter."

I laughed and turned around. "You changed my wet diapers, too, but that hasn't stopped you from fucking me up front!"

"Yeah, but your pussy looks a lot different now than it did then. Did you ever notice you've got a birthmark on your left cheek? We always knew that if something terrible happened to you, that was an identifying mark we'd tell the police to look for. It's just the right location where, if I didn't get you as clean as I wanted in an emergency, at least I knew your pants would cover you below that point."

We finished the movie. My day had finally caught up to me. I kissed my dad on the cheek and said, "Night, Daddy. I love you."

He put his hand on my belly and said, "I love you too. Happy birthday!" I turned around and we fell asleep in the spoon position.

I had set my alarm for six in the morning, but I woke up at 5:30. It was still dark out. I could feel something between my legs. Dad nuzzled my neck and said, "Morning, princess." He moved his hips a little, and I could feel his hard cock between my thighs. "You know, maybe if I don't have to look at it ..."

"I just woke up, Dad. I'm still dry."

His cock was gone and I felt fingers. I recognized the coating as a lube I'd kept in my nightstand. I didn't know he kept it on hand too. I moved my right thigh up and forward, giving him access. He made sure every bit of flesh between my waist and my thighs was coated. He rose up a little and soon I felt his cockhead in my ass. "I like anal, too, honey," he said. "I just couldn't bring myself ..."

"If that's what it takes, Scott. Take me!" He was a little awkward because he was out of practice, but that kind of made it more romantic in its own way. I reached back and touched his hip. "I'm gonna turn," I told him. We moved around until we were doggy style.

"I guess all I really needed was to take my glasses off," he said. He went harder and harder.

"Oh, yeah. That's it, Daddy. Punish my ass! I've been naughty!"

I couldn't hear him, but I could feel him laughing. "What have you been doing, you naughty girl?"

"I've been fucking a man who's old enough to be my father! And not using protection!"

"Shame on you," he said. "Just for that, you're grounded for two weeks when we get home!"

"Two weeks?" I said in mock horror. "What am I gonna do at home for two weeks?"

He fucked me even harder. "Oh, I'm sure we'll think of some—" His orgasm even took him by surprise.

"Yeah, come in my ass, Daddy!" I shouted.

He stood still and let the cum pour forth on its own. "That's a sentence I never thought I'd hear," he chuckled.

"How d'you think I felt saying it?" I giggled. Once he finished coming, his cock retracted and we went back to our sides. "I love you for doing that for me," I told him.

"The butt-fucking or the baby-making?" he asked.

"Both, but I meant the anal," I answered.

Dad drove home after I left for the office. I was able to spend most of Saturday and Sunday at home, but I had to be back on Monday. The proceedings were over by the middle of the week. When I got back, I was "grounded" for two weeks. I had to come home straight home from work, and we'd try to make a baby as soon as Emma was asleep. That's another story.