*Sorry for the long wait, been a bit unfocused. I hope you enjoy the second installment of Peyton and her Daddy.*
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"Oh my god!!" Peyton thought. Had that really just happened?? Peyton had known she wanted to be with her father but never saw herself making the move. She had talked big to her best friend Jen but this was beyond what she had hoped would happen. She figured it would remain a fantasy. She would have to thank Jen for the push.
Mark, her father, had not only watched her while she lay on her bed rubbing herself but had gone to take a shower and had been masturbating and called out her name. Hearing that gave Peyton a boldness she didn't know she had. In that moment she knew her father had to have been having the same thoughts Peyton had been. How long she wondered?
As Peyton lay on the floor still shaking from two hard orgasms, she felt the cum her father had shot onto her stomach begin to cool. Everything in her wanted to run her fingers thru it to taste it. However, the sound of her father moving around in the bathroom broke thru the feelings of ecstasy and brought her back down to Earth. She knew she should move or try to cover herself but they were past that at this point Peyton thought.
Laying there with her eyes closed a moment longer Peyton delighted in knowing her Daddy had obviously enjoyed what he had seen. Knowing he was as turned on by it as Peyton was made her feel like she was on top of the world.
"He told me to keep going, he said I was beautiful!" Peyton smiled and opened her eyes.
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Mark was wrapped in a towel and had one in his hand for her. She looked up at him sheepishly and sat up reaching for the towel.
"It appears we have somethings to talk about." Mark said with an edge of guilt in his voice.
He knew he shouldn't have taken things as far as he had. Mark was the adult and even if he was having these thoughts and feelings this was his only child, he should have acted better. What were they going to do about this? Mark loved his daughter with every fiber of his being but he could no longer deny the urges he had been having either.
"We are going to have to have a long conversation." Mark thought.
Peyton took the towel from her father and wrapped it around herself, and remembering her phone and slide it under her leg. Looking up at her dad she could see the conflict in his eyes. She knew this was going to change them, hopefully, for the better.
"Please don't be upset with me Daddy. I will explain everything." Peyton knew her father would listen to her side of things, he always had.
"I'm not upset, baby girl. Confused, shocked and a little disappointed with myself maybe, but not upset." Mark knew this was going to be a hard conversation to have but there was no other choice.
Normally the two didn't keep secrets so Mark would have to tell her how he had been feeling as well. They would have to be totally honest if things were going to go down this road. Things like being careful, careful with each other as well as anyone finding out. People wouldn't care how they felt, in the eyes of the world this was wrong.
Mark held out his hand to help his daughter off the floor. Peyton held the towel to her with her one hand and took the hand her father's cock had just been in, with the other. That fact made her start to ache all over again. He saw her body shiver and figured she was getting cold.
"Why don't we sit on the bed and talk about what has happened today. You are covered in goosebumps I know you are probably cold." Mark couldn't help being protective of his baby girl.
They walked to the bed still holding hands. Mark sat with his back to the headboard and Peyton sat beside him facing him. She had secured the towel and tried to slip her phone under her leg, but Mark just took it from her and sat it on his bedside table.
"Baby why don't you tell me what's been going on. I know something has been on your mind lately. I know I have some explaining to do as well." Mark was the one blushing a little now.
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Peyton would have to start at the beginning, tell Mark how things had started and how much she loved and wanted to be loved by him. He hadn't been as shocked as Peyton had expected him to be, there were things her Daddy had been keeping to himself too. She smiled at the thought.
"Do you remember the day we went shopping for the big swing and other things for the backyard?' Peyton paused after she asked the question. Mark nodded his head. "That was the first time it made me excited when you touched me. You put your hand directly on the skin of the small of my back and it was like nothing I'd ever felt." Peyton blushed and looked down at her hands.
Mark remembered that day as well. She had worn a light t-shirt that was pulled up higher by her rounded breasts. He remembered thinking how sexy she had looked in the shirt. He couldn't help but touch her that day. Mark had no idea it had had that effect on his little girl. He smiled at the memory. Then he paused that had been last summer.
"I went straight to my room when we got home. That was the first time I touched myself and thought of you." She looked at her father and blushed again.
