Forbidden Lover 3

Forbidden Lover

"Oh my gosh," my daughter, Haley, said as she got in the car. We'd finished loading the groceries into the trunk and were just starting our drive back from the grocery store. It was the weekend after Thanksgiving and we were stocking back up on things, especially for Haley. Being a single mom, it was a little more difficult for her. Her mom and I were doing everything we could to take care of her. "How did you and mom ever do it when I was a baby?"

I laughed. "It wasn't easy, I'll tell you that. Even being married."

"How did she stay sane?" Haley laughed, half-heartedly. "I am so worn out. I don't know what I would do without you two."

"It's worth it for us, too, pumpkin," I said. "Having you and Benjamin around is so nice. We're very happy to help any time we can. Especially if it means being able to spend time with him."

"I just... I really appreciate you for helping me," she said. "I've had to grow up so fast in the past year. But it really has been worth it. I'm so happy to have Benjamin in my life."

"He's such a cute boy," I said.

"Just like his daddy," Haley laughed softly.

I glanced at her, then looked back to the road. Her having the baby like she did was not something I wanted to think about much less talk about.

"And I'm so glad mom took him to Aunt Jenny's today," she said excitedly. "It's like the first time I've had without the crying and... oh my gosh, the biting. You know, what would make this even better would be if someone else could breast-feed him. My boobs are just so tender, Dad." She grabbed her breasts and squeezed them a little as if working the aches out. "And my nipples. I mean, he just clamps down on that thing and kinda bites it. Even though he doesn't have teeth it's just... ow..."

I knew what she meant. Lisa, her mom, complained of the same thing when she was born.

"They've gotten so big," she said, lifting and squeezing her breasts as if measuring their weight and size. "It's so different. I've barely gotten used to them. I had to practically buy all new clothes."

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched her playing with her own breasts through her clothing. I had to admit it, I'm a breast man, and her breasts must've grown two sizes since she became pregnant. It was extremely noticeable and, I had to say, extremely arousing. She was my daughter, but I love boobs pretty much any way I can see them.

"But, I'll stop complaining now," she said. "I just want to spend the whole day with my Dad. Like the good-old days. Oh my gosh, when was the last time me and you just spent time alone together?"

She let the question hang in the air for a moment. She remembered before I did.

"I remember the last time... it was just us... on the couch in the living room," she said, smiling as if she was enjoying the memory. "Thanksgiving... last year. It seems so long ago. Do you remember?"

Yeah, I remembered. I've tried to block out that day so many times, but I can't. It should have been traumatic for both Haley and me... but for some reason, it wasn't. I remembered it very fondly.

"We were sitting on the couch, watching a movie together," she continued. "And... mom and Aunt Jenny were out shopping all day long trying to catch all the good sales. I got tired and I laid down on your lap."

It seemed like a long time ago, but it really wasn't. The memory was very fresh in both of our minds.

"And I... I felt you... I felt you Dad," she smiled at me, "for the first time."

"Oh, God, baby," I said, shaking my head. "We shouldn't... we shouldn't talk about this."

"What? Why?" she asked, shocked I'd say something like that. "It's just us. Why don't you want to talk about it?"

"It... it happened ok?" I said. I was scared. I was really scared. "I... I just don't want anyone to find out."

"It's just... you're talking about it with me," she said. "It's a big deal, Dad. So, you want to just go through life and never talk about it with me?"

"Not really, no," I said gruffly. I didn't mean to sound sour. It was just a moment I wasn't proud of... a moment of profound weakness.

"You're trying to tell me that you don't even think about it?" she asked. "You don't even want to acknowledge that by the time mom got back home that night I was pregnant? Dad, how can we just pretend that it never happened?"

"I'm not pretending it didn't happen," I said. "It was just... wrong. And I... I just... if anyone ever finds out, pumpkin."

"Dad, it wasn't wrong," she said. "I mean, it doesn't have to happen again, but you don't have to feel bad about it. It was just something in the moment that we both needed."

"Pumpkin," I said, shaking my head slowly. I didn't even know what to say. But bringing this up, talking about what happened a year ago, wasn't going to do anyone any good. "But the things I made you do."

"No... you didn't make me do anything," she said. "It does take two and I was just as into it as you were. We both needed it."

"It's just..."

"Dad, I have to admit something to you," she said. "It... it feels like you've been avoiding me... or something... ever since you got me pregnant. And I don't... I don't want it to be that way. I want it to be like the old days."

"I know, baby," I said. "I'm sorry. I just feel guilty. You know?"

"That's not all, Dad," she said, laying her hand on my arm. "I don't know about you, but when I think about... that day... it gets me... you know... excited."

"Oh... pumpkin," I said, shaking my head slowly.

"Why are you acting this way, Dad?"

"Because, pumpkin. If your Mom finds out... it'll kill her."

"Can you not worry about anything for just a second and listen to me?" she asked, getting a little upset with me. "I know that it's hard to have things be the same as before... and I know I'm not your little girl any more. But I can be so much more for you now. I can be a woman for you. And Mom doesn't ever have to know. I just need you. I need you so bad. I want to feel you inside me again."

I looked straight ahead. What she was saying... what she was implying... was, frankly, getting me excited again. Even the guilt from the last time wasn't enough to stop me from feeling this way. I loved her... so deeply... and I wanted her so badly. I still fantasized and masturbated to the things we did last year.

"I know you want me Daddy," she said, sounding like a little girl again. "I just... I just want to know that you still love me... even after what happened."

"Pumpkin," I said, looking at her for a moment. "I never stopped loving you. I just... I'm embarrassed by what I did. But I never, ever stopped loving you."

"Well, then prove it dad, 'cause right now... I don't feel it," she said. "Show me that you love me, Dad. Show me that you want me. Show me, Dad!" She grabbed my hand from the steering wheel and pulled it to her lap. "Yeah... just... show me by touching me."

She turned my hand over, covering the back of it with both of her hands and slid it between her soft, warm thighs. She was wearing a long skirt that she'd hiked up to her thighs to keep it out of the way. I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy as she slid my hand so very close to it.

"Just... I want you to touch my pussy again," she said, surprising me.

"What? Pumpkin!"

"I know it's sudden, Dad," she said. "It's just... this is the first time we've been alone together in a really long time. And I'm afraid I won't get another chance. I just need to know that... I'm wanted. So show me."

She slid my hand onto her panty-covered pussy and pressed it tightly against her.

"I know you want to touch it," she said. And she was right. I did want to touch her again. I did want to give her all the pleasure I could.

God, her panties were soaked! "You're... you're so wet, pumpkin."

"Yeah, I'm very wet," she smiled, moving her hips slightly to help grind into my hand. "Just... move your fingers. Come on... touch it... play with it."

I started stroking her with my fingers and felt her swollen labia part, wanting me to slide deep inside, but her panties stopped me. I could feel the hard nub of her clit at the top of her slit, too, and she trembled when my fingertips slid over it.

"Oh my God... that's all I wanted," she moaned, "is just to feel your hands all over me again. Your fingers feel really good. Doesn't it feel good to you? How can you not like this?"

"It's not that it doesn't feel good to me, pumpkin," I said. "It feels really good to me... more than I could explain. I just... I'm too scared to let it all happen again." I stopped stroking her and tried to pull my hand away, but she only grabbed it harder, pulled it harder, back to where it was until I stopped fighting her. Then she used one hand on the back of mine, to direct it, while the other wrapped around my arm, hugging it tightly.

"Don't stop... I like it... I want it," she panted. "Oh Daddy... rub it... yeah... Keep going Daddy. I know you want me."

I felt her move her hand for a moment and my fingers were suddenly against her wet folds as she pulled her panties aside. And I pushed a finger inside her, fingering her. She was so wet and warm... so inviting.

"Oh... oh... yes... yes... Daddy!" she moaned as my hand and fingers moved all over her pussy, fingering her, my palm slapping and rubbing her clit. I slid a second finger inside her and curled them up to stroke her G-spot as she leaned back and opened her legs wider, giving me more room to touch her.

And then, with a high-pitched squeal, she came all over my hand. Her body spasmed and shook as her hands grabbed and squeezed her boobs. She was so incredibly beautiful when she came.

"Mmm," she moaned as I pulled my hand away, unimpeded. "That was really, really good Daddy. I feel so good now."

I put my wet, pussy-juice-covered hand back on the steering wheel and tried to just concentrate on driving once again. We were still ten minutes from home. She wrapped both arms around my arm, hugging it tightly. The shining wetness was a constant reminder of what I'd just done and it excited me.

"Now that you made me happy," she giggled. "I think it's time for me to show you how much I love you, too." She slid her right hand down to my stomach and then started stroking my growing erection through my jeans.

"Your dick is so hard, Daddy," she said. "Does that feel good?"

"Yeah... yeah, pumpkin," I moaned. "That feels really good."

"But it's not good enough," she said and started unfastening my pants and pulling down the zipper. She yanked them open and pulled my cock through the hole in my boxers. I was really hard.

She coiled her fingers around the shaft and started stroking it.

"Oh Daddy... it's a really nice, fat cock," she moaned happily. "It's so thick."

"What you're doing feels so good, pumpkin. But I don't know if we should be doing this. Somebody's going to see us."

"But I'm so horny, Daddy," she whined. "I need you. I'm so tired of my toys. I need something real, something warm and hard." Her hand stroked faster, stroking over and around the head. She used her own spit for lubrication and it felt wonderful. I was having a hard time paying attention to the road. But we were only five minutes away from home now.

"I want to put my mouth on it," she said and suddenly leaned over the center console and slid me inside her mouth. Fuck! Her mouth was so hot!

I moaned loudly, unable to deny how good it felt. But we were driving through our neighborhood and I could see people walking on the sidewalks... they had to know what we were doing. I was so scared we'd be seen. "It's really awkward here baby. Everybody can see..."

"I don't care, Daddy," she said, pulling off me for a second and stroking my shaft instead. "I don't care. I need to do this." Her mouth slid onto me again and she sucked on the head. "Yeah... mmmm... so good," she whispered over and over.

I turned into the driveway, barely able to operate the pedals, and pulled into the garage. It took a few minutes, but she finally realized where we were and pulled off, smiling at me and wiping her lips. My cock was so hard!

"I guess we're home," she giggled.

"Yeah... um... let's get the groceries inside."

I zipped up my pants and opened the trunk before we got out. It took a couple trips, but we finally got all the bags inside and set them in the kitchen. We started putting everything away, not saying a word. But every time I glanced at her, she was smiling back at me, deviously. She was planning something.

When we finally got all the groceries put away, she took me by the hand and led me into the living room. When we got to the couch, she turned me around and pushed, making me sit down. She reached behind herself and unzipped her skirt, dropping it to the floor, before sliding forward and sitting on my lap in her panties.

"You know... you made me feel really good in the car," she said. "And I want to make you feel really good, too." She trapped my head in between her hands and kissed me, sliding her tongue over and around my lips before pushing it inside. Her hips moved slightly, grinding her pussy against my erection.

When she finally pulled back, she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it off. "I want you to touch my breasts."

"Pumpkin... we..."

"Oh, please," she interrupted me. "As I remember it, you absolutely loved my breasts last Thanksgiving. What's stopping you now?" She grabbed and squeezed them, capturing my attention. "They're bigger than last time."

I had to agree with that. They looked much bigger than last time to me, too.

"Just reach your hands out, Daddy."

I don't know why I did it... I don't even know how I did it. But the next thing I knew, my hands were on her bra-covered breasts, gently caressing and squeezing them.

"It's been so long," she whispered. She moved her hands to the front clasp and unfastened it as she watched me. "I want to watch you," she said, looking into my eyes. "I want to watch your eyes when you see me." She pulled her bra off and tossed it aside and I was in awe. Her breasts were absolutely perfect. She had to be a D-cup now... with big nipples that were swollen, hard, and ready for sucking. They made my mouth water.

She lifted her breasts and touched her nipples as I watched, entranced. "Oh... Dad... It's been so long since I've had your mouth on my nipples. Are you ready?"

I tried to look at her face, in her eyes. I tried not to look at her wonderfully naked breasts. I knew I'd never be able to stop once I got started.

"You can look at 'em, Dad. Look at 'em," she ordered, challenging me. And I couldn't help but look down at them, all lifted up in her hands like an offering. "Do you like 'em?"

I nodded slowly, unable to say a word. They were so captivating.

"You do?" she smiled happily. "You can do it, Dad."

"What?" I asked, not quite understanding what she was wanting. "Suck on them?"

"Yeah," she nodded quickly. "What do you think I'm sitting here for? Yes, suck on them." She leaned forward and guided her nipple to my lips, swiping along my lips. Then I captured it and gently sucked on it as she moaned softly.

"It's good," she moaned, grabbing the back of my head softly. "So much more gentle... than our baby. Oh, yes, Daddy... oh. Why can't it be like this all the time, Dad? It feels really good. I love you. Do you love me? I know you have your mouthful... but tell me. I need to hear it."

I released her nipple for a moment and grabbed her breasts in my hands. "I love you pumpkin. I'll love you forever." I sucked and licked her nipple again, then moved to the other, as she moaned in my lap, her hips still grinding into me.

Then she pulled away and slid back towards my knees. "Daddy... you're so hard again, Daddy!"

Her hands moved to the front clasp again and she unfastened them, pulling down the zipper once more.

"Oh, pumpkin, no," I said, trying to grab her wrists. "We can't go any further."

"Oh... why not?" she said, finishing with the zipper and pulling the cloth away from my cock. "Why can't we? What's stopping us?"

"I... It's just that..."

"Daddy... I want you." She pulled my boxers down, letting my cock spring out once more, her hand quickly wrapping around it. "This is what I want."

"Ok, pumpkin. Ok," I said, realizing that I couldn't fight it any more. I wanted her just as much as she wanted me. I couldn't deny it any more.

"I just want to kiss you all over," she whispered as she pulled my pants completely off, followed quickly by my boxers. Then she knelt on the floor in front of me, kissing and licking the length of my shaft from the bottom to the top. "Oh, you taste so good," she moaned.

"You're such a good girl, pumpkin." I watched her, watched her hand stroke up and down my length, watched the head slide inside her mouth as she sucked on it and moaned. Fuck!

"I love sucking on you," she panted, getting more and more excited. She slid down and, while stroking my shaft, sucked my balls into her mouth, one at a time, sucking on them gently. "You're so full of cum for me, Daddy," she giggled. "I want it, Daddy. I want it."

"Oh, fuck... that's so good," I hissed as she slid her tongue around the head before sucking on it again.

"You like how I suck on your cock?" she giggled.

"God, yes, pumpkin," I moaned. "That's so good."

"Oh, daddy, you make me so wet," she said, smiling up at me. "I need you inside me. Please."

She stood again and removed her panties. Completely naked, she slid into my lap again. She grabbed my shaft and slid her pussy along its length, teasing me.

"Mommy's gone all day... so you can fuck me," she said, leaning forward and kissing me. Her tongue slid into my mouth again, driving me insane.

"Pumpkin... maybe we shouldn't go that far," I tried to stop her, putting my hands on her hips to keep her away.

"Daddy... I want you to," she said.

"I don't think you realize what you're doing, pumpkin," I said, trying to be the voice of reason. But I wasn't even convincing myself, much less her.

"Don't worry, Daddy. You know I want you to," she said. Her pussy was so wet and white hot against my cock. "I've been wanting to do it again for so long. You belong with me, Daddy."

I still held her hips, keeping her from getting too close, keeping her from sliding me inside.

"Don't you want me, Daddy... my young, tight little pussy?" she asked, making me shiver. She had no idea how badly I wanted her, how hard it was to resist her. "I need you to fuck me. I need to feel your big Daddy dick inside me."

"Pumpkin, are you sure?" I asked, almost desperate for a reason to push her away.

"I'm so sure... please!" she begged. My hands lost their grip and she pushed my cock inside her. Slowly she pushed forward, pushing me deeper and deeper. Her pussy was gripping me, pulling me into her, squeezing me.

"Oh... oh... oh my gosh," she moaned, putting her hands on my shoulders. "I have to go slow. Oh Daddy... it feels so good. Your cock is so deep inside me." She slowly moved her hips, sliding me in and out just a little. "Remember how good it felt the first time?" she whispered.

"Yeah, pumpkin," I replied, remembering. That was obviously her first time. I had no idea how many times she'd fucked since then.

"It feels even better now."

"Oh... yeah," I whispered, agreeing with her.

"Slow, slow, slow," she said as I moved slight to fuck her more fully. "I'm just not used to it. It's been so long. You're just... big." Finally, she bottomed out, her bush mingling with my own. "Dad! I love you Dad!" she practically yelled. Then she started moving faster, sliding her hips up and back, fucking me.

"Oh, that feels so fucking good," I moaned, loving how good her pussy squeezed my shaft. But after only a few strokes, I had to grab her hips, had to make her stop. I was so close to cumming.