Daughter comes home drunk, accidentally tells her dad that she wants to fuck him.
“No! You know I won’t do that and I don’t understand why you keep asking.”
Great. My wife Laura won’t have sex and she just made it perfectly clear, again, that she won’t give me a blowjob. I rolled over and laid by the edge of the bed to put some space between us. I was almost asleep when there was the sound of the front door banging open, and then a crash.
“It’s your turn to get her,” Laura told me.
Fuck. First no sex, and now my twenty-two-year-old daughter Alicia was coming home blind drunk again, and with all the grace of a car crash. I found the lower half of my pj’s and put them on so I could go discover how bad the train wreck was at the front door. I closed the bedroom door behind me to cut down on any noise filtering back to there and looked down the hall. I could see Alicia on the floor, laying on her side.
I got close enough to pull her dyed blonde hair back from her face to see if she was injured from the fall and I could tell her breath was rank with alcohol. She was laying on her side, with one arm up and out to use as a cushion for her head. She was wearing a short black skirt that hugged her body, except for where that one tit wanted to spill out where the dress cut down to show off her cleavage. Her knees were drawn up and she was only wearing one shoe, her other high heel was laying on its side in the middle of the open doorway. I went to get the shoe so I could close the door and I saw her panties matched her dress, sleek black material passed between her legs and conformed to the curve of her ass.
I tugged at her arm, “C’mon, get up so we can get you into bed.”
At first she was limp as I tried to get her up, then she pulled back against me, “Wait, no wait. The world is spinning, if I get up I’ll puke. Just let me lay here a minute.”
I let her go and sat down next to her. “Do you need anything?”
She raised her head just the smallest amount, “Water, ice water, make it really cold.” Her head dropped back down then she made another request, “and a bucket or bowl in case I puke.”
I filled a glass half full of ice and added just enough water to cover it. I found a flexible straw to use so she could drink, and I grabbed a salad bowl on the way back to her. I tilted the glass to get the straw to her mouth and the water came up to the edge of the rim, she took a couple of gulps, then grabbed the glass and pressed it against her forehead.
“That feels good.”
She set the glass down but kept it in her hand, “Thanks for helping me, I think I tripped.”
“Really?”
“I might be a little drunk too.”
“I see that.”
She adjusted herself, trying to find a comfortable spot as she laid on the floor, “You’re a really nice guy to help me. What’s your name?”
“Barry.” I gave her my name, somehow it would have sounded weird to say ‘dad’.
“Perry? That’s cool, it’s almost like my dad’s name. Do you know my dad?”
She was so drunk she didn’t know who she was talking to. “I’m not sure.” I wasn’t going to try to correct her, I knew she was about to go on a drunken ramble.
“You’d like him, he’s really cool. I love him so much.”
She tried to get up and decided against it, “Uhh, not yet.” She took another drink, “My dad’s a really great guy. I know I disappoint him. I feel bad about it.”
“I’m sure he loves you.”
“I know, but it sucks because I’m stupid and I know it hurts him.”
“He’ll always love you.”
“I need some pussy, do you know any hot girls?”
That was a dramatic change of topic, and I knew she was in no condition to do whatever she was implying.
“Do you like my titties? I’ve got great tits, they make other girls jealous. Do you like tits?”
“Of course.”
“Did you know people pay to see my tits? I work at the ‘Landing Strip’, people pay to come see me dance.”
I knew of the place, it was a strip club by the airport. I never knew she was working there though. She wasn’t just going out at night to drink, she was stripping. I was unpleasantly surprised at that revelation.
“You can feel my titties if you want.” She took my hand and put it directly on the tit that wanted to slip out of her dress.
I held my hand there a moment, feeling her soft flesh without a bra and through the material of her dress before drawing back, she did have nice tits, “Very nice.”
“Are you married? All the guys that come into the club are married.”
“Yeah, I’m married.”
“They come in to get blowjobs, or some pussy, but most of them want blowjobs because their wives won’t do it.”
That sounded familiar, and I never realized that such an option existed. I always imagined that kind of service was only found on downtown streetcorners at night from some women who had suspect lifestyles.
“I charge a hundred bucks for a blowjob and they’re glad to pay it.”
My heart sank, she was stripping, and selling herself.
“But you know what? I mean, I know what, but do you know what?”
“No, what?”
“If my dad ever came in the club, I would totally suck his dick for free, just because I love him and he’s so cool. And I know my mom won’t do it, she told me that when we had our ‘girl talk’ about sex when I was younger. But I would do it, I’ve wanted to do it for a long time.”
My head went into a spin, I’d seen Alicia in this condition before, and like tonight, in various stages of being exposed with tits out or panties showing, but I never had thoughts of seeing her sexually. After hearing her last comment, all my stress about her being in this condition again and my frustration with my wife went out the window. I looked at this young woman on the floor, drunk as she was, and considered going to her club for that reason, to let her suck my dick. I was feeling it in my groin and my once limp and disappointed dick wanted to come to life, and in a hurry.
“And if he asked, I would let him fuck me. I want to do that too, at least once but really more. I want my dad to fuck me. I mean who better to do it with than someone you love, and I love my dad.”
My dick jumped up to become fully hard at hearing that, it started to come up when she talked about sucking me and now I was suddenly imaging her pussy and how it would feel to me.
She belched and I thought it was a precursor to vomiting, I brought the salad bowl closer to her face but she took a drink of water instead.
“You’re so nice for helping me, you’re like my dad. My dad taught me to ride a bicycle, and he held me when my boyfriend of two days broke up with me.”
I remembered that, her first crush, and the stinging pain she felt. I held her as she cried, and I tried to comfort her.
“You didn’t find any girls for me?”
“No, they’re not here.”
“My mouth gets horny when I’m drunk, that’s why I have some drinks at work, so I’ll want to suck some dicks. Once I licked a girl in the dressing room and made her cum. Is your wife here? I could suck on your dick if you want, I won’t even charge you because you’re being nice to me, but we have to be quick because I need to get home and see my dad.”
The words froze in my throat, I glanced down the hall at the closed bedroom door before I could answer, “She’s not here.”
“If you like it, you can come in the club and ask for Angel, they all know me. Do you want me to do it?”
I hesitated a bit and then gave her an answer, “Yes.”
“Just put it in my mouth, I’ll suck it for you.”
It was awkward with her laying down like this, but I got myself turned and stretched out in front of her, I got my pj bottoms on the side of the waistband and started to pull them down, she got her hand on the front and tugged once and my rock-hard dick sprang out.
“Oh, you’re a big boy aren’t you, I’m going to like this. It’s okay to cum in my mouth, I’ll let you.”
I wiggled closer and got my now rock-hard dick in front of her face, I felt the warmth of her hand as she took me and guided me to her mouth. I was ready for her, I hadn’t had a blowjob since high school and I really wanted to do this. I had to inch closer to her and then I felt her warm breath on me, just a second later her wet tongue ran under my dick and I felt her lips close around me, then the gentle pressure of her sucking.
Her head dropped down and she passed out. The blowjob was over, but what I felt wasn’t, I immediately came. My first spurt went into her mouth, I started pulling away from her and the next shot went across her lips and face. More cum was spraying out of me, some of it hitting her face again and the rest went onto the floor. I couldn’t believe how hard I came, my balls ached but they felt good for it.
I laid there with my cock up to her face and I tried to catch my breath, I was so sexually excited that my dick didn’t want to go down. I rubbed my dick head across her lips and smeared some of my cum there as I tried to recapture that feeling. After a moment I nervously glanced over my shoulder at my bedroom door and decided I better clean everything up. I took the water glass and salad bowl back to the kitchen and returned with some paper towels to wipe her face and clean the cum from the floor.
When I was sure I’d cleaned all the evidence away, I got her into my arms and carried her to her bed. She was limp dead weight as I moved her around to take off her one shoe and remove her dress. I put her on her bed laying on her back. I stretched her legs out and spread them a little and imagined what it would be like to lie on her and fuck her, my dick was getting firm again at that wondering. I felt her tits, both of them, and I liked doing it. I bent down and sucked one of her nipples just to feel it in my mouth. I thought about pulling her panties down to see her pussy, but I was afraid to risk it.
I knew she was warm, so I skipped putting a blanket over her and just covered her with a sheet. I took one last look before I left her room and I knew I was definitely having some different thoughts about my daughter Alicia.
Morning came and went, Alicia didn’t get up until one-thirty. I saw her in the dining room, wearing a tee shirt and shorts. I knelt next to her chair and got an arm around her shoulders to hug her.
“You okay?”
She leaned into my embrace, “Yeah, I think I overdid it last night, I was lucky, some nice guy named Larry helped me out when I fell on my face. He must have helped me get home.”
I put a kiss on her cheek, “I love you honey. Do you want some orange juice?”
“Please, and put some ice in it if you would.”
I realized that I was feeling extra protective of her, and it was largely because of what she told me when she was drunk last night. She wanted to give me some things that were missing in my life, the things that brought physical comfort and pleasure. She described several times that she loved me as she rambled. I knew there was a father/daughter bond between us, but I never realized the depth and scope of her feelings until she talked about them when she thought she was sharing with a stranger. Believing that she was talking to someone else she offered to suck my dick, and I let her. It only lasted a moment, but I wanted her to do it again so I could feel more of her mouth on me.
“Dad? Can you take me to the mall later?”
“If you like.” I had some things I wanted to get as well.
I looked over the shirts on display and occasionally picked one up, to see the fit and evaluate the style of it. Alicia handed me one, “Here dad, this would look good on you.”
It wasn’t a pattern that I would normally choose but I bought it just because she liked it.
Back out in the mall, she wanted to check out a low-end fashion store and I choose to sit on one of the benches outside the store as she looked around. About ten minutes later my phone rang, the caller ID showed it was Alicia.
“Dad, can you come inside the store? I have a problem.”
I went in to find Alicia looking at her shoes while standing next to a guy who was wearing one of those light blue shirt things with dark blue flaps over the pockets and shoulders, and dark blue pants with light blue stripes running down the sides of the legs, the stereotypical security uniform.
“What’s the problem?”
The guy held out his hand to show me some bangle bracelets and a flashy necklace, “We caught her shoplifting these things.”
“Alicia?” I was looking for confirmation. She didn’t look at me, but she nodded as she kept her head down.
“How much?” I asked the rent-a-cop.
“It’s not a matter of money, we’re going to call the cops.”
It’s always a matter of money, you just need to figure out how much will do the job. “How much is the merchandise value?”
“About twenty-two dollars.”
“How about I give you a hundred, you keep the jewelry and we leave? She won’t come back here.”
The guy looked around at the other workers in the store then held out his other hand. I gave him a few bills that added up to my offer. I took Alicia’s arm and guided her out, and suspected the guard put the money in his own pocket. I figured it was best to leave the mall and headed toward the parking lot.
“I’m sorry dad.”
“I know.”
Outside, I extended my hand to her and she took it, I laced my fingers between hers as we walked.
“Thank you for not yelling at me.”
“I don’t want to yell at you, I want you to see that I love you and that I’m concerned for you.”
She squeezed my hand, “Do you ever hold hands with mom?”
I couldn’t remember the last time I did that with my wife, “Not in a great while.”
“She seems kind of cold to you.”
“That’s one way to describe it.”
“I’m sorry. I wish I could do something for you.”
I wondered it that was a hint that could lead up to the things she described, like wanting to suck my dick, or letting me fuck her. I honestly felt hopeful that was true, but I wasn’t ready to jump into that with both feet quite yet, drunken dialogue wasn’t always the same thing said in sober reality.
“Me too,” I dropped a hint as well, “and that’s nice of you honey, I appreciate it.” I thought I saw her show a slight smile.
When got to the car, she apologized again, “I know I was being stupid, dad. I’m glad you were there to help.”
“So am I, but you know this can’t happen again.” I gave her a gently warning. “Honey, I don’t know what you’re going through right now but I can tell it’s causing you some problems. You have to find a way to manage what it is that you need and work your way past this. You’re smart and capable, and I have no doubt that will get yourself to a better place. You know that I will always help you when I can. If you need to talk, then we can talk. Can you tell me what it is that you need?”
“Right now, I just need you to hold me.”
I set our bags on the trunk of the car and put my arms around her and she let me hold her, after a moment she put her arms around me as well. It was a close hug and she pulled herself tight to me. I noticed I could feel her tits firmly pressed against me, this wasn’t one of the ‘professional’ type of hugs you would share in an office where only shoulders touched, we were fully together in our embrace.
“Dad? I appreciate that you always take care of me, I want to be there for you too. I want to give you what you need too so you can feel good with me… I mean, about me, you know. If you need something special, I want to give you that.”
I caught the slip of her tongue about feeling good ‘with’ her, and it make me think she was serious about us sharing something deeper and more physical.
“Right now, I think what I need is to see you do better, and without drowning yourself in alcohol. We all go through these kinds of things, the real problems start when drinking is chosen to be the solution, instead of a temporary distraction. I am here for you, for whatever you may need.”
I held her until she was ready to back away from our sharing of simple affection. She looked up at me and smiled, “Thanks dad, I needed that.”
“It felt good to me to be close with you too.” I knew that comment could be taken in different ways.
I leaned toward her to kiss her cheek, but she turned her face to meet mine and we shared a light kiss instead. I saw her smile again, so I gave her another, then I patted her ass before getting our bags and tossing them into the back seat.
When she closed her door, I asked, “Are you hungry? Can you eat?”
“Yeah, I think I need to.”
“Chinese?” I knew it was one of her favorites.
Alicia dove into the crab rangoon like she was ravenous, of the six that came in the serving, I got two. “Thanks dad, this is great. You haven’t taken mom out to dinner in a while have you? I feel privileged.”
“Call it motivation, right now I think it’s a matter of needing to spend more time with you.” Despite my personal, intimate desire to be with her, I still had the need to fulfill the father role and be there for her, and see if we could resolve whatever it was that was driving some poor choices in her life.
Alicia smiled at that then raised a question, “I know this girl who rents an apartment with her brother, it’s only got one bedroom. She said they take showers together and they sleep together naked because they’re doing it with each other. Do you think that’s wrong?”
Talk about broaching the subject to test the waters…
“How old are they?”
“Well, she’s my age, so in their twenties, he’s a little older than her.”
“Then it doesn’t matter what I think. They’re both adults and they are free to make their own choices. How do you feel about it?”
“Well, I had to think about it, but then I liked it because they love each other, and they already know what they each like. Sort of like you know I want Chinese food, they didn’t have to go on dates and stuff to find it all out. And they already know how to take care of each other and what makes each of them happy or sad. I think it’s a good thing to be there for each other, but isn’t there a law about that?”
“Yes, there’s a law. They put it in place because when two closely related people have children there can be genetic problems with the kids. They don’t develop properly, they can have birth defects or mental problems.”
“Do you think it’s okay for two people who are related to do it with each other if they aren’t having kids?”
“I would have to say it depends on the people. If they’re doing something that meets both of their needs and they can find that with each other, then yeah, I think there’s some circumstances where what they do in private is up to them and no one else. As long as no one is getting hurt it can be okay.”
“What if they weren’t living in an apartment together, couldn’t we just get together from time to time as needed? Would that still be good to do it that way?”
She didn’t hear what she said, but I did, ‘couldn’t we…’, I was starting to believe that what she said while drunk was a true expression of what she really wanted.
“Yeah, that would be good.” An answer that suited both the ‘they’ and the ‘we’ subjects.
“But I was thinking, they’re almost the same age, they probably took baths together as kids. But what if they were different ages?”
“What do you mean?”
“What if he was doing it with his mom?” She made her question then looked me right in the eyes to see my reaction to her next comment, “Or it could be a girl and her dad…”
Clever girl, she figured out how to ask the question without making a direct association to us.
“It’s still the same, as long as they are both adults and making responsible decisions in regard to each other, and there hasn’t been any grooming involved.”
“What do you mean ‘grooming’?”
“There are people that manipulate children, taking advantage of them when they are little and don’t know the difference. They introduce them to sex and the kids believe that it’s all normal, when really it’s mental, emotional and sexual abuse. To me, that’s the worst thing you can do to another person.”
“Wow, that would be totally wrong, I’m glad we’re not like that, we can both make our own choices about each other.”
Another hint, and nearly blatant. I returned her gaze, and her hint, “Yes, we can.”
Alicia almost froze, she showed a slight blush as she began to think I was coming around to her point of interest, though I was already there last night we laid on the floor and my dick was going into her mouth.
A closed lipped smile crept across her face. Now she knew that I found it acceptable for two related people to have sex each other, she even mentioned a father/daughter circumstance and I was agreeable to the concept. She’d already mentioned that she would be there for me if I needed anything special. She was appreciating our physical contact moments, and I noticed that more than once she downplayed her mother in regard to how she treats me. I was wondering how to arrange leaving the house at night so I could visit her at the strip club and see if things would really go to the next step.
I ordered a meal to go, to give to my wife when we got home. Alicia carried it in one hand while I held the other. She made an observation, “It’s nice of you to get this for mom, I don’t think she’d do the same.”
“No one wins the war of mutual aggravation,” I told her.
“Are you going to say anything to her about the mall?”
“No.”
She squeezed my hand.
I continued, “There’s some things I think you and I can keep private between us, what do you think?”
She squeezed my hand tight and kept it that way, “Thank you, you’re always so supportive, I wish I could do something for you, anything that would make you happy.”
Again with her offer, I now believed what she told me when drunk was actually true. I didn’t say anything for a moment, then I shared, “You can always talk to me, and tell me what’s been going on with you.”
I know,” she told me, “I think I need to, but I’m not ready for that yet.”
“Whenever you’re ready then. And one other thing,” I added, “I’m pretty sure your mom doesn’t need to be having any conversations about brothers and sisters, or other related people, having sex.”
“No, I don’t want her to know about that,” she told me. “I know she has some hang-ups about sex. I mentioned something to her and she got pissy with me and she said…, well, some things I didn’t like.”
It’s Saturday, Alicia ‘went out’ last night, which really meant she was working at the strip club. I don’t know if I was happy or disappointed that she didn’t come home wasted, there might have been another chance to get her to suck my dick, but at the same time I was glad she wasn’t hurting herself with alcohol.
It was late morning and I had the opportunity to do absolutely nothing, the wife was out and Alicia was still sleeping; I had time to myself. I punched a sofa pillow a couple of times, set it down, then stretched out on the couch with the thought of taking a short nap.
I was about to nod off when Alicia came out of her room, dressed in her familiar tee shirt and shorts, and looking a little bleary eyed.
“Mmm, that looks good,” she murmured her approval, “can I squeeze in next to you?”
I pressed myself against the back of the couch and stretched an arm out for her to put her head on, she laid down and threw an arm over my chest, after a moment she put her leg over my thigh. She was warm and close, and it felt good to me. I don’t think I’d snuggled with a woman in a decade. I brought my arm in and put the other one around her for a short hug, then I left them like that to keep her secure from slipping off the couch.
“I like this.”
“I like it too.” I missed this feeling.
She fidgeted a little to get herself situated, for the briefest of moments she moved her hips and I felt her pressing against me from between her legs. I didn’t think anything of it until she did it again. I laid still for her and felt her a third time.
“Are you okay honey?” I asked.
“Yeah, I just need to be really close to you.”
She repeated her intimate motion again and I knew she was grinding her clit against me. I moved my hand from her back to her hip and pulled her snug, she pressed into me again and held herself there.
“It’s okay, you can be close to me.” I told her.
Holding her at the hip, and telling her she could be close must have been what she wanted to hear because she gave me a tight hug and pressed into me a couple more times. I got the distinct impression that she was masturbating against me. I liked it and I let her do it, it had been far too long since I shared some close space with someone that took pleasure being near to me.
“It’s okay honey,” I assured her, “I’m here for you.”
My pulse quickened, and I felt myself starting to get hard from imagining that she was working her way up to make herself cum. I wanted her to do it and I wanted to be holding her when she did. Her motions became more regular, and she was grinding into me with more pressure. I slid my hand down to cup her ass and pulled her tighter to me, that inspired her to let out a short moan. I knew she had to be wet, I really wanted to slip my hand into her shorts and feel her pussy, just to know that she was wet for me and from me.
When we heard the keys in the front door, she was immediately on her feet and heading to her room. My wife came in to see me on the couch and Alicia coming out of her room as if she was leaving it for the first time.
“Really? Both of you?” she growled at us with a condemning voice, “You’re lying on your ass, and Alicia, you’re just now getting up?”
She clucked her tongue to make a disapproving ‘tsk’ and then singled me out, “You can at least help bring in the groceries.” She took whatever it was she was carrying into the kitchen and went on a tirade, talking loud enough for us to clearly hear. “I don’t even know why I bother to do anything around here, except that nothing would get done if it wasn’t for me.”
Alicia seemed particularly sensitive to her mother’s spiel, she was now dressed well enough to come out to the car and see if I needed any help, her way of avoiding her mother.
“Dad, what was that all about?”
“I have no idea.” I looked in the back seat and there was only a couple of bags. “Looks like you took a wasted trip, there isn’t that much here.”
“Then why was she gone so long? When I got up to pee, I heard the front door close as she left, that was three hours ago.”
Something didn’t add up, I could have bought all these groceries in twenty minutes and I’m a slow shopper.
“Dad… about being on the couch… I just… well, I…”
“Let’s not talk about that right now. I felt there was something you needed and I was just being there for you.”
Alicia looked at me, she seemed a little sad. “Thank you for being cool about it.” She gave me a quick kiss on the lips and headed back to the house.
When I got back into the kitchen, my wife immediately sounded off, “Took you long enough. Did the two of you decide to talk bad about me?”
“No such conversation happened.” I set the bags on the counter and leaned over to kiss her but she pulled back from me.
“Mom, do we have any orange juice?” Alicia asked her.
“You know,” her voice came across in a continuation of her rant, “you go out all night and spend money on booze, I’m sure you can stop at a store and get juice, just think of it as something for one of your drinks.”
Alicia’s eyes got wide and she glanced at me. I subtly shook my head in effort to avoid any escalations.
“Do you need anything?” I asked Laura.
“I know what I don’t need,” she spit back, “I don’t need the two of you standing around like you’re going to accuse me of something.”
Where in the hell did that come from? Laura slammed a cupboard door shut and stormed down the hall to our bedroom. I repeated the thought of things not adding up, she was gone for hours and came back with only a smattering of groceries. She came home and there was a spontaneous argument, she was pointing out perceived flaws with me and Alicia. And then the comment about potentially being accused… I knew what it was.
I closed the bedroom door behind me, Laura was changing her clothes and she turned her back to me.
“You want to tell me about it?” I asked her.
“About what?”
“Your affair.”
I thought her neck would snap when she turned her head so fast, she looked surprised, angry and fearful all at once.
“How long?” I asked.
She looked down at the floor before giving me an answer, “A couple of years.”
That would fit the timeline, I thought, that was about the time she started getting cold toward me.
“How did you know?” she asked.
“Besides being emotionally and sexually withdrawn? You were gone all morning, and came home with little to show for it. There was an immediate outburst from just walking in the door and you were deflecting attention away from yourself to distract us from looking at you. And then the comment that we were going to accuse you. You went there this morning and you feel guilty about it. I’ll bet if I put my finger in you right now, you’d still be wet from it.”
Her eyes got wide and her face reddened, she took a small step back, “Don’t do that.”
“Or I could do that and be proven wrong, your choice.”
“No, don’t do that.”
If I felt her pussy, she knew I would find the evidence that she didn’t want to admit to.
“You going to tell me about it or what?”
“It’s your fault…” she went on another rant and tried to bring up every miniscule thing I may have ever done wrong, including overcooking some lambchops we were going to have for dinner, four years ago.
“You’re doing it again, deflecting your guilt onto me, basically blaming the victim. How nice.”
“Fuck you Tom.” She finished dressing and threw her other clothes into the hamper with enough force to knock it over. “Yeah, you know what? I fucked him and I liked it. And you want to know something else? I sucked his dick and he liked it, I let him cum in my mouth, more than once.”
That stung. She refused to give me oral sex for two dozen years and then she went and shared that with someone else. She’d been growing distant for the last couple of years and now I knew why. Knowing that didn’t help the feelings that I had about not being cared for that turned into doubts about myself and feeling alone and isolated while married, All the negative feelings that I had been pushing to the back of my mind came crashing in on me all at once.
I was in a quandary, I was hurt by my wife’s admission, and at the same time, I had to admit to myself that I’d been entertaining thoughts of sex with Alicia. What was the difference if there was one? I didn’t know why Laura had chosen to go her direction, but after Alicia drunkenly told me of her interests, I was ready to find the things I had been missing. And, Alicia had something driving her that made her want to be close to me as much as possible, and I was taking a selfish pleasure from it. Someone who I knew, loved and cared about was sharing intimate touches and physical contact with me, I liked it and I wanted more of it. I didn’t understand it all, but I needed to get back to the matter at hand.
“What are you going to do?” I asked Laura.
“I don’t know.”
“Are you going to keep seeing him?”
“I don’t know.”
In the real world that meant she wanted to continue seeing her lover, I needed a definitive answer.
“The way I see it, you’ve got two choices. One is for you to come home and be my wife and the other is for you to go start your new life with someone else.”
“I can’t do that right now.”
“What other options are there?” I wanted to know.
“What if we separate for a while? You can take the spare bedroom as we work on it.”
“Me? I don’t think so, I’m not being put out because of your indiscretions. You take the spare bedroom.”
Laura looked at me then turned her head down. She’d take the spare bedroom, but she didn’t look too happy about it.
I went out to the kitchen and found Alicia pouring herself some juice; we had some after all. Laura was just being difficult with her when she told her to go buy it.
“I heard you and mom fighting, is everything okay?”
“Not especially. I found out she’s been having an affair, we’re going to separate.”
Alica was so upset she nearly spilled her glass when she set it down. She looked at me, her lower lip was quivering and there were tears in her eyes. “What? No, dad you can’t leave me right now, please don’t go.” She flung her arms around me and held me tight, I put my arms around her in return. She continued to grip me tight as she began to cry. I knew she was feeling the need to have me around, but this reaction almost made her seem desperate for it.
“It’s okay, I’m not going anywhere honey.”
I pulled back to look at her, wet eyes looked up at me.
“I’m here for you, I know you need me to be around.” I told her. “You going to be okay?”
She forced a tight smile and nodded her head. I leaned in to kiss her on the lips and she met me and pressed in hard. She began to open her mouth and I almost matched her gesture to share a deep kiss but I pulled back.
“Let’s take it easy on that for now.” I gave her another kiss, to let her know I wasn’t fully refusing her affection.
“Your mom is going to take over the spare bedroom. I’d like for us to all get along, that means no arguments, accusations, snide remarks or anything else that could make all of our lives miserable while we’re in the house. Can you do that for me?”
She put her head back on my chest and nodded.
“Good girl, thank you.”
She never let off from her snug embrace, I felt her tits pressing into me and I kept her there because I enjoyed the feeling.
“I think there’s some things that you and I need to do together, just you and me, would you like that?”
“Yes.” She answered with a soft voice.
“Good, maybe we can talk some too, is that something we can do too?”
“Okay.”
Alicia had already left to ‘go out’, meaning she was working at the strip club. I tucked in my new shirt and Laura asked what I was doing.
“Going out.”
“Where?”
“I don’t know.”
“Wha…,”
I closed the door, not bothering to hear what she had to ask. I knew where I was going, the Landing Strip. When I approached the club, I saw they had mandatory valet parking. I wasn’t ready to just pull up and run in. I spotted a parking lot across the street and took a spot there.
I sat there looking at the building and imagined what was going on inside, topless girls dancing on a runway to music with a heavy beat, moving their bodies to make their breasts sway, or adopting positions where they sat with their legs up in the air and apart so they could entice the customers into a VIP room for a private dance and possibly more. After talking with Alicia on her drunken night, I knew what that ‘more’ was, blowjobs, or fucking in a tiny room with a chair for the only furniture.
Thinking on that, I knew it was less intimate than what I really wanted. Yes, a blowjob would feel great, but I found that what I was missing was to hold someone, and to be held by them. I realized that the number of times that Alicia and I held hands, or hugged each other or even laid on the couch together did a lot more for me than what a prospective blowjob would do. I was going to skip going into the club, at least for now. Maybe after I could talk with Alicia I’d reconsider.
I avoided seeing Laura when got home and I chose to go to bed. I woke up a few hours later when my phone rang. I opened my blurry eyes and had to squint to see the time and the caller ID. It was 2:30 am, Alicia was calling.
“Hello?”
“Dad? Can you pick me up?”
“Where are you?”
“A place called the Landing Strip, do you know it?”
“Yeah, I’ll be there in about twenty minutes.”
Alicia got in and closed her door, “Thanks dad.”
“What brings you here?”
“I came to see a friend of mine after I went out,” she told me. “Now that you and mom are, you know, maybe you should go in there sometime, there’s a lot of girls.”
The invitation for me to come find her there.
I looked her over, “You drunk?”
“Maybe just a little, or you could say it’s a really good buzz,” she told me. “Dad?”
“Yeah honey?”
“Can we talk?”
“I’d like that, what’s on your mind?”
“Well, can we do it like when we’re like laying on the couch so you can hold me while we talk?”
Doing that would mean we needed an empty house, and Laura was home. I got an idea, and I thought it would suit the need and allow from some privacy as I anticipated how things might go.
I found a decent hotel and got a room for us. We kicked off our shoes before I adjusted the pillows and got onto the bed to lay back. Alicia smiled and got herself next to me, she wriggled around a little to get her short dress to come back down, then she put her arm over me. We laid there a short while, enjoying being close to each other.
“Dad?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you remember when we talked about my friend and her brother, and other related people doing it with each other?”
“Yes.”
I felt her press her clit into me again, like she did that day on the couch. I slid my hand down and put it on her ass, then I pulled at her to do it again. She did.
“I want to be able to do that with you, I need to be really close to you and I don’t know any other way to be closer than that. I want to do it with you and be that close.”
I pulled at her ass again and she responded the same, grinding her crotch against my thigh.
“Are you going to say anything?” she asked.
I turned my head to face her and looked into her eyes, “I want to do that with you too Alicia, and I want to do it more than once.”
She started to smile, but I kissed her. She pressed her mouth to mine and we brought out tongues together. I pulled at her ass again so she’d rub against me more as our tongues played with each other. I brought my hand up from her ass to her tit and pressed into her soft flesh, then I moved it again to caress her face.
When we broke from our kiss, I talked to her more, “I need to do this with you, and I’m pretty sure you need to do it with me too, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
I kissed her again and caressed her, “Can you tell me why you need this?”
She was quiet for a moment, “It was something mom said, it really scared me and I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you. I knew that if we could do it, then you really wanted me and that I wouldn’t lose you.”
What in the hell? My wife did something that started all of this with Alicia?
“What did your mother tell you?”
“I told her I went on a date with a girl and she got really mad about it, she said she was sorry that I was her daughter and that she was going to tell you and that you’d disown me.”
I was stunned, I never heard of that conversation and I didn’t want to believe that Laura said something that critically serious and condemning to her.
“Honey, after all the conversations we’ve had, especially about a girl and her father doing it with each other, do you really think I’d be upset about you going out with another girl?”
“No, I don’t think that now.”
“And you still want to do this with me?”
“I need it dad. When mom said those things it hurt me really deep, it felt like something inside of me broke. I’ve been really afraid of losing you and I need you to fix it. I know if you would do it with me, I’d feel better because then I would know that you want me and need me.”
“I love you honey, very much. And I want to do this with you very much. But right now you’re buzzed, I want you to be completely sober so you can feel everything we do, and you’ll know that I want to give you everything I can and show you how important you are to me. Are you willing to wait for that?”
She looked at me I could see that she understood and even appreciated what I was saying.
I put my hand on her tit and ran my thumb over her nipple and felt it rising to meet my touch. I continued assuring her of how I felt, “I need to be with you too, and for my own reasons, I want to lay on you and be inside of you. I want to share everything we can together and let us be there for each other.”
She let out a soft moan, she pressed her tit into my hand and kissed me.
“When you’re sober,” I reminded her, “we are going to do this.”
“Dad?”
“Honey?”
“I kind of need something now.”
I slid my hand down to her ass again and pulled her to me, “Do you remember the day on the couch?”
“Uh huh.”
“I liked what you were doing, I wanted you to do it. I wanted to hold you when you were going to cum. I loved that you could share that with me, all the love and trust and caring of you being willing to share that with me meant a lot to me. And I liked that I could make you feel good that way. Let me hold you while you do that now.”
“Ohhh…”
I tightened my grip on her ass and pulled at her, she pressed herself against my thigh again.
“Come on baby, I’m here for you. I want to share this with you. I want to hold you when you cum.”
Her motions became more forceful and definitive. She not only pressed her clit onto me, but she also started grinding it on my thigh, getting more sensation from her motions. I kept my arm around her tight as I continued pulling against her ass. I felt her tensing up, her head tilted back and she increased the speed of her hips rocking to push her clit into me. She went stiff when she came.
I held her snug, when her breathing came back to normal, I kissed her again before I told her, “That was beautiful baby, thank you for sharing that with me.”
I knew she was done with her orgasm when she went limp. I ran my hand over her, touching her softly across her body. I talked to her softly, telling her I loved her and needed her. I wanted to feel her pussy to see how wet she was, but I decided to save that to be part of our foreplay later.
“Dad?”
“Yeah?”
“You did that for me, I want to do something for you, something I know mom won’t do. That way we can be there for each other.”
She wanted to suck my dick, and I was going to let her.
“Do it honey, I want you to do it.”
We worked together to get my belt undone, each of us using one hand, my pants and boxers came down. I was already hard from her letting herself cum against me. She didn’t waste any time getting me into her mouth. I could feel her warm lips on me, and her tongue running under my dick and around the head. This time, there wasn’t the shock and surprise of the night that we laid on the floor by the front door, I wasn’t going to cum right away again. I could tell this was no ordinary blowjob, it was an act of loving and caring, and that meant more to me than having just anyone suck my dick.
She used her mouth in a manner that was sensual and loving, letting me feel her in a way that was gently building in intensity. Alicia held herself still for a moment, not moving her mouth up and down on me or using her tongue, she held me like that and simply sucked me. I couldn’t believe how good it felt to have my dick in her mouth. She brought her tongue back into play, this time drawing it up along the length of my dick each time she sucked on me. I was enjoying this in ways I never expected, I knew she could make me cum like this. She took me deeper into her mouth and pulled back, then repeated the motions, Alicia brought one hand in to caress the back of my balls and that caused my hips to involuntarily thrust forward. I stroked the back of her head as my tension built. I didn’t want to hold back anymore. The pressure was building in my balls and I let it out all at once and into her mouth. She kept me in her as she swallowed.
I didn’t realize I was panting until she spoke to me. “You came really hard, I’m glad I could do that for you.”
“I…,” I worked to catch my breath. “…really needed that, and I’m glad it was you that did it with me.”
“Thank you too dad,”
“For what?”
“Letting me feel you in my mouth and for cumming in me. I feel like it brought us closer together because part of you is inside me now. I needed it too, it made me feel like I’m special to you, and I want to do it with you more.”
I just came, and I still had the urge to fuck her, the experience made me feel closer to her too. We’d always had our father/daughter bond, and now it seemed to be that much stronger. I kissed her again, a long lingering kiss, it was deep enough to let us share more than just pressing our lips together.
When we got home, we kept quiet so as not to wake Laura. We smiled at each other just before I kissed my finger and pressed it to her lips.
When I got up in the morning I had things to do, and they were urgent. I left right away to attend to my errands.
When I got home, Laura saw something was different with me.
“You were with someone, weren’t you?” she asked me in a cautious voice like she didn’t want to hear the answer.
“Not that you get to ask those kinds of questions any more, but yes.”
She winced when I confirmed that I was out and with someone else, a tear started to form in the corner of her eye.
“Hurts when it happens to you, doesn’t it? Imagine finding out that it’s been going on for two years.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m preparing to move on with my life, just as you’re about to do.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s time for you to move out. As far as I’m concerned, you’ve had two years to plan for this, get your things and go.”
“Wait, I need time to find a place, can’t I just have a couple of weeks?”
“I was willing to give you that before, but after having a conversation with Alicia, I don’t want you in this house any longer.”
“What conversation?” Laura was starting to sound frantic. “What did she say to you?”
“She told me things you’ve said to her and how you made her feel. Add that to how you’ve treated me for the past couple of years, and, the things you said to me last night… Well, you’re not needed here, and I’m not going to go out of my way to make your life convenient.”
“So, what then,” Laura yelled at me, “you’re just automatically going to take her side?”
“There is no side to take,” I kept my voice even toned despite the fact that I was raging, “you lied to Alicia, and you rejected her as a person. When you told her that I was going to disown her it sent her into a tailspin. That was the reason she started drinking, you crushed her and made her fear losing her father. Then I found out she took a job working in a strip club, the place where women go to try to get male attention due of the pain they feel, the pain she felt from what you told her.
“You are cruel and insensitive, and you only have considerations for your own interests, regardless of what the effect is on anyone else. You’ve been dragging your feet on making a decision, so I’m going to make it for you. You’re leaving this house, you can go live with your boyfriend or whatever, just get out.”
“I can’t go there, he’s married too.”
“Then it sucks to be you, find someplace else. And I’ll tell you now that I already cancelled our joint credit cards and took half of the money from the bank account. I’m not going to pay for your problems, you still have that one card in your name that you can use.”
“Wait, please,” she pleaded, “don’t do this. I’ll make it up to you, I’ll even give you a blowjob if you want, you can make me do it right now. Please.”
Laura got on her knees and started to loosen my belt, but I took a step back from her. After all the years of trying to get her to do this for me, I didn’t want it anymore, not from her.
“For as long as I have asked you for that, what I really wanted was for you to show that you cared about how I felt and what I needed, and you always refused. Then you tell me you did it with someone else. That really pained me and made me feel I had no value at all. Now you say you will, but I know it’s not because you care about me or you want to give something to me, you’re only offering it now because you’re afraid for yourself. Letting you do that would have no value to me. And for as angry as I am with you right now, it won’t change anything.”
Laura broke down into tears, and then she started screaming at me, again telling me once more that this was all my fault. I was unfazed by her tirade. After talking with my daughter the night before, I made up my mind as to what needed to happen. I let her rant and plead as I went to the closet and pulled out the largest suitcase we had so she could pack her clothes.
Alicia came out of her room when she heard the front door slam shut. “Dad, are you okay? What happened? I heard mom yelling a lot.”
“I kicked her out of the house.”
“She’s not staying in the spare room any longer?”
“No. After what you told me, I decided she didn’t need to stay here for any amount of time. You never did anything to deserve to be treated that way, and I didn’t want her to be here to cause more problems or start blaming you for all of this.”
Alicia’s jaw dropped. “You kicked her out for me?”
“Well, that’s part of it. I think because of how she’s been with me too.”
I didn’t realize it at the time, I think I was probably in shock over all the things that had just happened, but all my stress was showing in my face. Alicia saw it though, and she was concerned for me. She was also still stunned that I had taken such a dramatic action to kick her mom out of the house for what she had done to her daughter. She took my hand and pulled me into her room, “C’mere.”
I was in a bit of a daze. Alicia started undoing the buttons on my shirt, and I had to ask, “What are you doing?”
“Taking care of you.”
She methodically removed all my clothing. When she knelt down to get my boxers off, she was at the perfect height to take me into her mouth and she start sucking my dick. My focus started coming back when I felt her mouth on me, it was only a moment before I was fully hard. I looked down and watched my dick disappearing into her mouth. When she saw I was ready, Alicia slipped out of her clothes and laid naked on her bed. She spread her legs to give me some room and told me, “Let me be what you need.”
I saw her slim, nude figure stretched across the length of her bed. She was beautiful. When I looked at her bald pussy I could tell she was already wet, I imagined how that slick warmth would feel when my dick would be in her, it made my cock throb.
When I got myself between her legs, she raised her knees to tilt herself up for me. I guided my dick up to her slit and I could tell she was sloppy wet, once gentle push and I was all the way inside of her. Whatever I imagined about how she would feel when I saw her on the bed didn’t even come close to the sensations I felt now. I kept my dick all the way in her just to soak up the sensation of her.
“Dad, you feel good. You’re in my pussy, you feel good in my pussy.”
When I heard her say that, my hips did an involuntary stab forward, both of us moaned when I reached a new depth in her.
“Let me be what you need, I’m here for you. I need you in me.”
I needed to be in her too, someone that I loved and cared about was giving me the intimate affection that I had wanted for so long. The fact that she was my daughter was secondary to me, but it also lent an intense aspect to the whole thing. I was fucking my daughter Alicia, and I liked doing it.
I drew back and pushed into her again. She moaned and ran her hands over my back then pulled at me to get more of me into her. I started fucking her for real, drawing myself back and pushing into her in a regular rhythm, slow at first and then I began driving my cock into her, putting all of my energy into her and making up for everything I hadn’t gotten for the past couple of years.
“I like being in you baby. I want you to cum again, while I’m fucking you.”
Alicia got her arms around me and clamped herself tight. She bore down, pushing her pussy onto my dick as I thrust into her, she was slick and hot for me and I was as hard as I ever had been, for her. Both of us were pretty worked up, it didn’t take too long before she clung onto me and began to cum. A couple of moans from her and I let myself spew into her.
We laid there together, pulling each other tight. I felt closer to her than anyone I’d known before, and I was already looking forward to when we would do this again.