I stumbled into the kitchen and flicked on the light. It was still dark outside, but I could see the first pinkish streaks of sunlight on the horizon. I turned the coffee on. I knew there was no way I could make it through the day on force of will alone. Caffeine would be needed at this hour of the morning. Mentally, I went over the to-do list for the day.
Today was the day I took Mary to school. A part of me was excited that she was going to get this chance to try life out on her own. But a larger part of me was rather sad. I was sending my daughter away. She was officially a grown woman now and I couldn't help but feel like I was sending her out among the wolves. Mary was delicate and loving. The very things I thought made her so unique and wonderful were the things that might possibly destroy her in the real world.
My thoughts returned to Christine. My wife was heavily responsible for Mary's quiet acceptance of life around her. Her over-protectiveness had kept Mary ignorant of the aggressive nature of the rest of the world. In one part I appreciated Christine's parenting. True kindness like Mary's was rare in today's world. But I had seen first hand the terror Mary had when faced with the realization that she was going to have to leave home. At 19, she should have been beyond that. I was angry at Christine for not preparing her for that reality better.
But to be completely honest, I was angrier at myself for not taking a bigger part in Mary's upbringing. I should have interjected my opinion more. Christine probably would have appreciated it. I should have acted like I cared about more than work and my hobbies. I'm sure that was one of the many reasons why Christine left me. But if she honestly thought I was so uninvolved with my daughter, why in the hell did she leave Mary behind with me?
The coffee maker beeped to let me know it had finished brewing its heavenly nectar. I made a cup for both Mary and myself, adding lots of cream and sugar to Mary's. She said she didn't understand how anyone could drink coffee black. "Liquid mud" was what she called what I drank.
I walked into the mostly dark bedroom, carrying both cups. I set them on the dresser and checked to see if Mary was awake. There was enough morning light coming in from the windows to see Mary's slim legs tangled in the white comforter. She was asleep on her stomach; her arms pillowed underneath her head. My eyes traveled down her smooth back, her skin golden in the growing light as I watched the gentle rise and fall of her breath. Lightly I brushed my fingers down the gentle sweep of her hips and palmed the flesh of her pert little ass.
I slipped carefully into bed beside her and danced the lightest of kisses on her left ass cheek. She still smelled faintly of the sex as we'd had the night before. Remembering brought my cock quickly to attention. Sex with Mary was new and exciting every time we fucked. Even if it was nothing more than a tired spoon fuck before we slept, it felt new. Something about her and her pussy drew me in, in ways no other woman had. I don't know whether it was the fact that it was my daughter or if it was the unbridled lust she came at me with. But whatever it was, it was enough to make me hard and ready whenever she wanted me to be.
I reached my fingers down and felt the small cleft between her thighs. She was damp, her pale curls still wet from last night's activities. I slid my finger between her folds, seeking out the seat of her pleasure. Gently, I massaged her clit, bending down to kiss the white globes of her ass. Mary stirred beneath me.
"Daddy?" she asked groggily.
"Yes, Angel?" I removed my hands and crawled up beside her in bed, my face close to hers. I brushed the hair back from her green eyes and smiled at her.
"Is it time to get up already?"
"Nearly so, baby."
"Oh." Such a small word, but I could see everything she wasn't saying in her eyes.
"Still scared?" I asked.
Mary sighed heavily. "Yeah. But now instead of being afraid to go, now I'm afraid that I'm going to go and just fail."
"Fail? Your classes?"
Mary rolled over in frustration. "Oh, just everything. I'm afraid I'm going to fail my classes. I'm afraid that I'm going to fail at making friends. I'm afraid that I won't be able to handle being away from you and that I'll fail at being an adult."
"Angel, I don't think you really have anything to worry about. You really are a lot stronger than you think. You'll do fine."
Mary nodded at me, but I could tell she was thinking about something else. I was quiet, allowing her to decide if she wanted to voice what she was thinking.
"I kind of wish Mom was here. You know, to see me off and stuff..." Her voice trailed away.
"You do?" I asked.
"Mm-hmm." She looked over at me. "Are you mad?"
I was a little mad. Christine had left Mary behind without even a good-bye. Nor had she contacted her at all in the months since she'd been gone. However I'd hurt Christine with my neglect, Mary didn't deserve that. But if Mary harbored no ill will, I really couldn't be angry for her. That was just unfair.
"No baby. Your mom has been such a big part of your life. She was there for you more than I ever was. I'm sure it feels wrong that she's not with you for this big event."
"That's exactly it, Daddy. Going away to college is so important and it's something she really wanted for me that it feels like I'm betraying her by not waiting for her to come back." She sniffled a little. She was crying.
"Oh honey, you've got to know that your mother wouldn't want you to wait on this. Yes, she should be here, but I know that she'd want you to go. She wouldn't want you to put this on hold while she's off doing whatever. In fact, I think she'd be more disappointed in you if you didn't go."
"Daddy, do you think so?" Mary rolled over to look into my eyes.
I was able to answer honestly this time. "I do."
Mary gave me that sweet smile before once again adopting a thoughtful gaze. Now what?
"That's not the only reason I'm sad."
"No?"
"Daddy, I'm really going to miss you. I'm going to miss us." She rested her hand on my chest and began running her fingers through my chest hair. Her voice went soft. "I love you, Daddy."
I shuddered from both her touch and her words. "Baby, I love you to. I love you beyond all reason. I'm going to miss us too." I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close to me. "But there will be other guys at school. There will be other guys in your life. Somebody younger than your old Dad." I chuckled, but the reality of that statement saddened me.
Mary giggled. "You're not THAT old." She gave me a sly wink. "For an old guy."
I laughed. "Well, this old guy is managing to keep you with you young folks." I growled and rolled on top of her. Grabbing her wrists, I lowered my face to hers and kissed her passionately. Mary responded immediately, returning my kisses with equal ardor. Her lips pressed against mine, her tongue touching my own and the tip of my erect cock just barely grazing her body, leaving drops of wetness on her belly.
I pulled myself away from her eager mouth, released her wrists and looked down at the lovely girl below me. No, not girl. Woman. "Oh Mary, I don't think you have any idea just how much I am going to miss you." I said huskily. She nodded and pulled my face back down to hers. I brought my body down to her, pressing myself into her soft flesh, nestling my hard on between her thighs.
I kissed her slowly, my hand cupping her face as I savored the taste of her body. My love making was slow and careful. It would be some time before I would be able to be with her in this manner again. I wanted it to last. I ran my lips down the path of her jaw line and nuzzled my face in her neck, breathing the scent of her. I brought my hand up to cup the firm flesh of her perfect breast and ran my thumb over the turgid tip of her pink nipple. I drew her earlobe into my mouth and suckled in time to my fondling.
I felt Mary's hands grope down my back and grab my hips, pulling me into her body. "Daddy..." she moaned. I pressed my cock deeper into her thighs but avoided her warm entrance. Moving down, I pulled her nipple into my mouth and sucked unhurriedly. It's hardness in my mouth was almost as fulfilling as being inside her soft, wet pussy, but in different ways. With my cheek resting against her breast, her nipple in my mouth and her hands wrapped around me, I felt that this was right.
I pulled away and Mary whimpered. Smiling, I brought my lips down to her neglected breast, pulled that inside and nipped it with my teeth. Mary gasped and pushed herself up into my mouth. She grabbed my head and pulled it into her breast, crying out each time my teeth grazed her sensitive nub. My hands left her hips and moved down to cup her soft mons. I slid my finger into her slick wetness, plunging it into her depths before moving up to rub her clit. With the lightest of touches, I stroked her clit, eliciting mewling gasps from her throat. I pulled back and looked at her wet nipples, pointing at me, almost asking for more. Mary stared up at me, her eyes dark with lust and something more. I dropped down to her navel and plunged my fingers into her well again. Kissing a path down her belly, through her soft curls until I captured her erect clit in my mouth, I watched her face as she gazed down at me.
Mary shuddered beneath me as I massaged her clit with my tongue. Each fold, each crevice was mine to taste. I rolled her fluids in my mouth, this sweet nectar that was my daughter's. I inserted my tongue deep into her little cunny, trying to gather as much wetness as I could.
"Ohhh...yes." Mary said in a hushed whisper. Her hands found my head again and guided me back to her sweet node, pulling my face back to suck on her button. I pressed my mouth against her and with the flat of my tongue, I rubbed the slick bump vigorously. Mary's hips moved up and down with my efforts and I knew she wasn't far off from orgasming. But not yet. I wanted to do it together. Grabbing onto her squirming hips, I teased her hot little box with my lips, darting my tongue into her crevices and spending the briefest of moments on her protruding clit. Mary's grunts of frustration tinged with pleasure were chorusing from above and I smiled into her wetness. Once again I slid my finger into her depths, while I kissed her seat of pleasure, feeling her ride my face to almost ecstasy. I pulled back and heard Mary groan in agony.
I left off her pretty pussy and returned to kissing her pink lips. Mary tasted her juices on my mouth, lapping away at the proof of her own pleasure. Her hands found their way to my cock and began to jack me slowly. Her warm hands wrapped around my hard cock were amazing. She reached down to cup my heavy balls as she moved her hand swiftly up and down my member. I was straining into her hand as she fisted me, trying to keep control. Up and down she moved, palming me from the head of my thick cock down to its base, drawing groans from the depths of my being. "Oh god, Mary. Rub daddy's cock. Yes. Yes." I growled into her chest thrusting my hips into her soft little paw. "Daddy loves when you touch his cock." I was losing control. I needed to be inside her.
I pulled back. Mary frowned for a moment before she saw my intentions. She spread her smooth thighs for me and I lowered myself between them. Grasping my hard on, I entered her as slowly as I could manage, drawing the moment out. I felt her wet walls grasp my cock and pull me in, drawing me into her depths as my balls rested against her.