[Author's Note: The following story contains elements of incest. If that is not your bag, you'd do well to read something else. All characters in the following story should be assumed to be 18 or older.]
It had been two weeks. Two weeks since that fateful evening that I decided to ignore my mother's warnings and drove out to the edge of town to meet my biological father. Two weeks since my daddy seduced me on his front lawn and plunged his massive cock into my core. Two weeks since I had been home. Two weeks since I had spoken to my mother.
My mother and I rarely fought. Not like that anyway. I can't remember ever fighting with anyone like that before. It wasn't your typical teen versus mom screaming match. In fact, neither of us even really raised our voices that much at all. I remember my cell phone shaking in my hand as I waited for my mom to answer. I knew it wasn't going to be a pleasant conversation.
"Do you know what time it is?" my mother flatly stated as she picked up, dispensing with the normal formalities. "I've been trying to call you for the past 2 hours!"
I glanced at the clock on my dad's bedside table. 3:12 AM.
"I-I know, mom," I stammered, immediately going into damage control mode. "I just lost track of time, I'm sorry."
"And that doesn't explain why you haven't been answering your phone, Jordan!" my mom's angry tone turned to one of worry.
My body shivered as my mind recalled images and sounds from earlier. My phone ringing in my handbag on the corner of the bed. My dad's hot sweat-soaked body hovering over mine. Both of us moaning into one another's mouths. My phone ringing. The wet slapping sound of my father's engorged dick slamming into my drenched pussy. The feeling of him spraying a fourth helping of warm cum deep inside of me. My body quivering uncontrollably and my voice screaming out in orgasm yet again. My phone ringing. My foot stretching out to kick my handbag and cell phone onto the floor...
"I know...daddy and I, we were um...we were talking, and I just, I don't know..I guess I lost track of time," I knew I wasn't fooling anyone.
"Just talking, huh? That must have been some good HARD talking you two were doing if it prevented you from getting to your phone for hours." Her emphasis on the word HARD was not lost on me.
"Mom, it's not like that," my voice sounded remarkably unconvincing, even in my own ears.
"Oh isn't it?" her words dripped with contempt and sarcasm. "And why are you calling me now? Why not just take your lumps when you get home, huh?"
I frantically scoured my brain for a way to even put into words what I called to tell her. How could I even say it, now that she clearly knew what we had been up to all night? But mom was way ahead of me as she had been the entire conversation.
"Because you aren't planning to come home. Is that what it is? You can't get enough of your dad's...conversation...now that you've had a taste."
"Well yeah, I mean no...I mean, yes I wanted to spend the night," I stammered. "But mom, I don't want you to think I...that we...you know..."
"Oh, I know all too well, Jordan," my mom took a deep breath. It sounded like she might cry. "Let me put it to you like this. I suggest you get dressed, make yourself look somewhat presentable, and drive home. Now."
"Wait, mom, I umm..." I sighed heavily.
After a long strange silence, my mother spoke again. "Jordan, I can't even begin to convey how wrong this is, what you and your father are doing. I will be locking the door at 4 AM. If you are home by then, we can talk and work all this out. But if not, you are no longer welcome in this house."
"I...I...ummm...mom...I...uhhhhh..." my words were unintelligible, mostly spoken in a throaty whisper.
"Jordan," my mother sniffled and cleared her throat before whimpering her next question. "Is your father...Is he...fucking you right now?"
"Nnnngh...oh, oh, mom...I can't...oh god, daddy yes," I was powerless to even comprehend the conversation as my father's throbbing shaft slowly slid in and out of my thoroughly abused cunt. He stood and lifted me in his arms, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and pinned my lithe body to the wall.
"Oh yes, yes, YES! FUCK ME DADDY!" I screamed out as he gradually picked up the pace, slamming his massive meat into me over and over again.
I clawed at his back with my free hand, moaning like a whore as I came on my father's dick for the umpteenth time that night.
"OH MY GOD, DADDY! DADDY! YES! FUCK ME! CUM INSIDE ME AGAIN!" and with that, my dad thrust one last time into the deepest recesses of my core, his pulsing manhood filling me totally. Completely. I felt his body go rigid and felt him spill his sperm deep into my womb...again.
I purred and kissed his neck, smiling contentedly and giggling as daddy's dick still moved slowly in my sodden pussy. I breathed deep and hugged my father tightly. And then suddenly I felt my face flush with terror when I saw my cell phone still in my hand behind daddy's back. The display was still lit, the call still active. I had lost track of time and I had no idea how long it had been, but my mom was still on the line. My vision cleared and I saw the call timer on the screen still counting. 12:34...12:35... Shit. I gulped and slowly, timidly moved the phone to my ear like it might burn me.
"M-mom? Are you there?"
I heard a sniffle and a sob. And then the line went dead.
At 4 AM, I received a text from my mom: "I will pack your things and leave them on the porch. You can pick them up tomorrow while I'm at work."
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That was two weeks ago to the day.
Living with my father had been amazing on so many different levels. I mean how many teenage girls can say that moving in with her estranged biological father was the most sexually gratifying and satisfying decision she had ever made. To say that my pussy had gotten it's fill of my daddy's gargantuan dick and hot creamy cum would be an understatement of epic proportions. Since daddy worked on cars all day at home and I still had another month of summer break before school started again, we couldn't keep our hands off of each other. We literally fucked like animals all day long. Every single day.
Daddy and I would take turns waking each other up. I liked to watch him open his eyes to see me trying to fit as much of his thickening cock meat into my mouth as I could. And daddy enjoyed waking me up by slowly and sensually sinking his talented tongue into one of my tight little holes, depending on whether I was sleeping on my back or my tummy. I swear I thought I had died and gone to heaven that first time I awakened to the feeling of his tongue slithering into my tiny tight butthole. No one had ever licked me there before and the sensation was pure bliss. I could've had an orgasm from that alone if I wasn't in such a hurry to get daddy's fat dick inside me.
We would eat breakfast together in the nude, since we knew the meal would typically end with us licking pancake syrup or nibbling fresh fruit off one another's bodies and then with me getting thoroughly fucked on the table. After breakfast, daddy would always tell me to stay out of the garage so he could get his work done. But after I snuck in and yanked his tattered jeans down for a surprise blowjob that first morning, I knew he didn't mind the interruption. He seemed to welcome the periodic intrusions. Intrusions that resulted in me gagging on his manhood, or being bent over and face down on the hood of a customer's car while daddy's cock lifted me off the ground with every thrust.
A few times we almost got caught by his customers. I always panicked, scurrying to get my clothes back on. But daddy was always the calm one without a care, buckling his pants while remaining shirtless as he welcomed his customers without a thought of what they may or may not have seen. He would always introduce me to them as his daughter, which would turn me on in the worst way. I saw the way their eyes would scan over my body...my tousled dirty blonde hair, smudged lipstick, hard nipples poking through my tight crop top, the thin sheen of sweat on my flat belly, my unbuttoned daisy dukes, the dark greasy handprint high up on my inner thigh. I would smile coyly as they would look back at my dad, who was pulling his shirt back on and tucking it in.
"Sorry about that Bo, I am just near finished with your car here. I got a little sidetracked is all. Heh, heh," he snickered like the cat that ate the canary to one particular customer. "Be done in just a few minutes. Jordan, would you be a darling and get this gentleman here a beer from the fridge?"
I knew there was little doubt in Bo's mind as to what had been taking place when he arrived.
"Sure thing, daddy!" I would smile and skip into the house, smiling at them both as I went.
I figured they must be close friends, because when returned with the beer, I overheard Bo telling my dad what a "hot piece of ass" I was. I half expected daddy to punch him out, but instead he just smiled shrewdly and responded, "You have no idea." Daddy clearly had no shame at all.
After lunch and a toe curling quickie, daddy was usually way behind schedule. So I would relent and leave him to his work. Most days I would invite my friend Ally over in the afternoon. Ally has been my best friend since we were young kids. She was completely fascinated by my current living situation, although she didn't know about the best part of it. I knew I could trust her, but I wasn't prepared to fully disclose the details of my relationship with dad just yet. I could tell Ally was smitten with my father. She was always finding reasons to go outside so she could catch a glimpse of him in the garage.
"Heyyyy Mr. Carlisle," she would sing as she teased her long dark curls and pushed her big round tits out at him. Ally was a brunette bombshell. Big D-cup tits, a slender waist and a luscious booty. Her curves put my modest C-cups and tight compact ass to shame. She was certainly a sight to behold. And that sight was not lost on daddy.
"Hi Ally. I told you before, you can call me Tom," he replied as he lifted his head from under the hood of a car and looked her up and down.
"Can I call you daddy like Jordan does?" Ally giggled as her breasts jiggled out in front of her.
My dad would just laugh and shake his head before getting back to work. I couldn't blame him for playing along with her and for drinking in her beauty. Her aggressive flirty demeanor was infectious and it had the same effect on men wherever she went. And her bimbo-like good looks was a magnet for men of all ages. Women too. Yes I too have found myself under Ally's spell from time to time. Just because she's my best friend doesn't mean I haven't felt the same desire to take that luscious body for a tumble in the hay on more than a few occasions.
