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.
