"DAD!"
I had been dreading the sound of her voice for several hours. I was in such hot water. What I did was one of the most deceitful, dishonest and depraved things a man can do, especially involving my daughter. What did I do? Well, it's a long story.
Oh, let me guess. You probably are thinking, "Oh, he did something really bad. He probably cheated on his wife, and his daughter found out. Maybe, if he is sick enough, he cheated on his wife...with his daughter!" Relax. It isn't that bad. From your point of view. I really need to explain.
My name is Jonas Mills. I am a 41 year old widow of a 21 year old daughter, who is my only child. I work for a rather well-regarded Chicago law firm, and I am one of the best lawyers in my firm, having a 88% approval rating from my clients. I live in a white, 3 story, 3 bedroom house, which, while I have no problem affording, I will admit to staying in mostly due to my inability to move on after my wife died just 3 years earlier.
My wife, Rebecca, died after a terrible battle with stage 3 lung cancer just shortly after Eliza's, my lovely daughter, high school graduation. A heavy smoker all her life, I had tried for years to get her to stop but to no avail until by chance, Rebecca had managed to stop right around when Eliza was starting her senior year. Sadly, by then, it was too late.
Rebecca called me up at work one day to complain a sharp pain in her chest. I knew what it was, but I hoped against hope, and prayed as hard as I can, but my fears were founded: it was lung cancer, and the doctors only gave her until Eliza's graduation before her body succumbed to the disease. Rebecca fought for as long as could, and lasted only about two months after Eliza's graduation before my beloved wife was gone.
Rebecca was such a stunning woman. Long black hair that went down to mid back that I would use as leverage when we had hot sex. She had deep green eyes that could pierce a man's soul, and they appeared to be blazing when she was in sexual pleasure. Her lips were full, pouty, and a deep, scarlet red without lipstick. They felt so good on my cock when she gave me a deep, wet blowjob. Her breasts were a an 34C, and there were so many nights I would suck on them and her delectable nipples as I pounded her pussy as she sat on my lap. She had an 32 inch waist, and an incredibly toned belly I would lick to heavenly delights. And her legs...I miss her legs so much. 34 inch hips. So smooth and toned, leading to soft ankles that were perfectly shaved and felt great as she wrapped them around my waist as we enjoyed hot sex. Finally, her ass. Ooh, that ass. There was so many hot nights I smacked that toned, plump ass as I fucked Rebecca from behind, which would make Rebecca's pussy oh so tight as she came and locked onto my cock like a silky vice-like grip.
As for her personality, she was wonderful as she was physically. She had a nice, kind demeanor that would draw you in with a sweet, Southern charm that was as bright and appealing as her pearly white smile. She was tough when she needed to be, as her job as a teacher of 2nd grade required to have a very strong backbone, and this carried over to her role as a mother.
Rebecca was a wonderful mom, and she had done a wonderful job raising our daughter. Eliza was as smart, charming, and as beautiful as her mother. She had been on the honor roll every grade of school, and had become a heart-stopping beautiful bookworm. She was on the student council, yearbook community, band, and the basketball cheer-leading squad.
Appearance-wise, Rebecca was, pardon my French and lack of proper father etiquette,...just as fucking hot as her mother!
Seriously, my beautiful Eliza...she became the object of my fantasies for 3 long years after my wife passed.
The only really difference was the length of her hair, which only went to her neck. Everything else was a carbon copy of her mother. Her lips, breasts, waist, hips, ass: a perfect succession of mother to daughter genetics. There was so many nights I wanted to fuck my daughter, masturbating to visions of her beautiful body and fucking her as I fucked her mother, only to feel so dang guilty after I came over my stomach.
As for me, I guess I looked alright. Although not as sculpted as I used to be, I still have a nice six pack, bulging biceps, and well toned legs that I kept due to persistence in fitness and endurance. My hair is brown and spiked, a look that is still mature enough for my age. But my most impressive feature: my 8-inch long, 10 inches thick cock, which brought Rebecca so much pleasure, but hasn't seen much action of late.
There is one more thing you need to know about me. Something that only my wife knew, and eventually, Eliza discovered as well. I am a telepath, like Professor Xavier from X-Men. Just like the mutants in that franchise, this gift manifested at puberty, but instead of using to combat evil, I just used it to satisfy various women until I met Rebecca and she was curious about how I knew her to satisfy her so well. I confessed to her the truth, and she was overjoyed to learn the truth, as our sex life just got even better from there.
I never encountered anyone else with a similar gift. Until today, when I discovered someone else possessed a similar gift: my darling little girl, Eliza!
During high school, Eliza had met Jason, a quarterback who, despite possessing many of the generic traits that his type usually carries,was actually a very nice, bright young man with a bright future ahead of him, getting a scholarship to pay football for Notre Dame. He was a straight A student, incredibly charming, very funny, and traditionally handsome in that jock kind of way. Eliza and Jason hit it off immediately, and had stayed together for 3 years after high school ended. And of course, one reason they had stayed together was because they were both sexually active.
Eliza, for some reason, kept this a secret from me, as if the very idea of her having sex was some kind of taboo thing or something. I saw myself as a good dad. She didn't have to lie about it, but she gave me the most blatant lies and bullshit that women give to their dads when they want to fuck their boyfriends. One day, this day, in fact, I simply had had enough of the lies and decided to use my abilities to see what she was really up to.
Now, I know what you are thinking: "What a fucking creep! I hope your daughter kicked you in the balls so hard they never came back down!" Yeah, yeah, but you know what? I am a man. I was desperate. And I wanted to see my daughter get fucked!
Before she left the house, I projected myself into her thoughts, and together, we made our way to her boyfriend's house. Sure enough, after 25 minutes, Eliza found herself right out Jason's house. She knocked on the door, and he opened the door to let her in. He was wearing just a blue robe.
"Hey, baby. Get that sexy ass in here."
I observed as Eliza stepped inside his house and she turned to face him. He undid his robe and he stood before her, naked and erect.
I didn't like this perspective, so I shifted perspective and entered Jason's mind instead. As my mind begin to focus after the jolt of shifting from one head to the other, I saw my daughter smiling happily as Jason and his well-endowed body.
"I want that cock inside me," I heard my daughter say seductively. I had never heard her say that before. It was so hot.
"Get naked, and that can be arranged."
Eliza smiled, and begin to strip. Was my dream about to be realized? Would I finally see my darling Eliza naked?
She took off her vest, dropping it to the floor. Even in other people's houses, she would just leave her clothes laying around. Finally, she grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and pulled it over her head, revealing her bra-covered breasts to my hungry eyes. Then, she slipped off her flip-flops, showing off those cute, well manicured feet. Raising her hands to her waist, she un-zipped her skirt, and it slid down her long, slender legs, revealing that she was wearing a barely there g-string. Oh, fuck!
Eliza smiled playfully at Jason, and by extension me, as she untied the strings and her delectable pussy was revealed to my hungry gaze.
Fuck, even her pussy reminded me of her mother. So plump, dripping wet with her juices, and so delectably pink, it was a pussy that you immediately wanted to bury your tongue into. I hurriedly stripped off my clothes as if I was in the room with her. Finally, she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, revealing her 34C breasts to my eyes.
Seeing my daughter naked for the first time...it was better than I imagined. She couldn't look more like her mother if she tried.
But the best part was the words that spilled out of my daughter's dirty mouth.
"My pussy is so wet, baby. Just get that huge cock over here and fuck me. NOW!"
You didn't have to tell me twice. As Jason, I picked my daughter and took her to his bedroom. He threw her on the bed, causing Eliza to cutely giggle and suddenly, I found myself on top of my daughter.
"Stick it in. I am already so wet!"
I looked down as Jason's hand moved towards his cock(which, at 7 inches, wasn't as impressive as mine), and before I knew what was happening, I found myself in my daughter's silky, wet, hot, tight pussy.
I couldn't believe it was happening. I, as an extension of my daughter's boyfriend. was inside my daughter's hot body! Fuck! She was better than her mother, her pussy perfectly able to know how much to grip her man's cock for mind-blowing sex. Oh, it had been so long since I had sex, and feeling what Jason was feeling felt like heaven.
'Oh, my sweet baby girl. Your pussy is better than your mother's. Oh, my baby.'
"Oh, my sweet little daughter!"
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?"
Jason froze. "I heard it, too. That wasn't me."
Eliza didn't look amused, and her body stopped moving under Jason's. "You sick fuck! Are you kidding me?"
"Eliza, I swear to you, I don't know where that came from."
Eliza was puzzled. As I looked at my angel's face, a terrible thought came over me. I had projected my own thoughts through Jason's thoughts and my thoughts came out vocally through him.
Eliza pushed her off him. "What? Is this some Being John Malkovich kind of thing?"
I loved that movie. (clears throat) Anyway...
"Baby, you know me. I would never hurt my pumpkin."
Eliza's eyes got wide. I had done it again. I could tell Jason was horrified.
Eliza stood up and walked towards me/Jason.
"My father calls me that. You never have."
"Baby, I swear. This isn't me."
Eliza shushed him and walked over to him, putting her hands on his face. At first, Jason thought she was kissing him, but she shouted "Hey!," and he stopped moving in.
Suddenly, I felt something inside me. Something I have never felt before. I felt a presence invading me, in my very soul, probing me.
A gasp, and then, I heard her voice.
'Daddy.'
I was immobile.
The feeling was gone, and suddenly, I watched as Jason watched Eliza leave the room.
"Where are you going?" he asked as Eliza went back to the living room.
Eliza was putting back on her clothes as she told him. "I have to take care of something. Something really fucked up."
I watched as the clothes went back on my daughter's body. As the last bit of clothing went on, she went over to Jason and cradled his face.
"It's not you, baby. I will be back soon."
She kissed his cheek and then I saw her gaze return to his eyes. But she wasn't looking at him. She was looking at me, and I felt a cold tremor that I knew she wanted me to feel.
