Movie Night

Every Friday night for as long as I can remember has always been movie night in our house. I think it started after John married my Mom as a way for our blended family to bond. I was two and John's son James was 4 when they wed, so I don't remember a time without them. John has always been Daddy and James has always been my brother. When we were younger, movie night included a nice PG family friendly flic, usually animated or with animals, then after the movie was over, us kids would head to bed and mom and dad would watch another movie together as a way to get in a cheap but regular, weekly Late Date as they called it. As we hit our teens, James wanted to spend his Fridays at football games & parties with friends, not watching The Little Mermaid at home, but Mom & Dad would insist Friday was family night as we only had a couple years left with us all together under one roof and he could spend Saturday & Sunday with his crew. As a concession though they'd up the movie rating from PG to PG-13 and the movie genre changed to action & superhero films.

Once James graduated and moved out, is when it turned from a family movie night, to just mine and dad's thing I guess. I started getting into old classics, which Daddy was fine with as long as the musicals were spaced out, but Mom regularly complained they were boring and after a few months she joined a local bunko group and spent her Fridays out. After the movie I'd still go up to my room out of habit, and since date night was skipped more often than not, Dad just watched his own shows while mom was out with her group. A couple of times I offered to watch a double feature with Daddy, but he'd come to enjoy his evenings of alone time, getting to watch whatever he wanted, which according to him included more grown up films from time to time that wouldn't interest me, and so while he appreciated the offer, would always send me on up to my room as usual.

As my senior year began, I really started to understand why James would get so frustrated having to stay home every Friday night when everyone else was out having fun together. At the lunch table on Mondays, my friends would reminisce about the awesome post-game party they were all at, and Thursdays & Fridays were spent getting hyped up for the events to come. But what really started to get to me was the whispered conversations in the halls and story exchanges at our girls night slumber parties, where what really happened at these post-game parties started to come out. Last year we were all still on the same experience page so to speak, boyfriends, hand-holding, make out sessions, etc. but now I was quickly coming to realize how big that gap between me and the rest of the girls was growing. While I was watching 40s glamour couples waltz on the big screen, my girlfriends were performing the horizontal mambo in an empty bedroom at whoever's house was hosting the weekly kegger.

After another weekend of missing out, I heard all about how Micah made the winning touch-down and he wanted to celebrate by going down on Harper. The next week was about how after Kyle had been pissed at Ally for blowing off their Wednesday study group, she made it up to him by blowing him until he got off under the bleachers. I swear every game and post-party resulted in a new base being achieved and sexual experience to brag about. It certainly didn't help either that the girls kept giving me a hard time about still not hooking up with my longtime crush Jason Malter, who according to locker room gossip had the biggest dick in school. I'd had enough! I wasn't going to be the only virgin walking across the graduation stage next spring and while I have no idea how a tongue down there could possibly feel good enough to scream about, I still wanted it, even if just to be able to feel like part of the group again.

Friday rolled around and all day at school my girls and I put together a list of arguments that was sure to convince my parents it was finally time to let this old tradition go. I went home from school with a plan, confident that later tonight I would be out drinking with my friends, and by New Years my cherry would be popped. Little did I know, only half my plan would come to fruition.

A little after 5 o'clock Dad strolled in from the garage hollering that Mom was meeting her friends for dinner and drinks before their game night so it would be just us for dinner. As he rounded the corner into the kitchen he continued "Does pizza sound good? And what movie are we doing tonight? Rewatch of Casablanca or are you going to make me watch Singing in the Rain for the 12th time?"

This is perfect I thought, with Mom not even coming home for dinner, I'd have one less parent to argue and her absence played into my "Not a family night" argument.

"Hey Daddy, pizza sounds great, but I actually wanted to talk to you about movie night."

"Oh no, don't tell me you have a desire to start watching horror or even worse RomComs. "

"No it's not that, it's more that I was just wondering if we could skip movie night at home this week?"

"Skip it? Did you want to go see a new release in theater or something instead?"

"No, not that. There's a big home game tonight, and then all the girls are doing a post-game slumber party at Katy's house and I wanted to join. Family night hasn't really been the same since James went off to college, and heck, Moms not even here. I'm 18 and still watching movies that don't even have swear words in them with my Dad. Then at 8 o'clock, when everyone I know is leaving the football game to spend the rest of the night hanging out together, I'm sent to bed like little girl to spend my night all alone in my room. Week after week they're out bonding and making memories together and I'm left out more and more. I just don't see a problem with spending a few Fridays here and there out with them."

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I stood there just staring at her for a minute. She'd gotten so worked up during her little speech, a slight flush had spread up her body and her heaving chest made it impossible to take my eyes off her. God those tits are so full and perky and perfect and shit...what the fuck was that, she's my daughter and I'm just standing here ogling her while she's waiting for my response.

Look baby, I understand that you feel like you're missing out on some things, and I'm not saying that's not true, but by ending our family movie nights, you'll then be missing out on building these strong family connections that once you've moved out become harder to maintain and more important to have as your foundation when life throws you curveballs as you get older. I know you don't want to hear this and probably won't believe me, but friendships come and go throughout your life, and honestly most high school friendships will fizzle out within a few years of graduation, but family is forever. We had the same argument with James when he went through this, and I have the same response for you know. The answer is no, Saturday & Sunday can be spent with friends, but Friday is for family.

I could see her battling her anger and frustration as I spoke. I watched as those breasts continue rise up and down with her increased breath and her eyes glossed over with unshed tears. I hated seeing her cry, always had, tears have always been hard for me and I avoided them each and every time I could. My wife learned early in our relationship that if she got hysterical with tears, I'd just leave the room. The only time I could handle her tears was when she was looking up at me from down on her knees with my cock shoved so far down her throat she was gagging on it and her spit and tears flowed from her face. God how beautiful my daughter would look if that was the cause of her tears right now. My hand on her head guiding her deeper on my cock with those lips wrapped around it trying to swallow me whole. Pumping in and out, slowly up and down my shaft until I bottomed out and pressed her nose all the way against me. Listening to her choke until I pull her back and see those tears free falling down her cheeks. FUCK I'm doing it again and now we're both just standing here in the silence.

"I'm not willing to budge on giving up the night. But you're right, at 18 it's a little ridiculous to feel like you have an 8pm bedtime and I certainly don't want you to feel so alone. You're mom and I haven't done a Friday Late Date in months and me taking care of you will always be more important than a little solo time in front of the TV, so how about from now on, each week we will do a double feature, you pick the first movie, I'll pick the second, and again since you're technically an adult, any rating and genre is game. I'm going to go hop in the shower and get out of these work clothes, here's $20, order us a pizza, and when I come back down we'll get started OK?"

I turned and walked out before she had a chance to reply. I wanted to avoid any further arguments but also to prevent her realizing I couldn't keep my eyes off her tits, wondering if her nipples were hardening with the friction from all that heaving. Not to mention if I don't know what's gotten into me, but this shower is apparently going to be a cold one to snap me out of whatever the fuck is going on my head so I can make it through the next four hours appropriately.

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I can't believe this is happening. How did this go so wrong? In two minutes he completely shot down the conversation I'd spent hours preparing for. Then he didn't even give me a chance to respond, just turned around and walked out. I know my Dad can't handle tears, so even as I felt them building up, I held them back to stay calm and collected so he'd listen to me, but I never even got the chance. And worse, he had a counterpoint for every argument I made so I don't know what's gotten into I'd even say to him anyway. Maybe that's the real reason why I'm so worked up, not because I'm missing out tonight, but because I didn't win the argument and feel foolish that what took me half a day to work on, he was able to bring down in moments as though it was nothing more than a passing thought. Ok, just because I didn't convince him tonight, doesn't mean I have to give up, I did get some things out of this after all. No more bedtime, and no more rating restrictions on the movies, I can use this. Keeping calm and rational about his decision with show him my maturity and after few weeks of him missing out on his freedom solo time, I can bring it up again and have plenty more points in my arsenal by that time too. Heck, maybe I'll even start picking movies he hates to push him to start wanting to cancel this plan even more. With that in mind, I ordered the pizza and went to start scrolling through the options for tonight's first flick.

It's been two months and it's time for take-two of project Ditch Friday Family Night. I've spent weeks making movie night as horrible as possible making Daddy watch sappy romances, documentaries on rocks, teenage angst flicks, anything and everything awful for a 50 year old man. In addition to the change in movie choices, a couple weeks ago Jason had asked me to the Homecoming Dance and had been hyping it up, talking about how excited I was ever since. What I didn't tell Daddy was that the dance was on a Friday night, not a Saturday like he assumed. Mom had taken me dress shopping and we were getting a group limo, so Friday morning I would come downstairs for breakfast talking non-stop about how excited I was for the dance that night and I knew there was no way they'd make me cancel day-of.

Ahhh, ahhh, oh god that feels so good. Please don't stop, please, please, mmhhhmmm. I look down at the top of a head between my thighs, my hands gripping the hair pulling him closer, rubbing my clit more and more, something wet and slick sliding over my lips. I started to feel a building pressure and tingling and AHHH..... I gasped sitting up straight in my bed.

Holy shit that was the most intense one yet. I swear over the past few weeks I'd been having dirty dreams with increasing frequency and Friday nights were the worst! I don't know if it was me getting older, the weekly stories from the girls or the staying up later and watching two movies until late, but each time I'd head up to bed at the end of the night, I'd immediately drop my hand between my legs, fingers circling my little button faster and faster, dipping another finger in and out of my pussy, listening to the sounds of my tight wet hole practically sucking my fingers back in until I saw stars and muffled my moans into my pillow, I would even wake up Saturday morning with a hand trapped in my panties, fingers covered in cum. The past couple of weeks I've even started having a hard time keeping my focus during the movie itself, especially during Daddy's picks. More and more I want to dip out early from watching them to go relieve myself, and as the weather's recently taken a sudden turn colder, I've used it as an excuse to snuggle under the throw blanket so I could touch myself until bed time. I'm so worked up these days even the slightest touch is getting me going and I've started craving our Friday movie nights just to have hands that aren't my own touch my body. So horny I'm looking for ways to sit closer and closer to Daddy each week just to have warm skin on mine, I mean he's my dad that's so fucked up.

The first time was the week I came home sore from sprints we had to run in PE that day, so Daddy offered to rub by feet and calves during the movie, it felt so good by the time we were on to his movie, I kept thinking about asking him to rub me some more, but higher and higher up my legs. Another week he had his arm draped across the back of the couch and the warmth I could feel kept tempting me to just lower it over my shoulders, and then maybe his hand would dip a little lower and rest on the top of my breast, maybe those fingertips would accidentally brush my peaked little nipples. I used to wear sweats and long sleeved flannels for pjs in the fall and winter, but these days I'm so hot and bothered I'm still wearing my short and tank sets, or just an oversized shirt and panties some nights just to keep cool.

I'm not surprised I had a dirty dream last night though, all day yesterday I couldn't stop thinking about the dance - and after party fun I'd be having tonight! It's finally Friday, watch out Jason Malter, I'm coming for your big dick I said to myself as I climbed out of bed, my last thought as I headed downstairs was how weird it was that in my dream Jason's hair was a salt and pepper color instead of his real life blonde locks. Oh well, I'm more concerned with whether the curtains match the carpet, hopefully I'll find out tonight.

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The past 8 weeks have been torture. I thought I'd come back down that night and have a pouting daughter on my hands, sulking and complaining about how I'm so unfair and all the other cliché arguments teenagers keep in their arsenal. Instead she was babbling on about the new pizza place we were going to try and how her classes at school were going, and who was dating who these day. It was suspicious to say the least, but I began to suspect her plan when The Notebook was queued up on the TV that evening. Three weeks later after watching Noah & Ally kissing in the rain, teenage vampires fall in love, and how soil composition is affected by the shifting of tectonic plates or something, her plan was quite clear, she clearly thought I'd give up movie nights if I hated the movies. What she didn't realize is that with my now non-interest in the movie playing, my eyes and mind kept shifting to focus on her.

It was hard to keep my eyes off her when she'd come in braless in a tank top so thin I could see the shadowy darkened circles, knowing they'd get even darker and more transparent after liking and sucking them to little hard points. How when she wore those short little shorts, I stared at her shapely legs imaging them wrapped about my waist or pressed against my chest while thrown over my shoulders as I plunged into her. When she was snuggled under the throw blanket wiggling around to stay warm, I daydreamed about being under there with her, softly caressing her tummy and slowly slipping my fingers lower until I could slide them over her soft mound and further down between her wet folds- would she be smooth and bare or soft and fluffy? Which would I like more? The worst was the night she came in wearing an old oversized t-shirt of mine, I had assumed she had another pair of those micro shorts on, but when she shifted to lay down on the couch, the shirt rode up and I had the perfect view of her little pink panties. They were wedged up tight and I could see the outline of her pussy lips, squeezed between the fabric. I spent the rest of that night imagining running my fingers up and down that crease, watching the fabric grow darker with wetness after each pass until I finally pulled the fabric to the side and spent the next hour licking and slurping her cream making her cum on my mouth over and over again.

When I initially proposed the new movie night plan, a part of me was disappointed I'd miss out on what had become my weekly porn and jerk off night. With my wife gone for the evening and my daughter upstairs, I'd come to love my uninterrupted hours watching naked girls fuck on the 120" flatscreen and cumming 2-3 times over the night until my loads were practically empty. I thought I'd miss that weekly ritual, but how wrong I was. Turns out a weekly live peep show and subsequent fantasy session was more erotic and stimulating than any scripted & filmed scene could ever be for me. As the weeks went by, each miserable movie on the tv now gave me 2 hours of uninterrupted free time to play out a new scenario of my daughter only feet away from me. Well, she was feet away from me at the beginning of things anyway.

Each night I found a way to sit closer and closer; needing to stretch my long legs out on the couch, foot and calf rub when she was sore from gym class, turning the thermostat down so we needed to share the throw blanket- there was only one since the other got spilled on during dinner and I had to throw it in the wash immediately so it didn't stain. I didn't even mind the stupid RomCom she chose tonight since it gave me the opportunity to re-enact a tickling scene on screen right in our den. Result? A hot little piece wrapped in my arms, squirming her hot little snatch right on my lap. She started to climb off, but I told her just to stay, I was comfortable enough with her there and it was a small throw blanket so we could just share and stay warm.

While her movie choices had changed to be less enjoyable in the attempt to eliminate our movie nights, I decided to respond by mixing up my own selections. Instead of action or sports or sci fi, my films choices became progressively more adult themed. Nothing NC-17 or X-rated of course, but a main character whose a stripper, or a low-key sex scene here and there became the new norm for our second film of the night. When bedtime rolled around each Friday, after two hours of imagination, followed by an on screen tease of some sort, jerking off in my bed barely lasted 3 minutes before I was blowing some of the biggest loads of my life and falling fast asleep, usually before my wife even got home and crawled in bed next to me.

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"Morning Mom, morning Dad!" I said as I practically bounced into the kitchen with a big smile on my face, dropping my dress bag and duffel in the hall by the front door.

"What's got you in such a good mood this morning? And what's all that?" Mom asked, gesturing to my bags on the floor.

"The Homecoming Dance tonight, duh!" I exclaimed as though it was foolish of them not to remember. "After school we're going to Harper's to get ready and then the limo will pick us up there and take us to dinner and the dance. But don't worry, I'll be sure to have her mom take plenty of pictures so you won't miss anything! Then after we're going to the post-dance party at Kyle's for a bit, then back to Harper's by midnight curfew for a sleep over"