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Pussy Tax II: Christmas Coupons

Dakoda: 'sorry SOMETHING came up'

Peyton: 'damn bitch just ghost me for hours'

Dakoda: 'ikik but guess what????????'

Peyton: 'your dad got you a new car?'

Dakoda: 'lol no i mean not yet' - 'but he gave me something else i been wanting'

Peyton: 'what? he buy you a house or something'

Dakoda: 'omg bitch no... DICK'

Peyton: 'omg! really!!!!' - 'you guys fucked????'

Dakoda: 'yes!!!!!' - 'vag and anal!'

Peyton: 'OMGGGGG!!!!!' - 'did he nut inside your pussy???'

Dakoda: 'yup (smiley face) (heart)'

Peyton: 'OMG!!! I cant wait til we're moms together and our kids can play and stuff (heart x3)' - 'i told you it would be easy to get your dad to fuck you (laughing face)'

Dakoda: 'wish i believed you earlier (sad face)' - 'fuck it was so good' - 'i want to have lots of babies with him'

Peyton: 'ha told you bitch' - 'your dads been perving on you so long' - 'bet he agreed to everything too???'

Dakoda: 'yeah omg even managing the girls' - 'i havent even asked him about a new car yet but I'm sure it wont be an issue now'

Peyton: 'no shit lol he'll get you whatever you want now' - 'so deets bitch what was it like???'

Peyton smiled texting with her best friend Dakoda despite her physical discomfort. The eight-month's pregnant 19-year-old couldn't get comfortable these days, the baby inside her contorting her body in ways the teenager hadn't imagined. She lay naked in bed reading her friends description of finally seducing her father after months of Peyton's urging. She was genuinely happy for Dakoda. She knew her friend loved her father despite their strained relationship since Dakoda's mother died several years ago, and she was sure an incestuous relationship would fix everything as it had for her and her father. Plus now she and her best friend would both be mothers within nine months of each other,

that's so cool

, the teenager smiled rubbing her incredibly swollen belly and recalling how the baby inside her came to be.

- -

18-year-old Peyton Davenport cursed her mother for the millionth time as she emptied the dryer of towels and closed the bifold doors hiding the washer and dryer. Dumping the basket on her bed, Peyton folded the laundry cursing her mother again, thinking how she needed to start dinner soon. The burning resentment had continued to grow ever since her mother left Peyton and her father months ago. Left them, left her job, left the state. All with little more explanation than she had stuck it out until her daughter was 18 and couldn't take it anymore.

18 less than a week when her mother broke the news, Peyton was actually initially relieved, she generally disliked her mother more each passing year, and really grew to hate how her mother treated her father, but that relief was soon hampered by the financial reality of loosing half the household's income, and the financial fallout of divorce.

Peyton missed their house, especially their pool. It wasn't as big or nice compared to a lot of her friends, but it was 'their house,' the one she grew up in, and she hadn't realized what that kind of comfort meant until it was gone.

Their new apartment wasn't awful, at least it was clean and in a safe area, but it was small. Two bedrooms separated by a tiny shared bathroom just off the combined living room/kitchen/dining/laundry area. Peyton cursed her mother again;

she could have at least waited until I graduated

.

Fucking cunt.

After dinner the high school senior loaded the dishwasher knowing her father was watching her. She had always enjoyed her father's attention, but something had changed between them since they'd been on their own and in such close quarters.

She'd always been closest with her dad, but like most teenagers, they drifted apart as she matured, it wasn't something Peyton had wanted, it just seemed to happen. The past couple of years she and her mother and father had been like strangers living together, each living their own lives, avoiding interacting unless necessary.

Peyton now realized that was mostly her mother's doing. Ever hyper-critical and seemingly always aggrieved by the behavior of everyone around her, her mother would admonish Peyton and her father regularly for trivial things, but also accusing her daughter of dressing to titillate, and her husband of having a wandering eye. Peyton knew she was right about those two things, but so what, she never understood why either was bad.

Since her mother left, Peyton and her dad had started to reclaim the ease and closeness they'd shared when she was young. Slowly opening up to each other. Her father made obvious overtures to treat Peyton as more of an equal now that she was 18. He also started openly complimenting her looks again, something her mother wouldn't tolerate.

Peyton knew it was 'weird' to enjoy having your own father pay you physical compliments, but she found she couldn't resist the urge to dress for her father's enjoyment, hoping for his acknowledgement, and the more she caught him watching her and paying her compliments, the more she couldn't help seeing her father as more than just 'Dad.'

What the fuck was wrong with Mom, Dad's a catch.

So Peyton stayed bent over the dishwasher, pretending to fidget with the silverware, enjoying knowing her dad was staring. She knew it was naughty, but in these drastically new and more difficult circumstances, getting her father's attention was now one of the few things the 18-year-old found truly comforting. Peyton also thought her dad deserved a thrill, he was working too many hours since the divorce, hadn't been on a single date, and she was worried about him.

Her father made decent money, but had been forced to sell more than just their house in the divorce, namely his boat and classic Jeep, and he had been withdrawn and obviously depressed since. Peyton sensed that seeing her body was one of the few things that seemed to make her dad happy these days. When she straightened and turned, he thanked her for making dinner and told her he'd wash the pans left in the sink. "You sure, Daddy? I can get them," she offered.

"I got 'em, babydoll. You go have some fun," he smiled.

Peyton grinned, "Okay, Daddy. Thank you," she smiled, reaching up to hug her father and kiss his cheek, pressing her body into his. "Don't stay up too late," she smiled turning to go to her room.

"I won't, I was thinking about turning in early, I'm kind of tired," her father offered.

Peyton snickered at her father's comment as she closed her bedroom door and plopped down onto her bed, opening her laptop. She spent twenty minutes checking her socials and returning some texts before checking her Always Fans. Three new subscribers today, Peyton smiled,

every little bit helps

. Seeing it was nearly eight o'clock, she logged into the camming site and started broadcasting early, hoping for a good crowd.

Lying on her stomach wearing the little short shorts and tank top she had through dinner, she chatted and watched as the room filled. Finally hearing her father's bedroom door close, she bit her lip waiting and then smiled seeing 'BadDadLooks' enter the room. That's too many times to be a coincidence, she thinks, confirming her suspicion her father was a subscriber and had been watching her live shows. Kneeling and fondling herself, she asks the camera, "Is this what you want to see," as she teasingly pulls her tight top up, her breasts popping out with a firm giggle.

An hour and a half later Peyton pants and moans, plunging the purple vibrator in and out of her soaked pussy, the squelch nearly as loud as her groans of pleasure. The 18-year-old had started camming to make money, but instantly fell in love with being watched. And a few weeks ago, when 'BadDadLooks' began entering her chats whenever her father 'went to bed,' the possibility he was watching added a very taboo kink to her nightly fun.

Now, certain her dad was watching, Peyton felt like she was performing for him, again hoping for his approval, hoping he got off on watching her. God, it was so naughty, she would think, physically separated by mere feet, but also safely anonymous in the ether of the Internet. But so what, she loved her dad. Maybe this was just a different way for them to show it. Yet, there was a part of Peyton that wanted so badly to be able to tell her dad she knew he was watching and she would gladly put on a private show for him whenever he wanted.

Peyton pounded her pussy with the motorized plastic phallus. Her juices frothing and sloshing as she approached her climax. She knew her audience was mostly older men, likely her dad's age or older, and she wondered if incest was something most dads thought about? Probably, she snickered, reading the most dirty comments; 'dirty little girl' - so sexy' - 'sexy slut' - 'I wish you were my daughter' - 'I wish my daughter did cam shows' - 'you look like my daughter' - 'I wish my daughter was a slut like you' - 'do you think about your dad?' - 'if you were my daughter i'd fuck you' - 'I bet your dad jerks off thinking about you.'

'BadDadLooks,' only ever told her how beautiful she was, and when his name popped up in the dialog saying, 'you're so beautiful when you cum,' Peyton lost it, her pussy erupted, her juices spattering all over as she howled and battered her pussy as her body trembled and shook through her orgasm.

- -

By graduation Peyton was making more doing Always Fans and camming an hour or two every night than she could working 40 hours at minimum wage. She toyed with going to college, her grades were good enough to get into one of the local diploma mills, but the teenager was more and more certain what she wanted from life wasn't working 40 or 50 hours a week for some soulless corporation hoping to retire in fifty-something years. Her parent's divorce made her hyper aware of the thin line between struggle and prosperity, and seeing her father have to start over just made her resent her mother even more.

Bitch

.

Peyton liked being an exhibitionist and wanted to make money off her body for as long as she could, and like most girls her age, she had no qualms about it. And she was glad her father watched her, glad she could provide him some pleasure, even if it was 'anonymous.' After a while she stopped pretending 'normal' mattered to her, she stopped resisting her feelings; she got off on it, the taboo kink of her daddy watching her strip and play with herself, and the way he looked at her these days drove her wild. It gave her something to look forward to everyday and she was sure he felt the same.

A year ago it might have bothered her, the 'weird' of it likely would have been a burden as her family of three held on to the societal definitions of 'normal' and 'success' with a death grip that Peyton now realized was exhausting to all of them.

Maybe that's what stressed mom out so much, Peyton questioned, the commercialized perversion of family, marriage, and gender roles; equality and equity and success measured by how much you own. You can have a career so long as it's to achieve the American dream of having things. You can be equal so long as you also are feminine, a woman, a mother. You can have it all, so long as you play the part created for you.

Yuck

.

The more Peyton contemplated her mother leaving them, and what she expected from life for herself, the more the financial constraints of late stage capitalism revealed themselves to be less opportunities to prove one's abilities, i.e., worth, than anchors, ready to shackle you to a life of corporate servitude; slavery by balance sheet, a high credit score your chance to sleep in 'the big house,' if the plantation owning bank deems you worthy.

One thing the teenager was sure of was that she liked being a woman. She liked her body. She was grateful she hadn't ever really had to think about it. Grateful she had good genes and wasn't confused about what she was. One day Peyton realized that whenever she imagined her future self, no mater what she imagined the circumstances to be, she was always a mother.

The realization struck the 18-year-old like lightning. Like some kind of base programming, the life path of education, job, marriage, children, was ingrained in her psyche. She had found them all easy to dismiss except motherhood. She knew she wanted children, wanted to be a mother, wanted to be a better mother than her mom. She was beyond sure. And she didn't want to wait.

When that thought struck Peyton, she panicked, her brain processing wildly, running all the machinations of getting pregnant, her possible futures flashing in front of her eyes. Dating, boyfriends, break-ups, repeat. She fell back into her bed with a sigh; the thought of finding a partner and having to wait to have children was overwhelming. Of course she could easily get pregnant, but that seemed gross, tied to someone for life simply because they supplied some sperm. No, she wanted a partner. She knew she would be a good mother. She wanted her children to have a great dad like she had. If only she could find someone like...

- -

In some ways their 'worse' new circumstances simplified Peyton and her dad's relationship, the parent and child were now a team. They had each other's backs, and Peyton felt closer to her dad, bonded in a way she never had before. She found herself seeing him as a man and not just 'Dad.' She wanted to take care of him, to make him happy, and the more he looked at her the way other men looked at her, with primal desire and predatory intent,

like a woman

, the more the teenager wanted to show herself off. In short, the daughter began to view her father as a possible life partner, and as the father to her children.

Wild

.

Peyton spent her initial income from Always Fans and camming on equipment, a 4K camera and some ring lights helped improve the quality of her content. Then she started buying things for their apartment, little things here and there, housewares, decorations; the things that make a place a home. Her dad thanking her and telling her the apartment looked or smelled nice made the teenager's heart leap. She would tell herself it was silly to get such gratification from such simple things, but she couldn't deny her feelings.

Next she started buying clothes and lingerie. She dragged her best friend Dakoda along shopping, the two often buying matching outfits and sex toys, occasionally trying the toys out on each other when the mood struck, which for 18-year-old girls was often, much to the delight of their fans.

Their fathers were a frequent topic of discussion as both were alone except for their daughters. Peyton wasn't surprised when Dakoda was reluctant to move away from her father despite their strained relationship. She was tempted so many times to tell her how she and her father had grown closer, especially ever since she was sure he was a subscriber and regular viewer.

But Dakoda was often in her own world, as much as Peyton loved her best friend, she would be the first to admit the girl was spoiled rotten. Lacking for nothing due to her father's financial success, Dakoda had become a party girl, and had taken up Always Fans strictly for fun, because all her friends were doing it, and didn't treat it as seriously as Peyton who was relying on it financially.

Peyton realized both she and Dakoda were on a collision course with their fathers. She and her dad seemed headed toward something sexual, their relationship growing more casual, more personal, and less 'appropriate' with each daringly scant outfit Peyton wore, and each passing day her father was less reticent to let her see him checking her out or to compliment her looks, and each night the moans and groans seemed to grow louder from each of their bedrooms.

Peyton could also see that Dakoda and her dad were headed to a different kind of collision, the loud, shouting, crying kind. She felt bad, she knew Dakoda and her father loved each other, but Dakoda's mom dying had sent their relationship spiraling in unfortunate directions and they seemed to grow more distant as time passed.

Peyton wished she could help her friend, but as much as she was sure of what she wanted out of life, she was still only 18 and was often scared and uncertain of how to pursue her desires. The teenager, like most teenagers, was too busy experiencing her life, often overwhelmed as it came at her fast, one new thing after another.

As much as she enjoyed her father's voyeurism and their new closeness, and had grown to view her father as a sexually desirable man, the idea remained a source of both excitement and anxiety. Peyton was still nervous where it was headed when she really considered it. In the heat of masturbation, the taboo thought of her father having his way with her never failed to make her orgasm. Naughty thoughts were one thing, but actually doing something? That would be incest, right? The teenager couldn't deny that it seemed like a real possibility, and the word meant little to her, it certainly didn't counter her feelings for her dad, but what about after they had sex? Would they still be father and daughter? Or man and woman? Boyfriend and girlfriend? Parents? Could they be all those things, was that a possibility? Having only had a couple of boyfriends for a few months each, the idea of mixing sex and an existing lifelong relationship was genuinely confusing to the young woman despite her increasing acceptance and desire to do so.

- -

Approaching the holidays Peyton was doing well financially, having months of savings despite now regularly helping out with bills and shopping, much to her father's objections, though he was always sure to show his gratitude for her contributions. The two had never discussed her 'work,' each simply referring to it as 'online.'

Peyton wanted to get her dad something nice for Christmas. This was also an opportunity for Peyton to curse her mother again, her father had sold a lot of his belongings when they divorced, and Peyton thought about trying to replace something or even to buy something back, but something nagged at her that she shouldn't try to replace anything he had with 'her,' her mother. She felt she needed to buy him something new, from her, something that would signify the future,

their future together

.

She fantasized about giving herself, her body, to her father. She imagined laying under the tree in just a big red bow. She imagined waking him up on Christmas morning by sneaking into his bed and sucking his cock. Of course these were just fantasies; it would never be that simple, Peyton kept telling herself.

But there was a part of Peyton that began to suspect that the only thing keeping her and her father apart physically was the willingness to let go of societies ideas of love and sex. Her mother abandoning them forced them to let go of the idea of what being a family meant, and in some ways, their new 'worse' circumstances were better. It was a confusing thing to contemplate and Peyton played through a million scenarios in her mind, desperately wishing she knew her father's true feelings and unsure of how, or if, to act on her own feelings.

The horny now 19-year-old found inspiration in porn, Literotica to be exact. Peyton had researched incest and found the lack of statistics and first hand accounts shockingly disappointing, at least as it applied to consenting adults. Seeking a positive reaffirmation of her desires she had turned to porn, eventually finding erotic stories. She was soon a daily reader, having devoured hundreds of stories by the holidays.

One such story sparked an idea in her mind, a naughty solution to her gift-giving dilemma: a coupon book. There were several such scenarios amongst the thousand of incest themed stories and Peyton thought 'why not,' and began writing down ideas for several weeks before choosing which she would include for her gift.