An unexpected Christmas present leads to an unforgettable Christmas morning for a daughter and her Daddy.
I felt like such a little girl again, laying in my bed early on Christmas morning, staring at my alarm clock, waiting impatiently for the numbers to change. Eight o'clock, that's what Daddy and I had agreed on last night. Finally the number changed, and I flung aside my covers, rolling out of bed and flouncing out my bedroom door.
“Daddy? Are you awake yet?” I asked quietly into the darkness of the hall.
No response. But that was okay. I leaned down, squealing happily as I picked up the shiny red present he'd left outside my door, wrapped in an even shinier red bow. I knew he'd remember! Some stuff had been slipping by the wayside, ever since Mom had run off to 'find herself' that summer... I never blamed him for that. But I knew he would never forget this! Not our special tradition. Not even Mom's betrayal could make him forget this!
I scowled as I thought of her. The hateful, selfish bitch! I was mostly doing okay, now. It wasn't like I still needed my Mommy to blow my nose and clean my scraped knees, or anything! It had sucked at the time, don't get me wrong... but as long as I still had Daddy, I knew I'd always be okay. But how could she ever have done that to him? That's what got to me about it. The man she'd married, had a daughter with, and still claimed to love! I could almost forgive her, for leaving me... but I would never forgive her for doing that to Daddy! Never, ever, ever, so long as I lived!
I forced thoughts of her out of my mind, taking my present and retreating back into my room, nudging the door closed with my foot. This was a happy day! Our first Christmas alone together, just Daddy and me! No thoughts of what we were missing, only thoughts of what we still had!
I sat on my bed, my present on my lap, carefully untying my pretty red bow. I smoothed out the ribbon when I was done, setting it aside; I wasn't sure what I'd use it for, but it was far too pretty to let it go to waste! I bit my lip, running my hands over the smooth, shiny paper. This was the very best part! The not knowing, the anticipation! I knew it was new comfy pajamas, of course, the same as every year... but I didn't know what colour, or what kind, exactly. I only knew that Daddy had picked them out for me, so I would love wearing them no matter what, while we ate breakfast, opened presents, and cuddled on the couch watching Christmas movies together for the rest of the day!
I slid my fingernail under the gap of the wrapping paper, cutting through the tape, revealing the shiny gold-coloured box within. So pretty! I'd have to keep that, too! I turned it over in my hands... Ah! Four little bits of tape, one on each edge, and my fingernail easily took care of those, too. I turned the box back over, taking the top part and easing it carefully off the bottom...
I gasped, my eyes going wide! That was not comfy pajamas! That was very, very much not comfy pajamas! I set the top half of the box aside. Had Daddy made a mistake? I reached inside, running my fingertips over the soft, transparent-red fabric, and the fluffy white fake-fur trim. Had... had Daddy bought this for mom, before she'd left, and he mixed up our presents by mistake? Or... maybe he'd finally started dating somebody new, and he just hadn't told me yet, and this was her present, not mine?
I carefully lifted it out, my hands trembling. It was a sexy little babydoll, obviously Christmas-themed, with fluffy trim over the top of the cups and around the hem. It was so, so pretty... and so soft! And under it, still in the box, were matching thong panties, every bit as transparent as the rest of the outfit!
It had to be a mistake! It had to! Maybe it hadn't even been his—maybe he'd bought me my pajamas at the store, but when the overworked employees had been doing the wrapping for him, somebody had made a mistake, and swapped my present with somebody else's. There was probably some wife or girlfriend somewhere in the city right that second, who was looking very confused and annoyed when she unwrapped her gift expecting sexy lingerie, and got comfy pajamas instead!
Yes, that had to be it! But... what would be the harm, really, in just trying it on a little first, before I went to find Daddy to tell him what had happened? It was no worse than trying something on in a fitting room at a store... was it? And it probably wouldn't fit me anyways, and then I'd know for sure it was a mistake!
I put it back into its pretty gold box, standing and going over to my door. I peeked out again... still darkness, still silence. I closed it, quietly... and turned the knob on my lock.
I stripped quickly out of my oversized sleep shirt... and my cute little pink cotton panties, too, my cheeks bursting into a brilliant pink blush as I did. But if I was going to do this, I was going to do it right! I lifted the nightie, laying it out on my bed putting my arms in first, lifting it up and wiggling it down over my head.
It was actually a surprisingly good fit, I had to admit. I walked over to my vanity, to take a look in the big mirror on the back. I had to lift and jiggle my boobs a little, but once I got them into the cups properly... I took it back; it was an amazingly good fit! And somehow... it made no sense at all, because there was no padding whatsoever, but somehow the way it was holding me made me look much bigger than normal, my perky C-cups looking almost like overflowing Ds!
I ran my fingers through my long, soft blonde hair, shaking it out and letting it fall around my shoulders. Gosh, I looked sexy like this! I could hardly even believe it was really me! I bit my lip, giving my nipples a teasing little rub with my fingertips, perking them up, my eyelids fluttering closed in unexpectedly intense pleasure at my touch. The fabric was so silky, and smooth! It felt absolutely incredible on my delicate little bits!
I hurried back to my bed, grabbing the matching panties and quickly stepping into them, pulling them up my long, slender legs before returning to my mirror. They weren't the most comfortable things, with the string riding up the crack of my butt... but they looked amazing, hugging my little pink lips so tight! My nipples, my slit... you could see everything, through the transparent red fabric! Although... not really my areolas, I saw. They were pretty subtle anyways, not much darker than the pale skin of my breasts, and they faded to invisibility under that much bright, sexy red. You couldn't see how pink and aroused my kitty was, either, for which I was grateful! But you didn't have to look any further than the way my thick, hard nipples were poking out against the super-thin fabric to know that!
I swayed and twisted, giggling at the way the false fur trim swished through the air around my hips. I jumped up and down on my toes, covering my mouth with my hand to keep myself from laughing at the way my boobs bounced in my cups! Oh, it was incredible! I'd never worn anything so sexy in my life! I didn't care anymore that it wasn't really mine, that there had obviously been some sort of a mistake! I just hoped Daddy would let me keep it!
Speaking of Daddy... I went to my closet, searching... Ah ha! There it was! The bathrobe Mom had gotten me... was it four Christmases ago, now? Maybe five? I think that was right. Mom had been getting annoyed at me, saying girls my age shouldn't be walking back and forth from the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel. Like that really mattered! It was like, six whole steps between there and my room! I'd thanked her for the bathrobe, but I don't think I'd worn it a single day since. I sure was grateful for it now, though! I shrugged it onto my shoulders, belting it tightly around my narrow little waist, checking in the mirror. Perfect! It rode a little higher up my legs than I might have liked, showing off my knees... I'd grown, since Mom had gotten it for me. But it completely hid my nightie, that was the important thing! I had to leave my bedroom, to go eat breakfast, and open presents, and most importantly to talk to Daddy. But I loved it so much, loved the way it slid over my skin as I moved, loved how sexy it made me feel! I didn't want to take it off, and my robe meant I wouldn't have to, at least not yet!
I stepped out into the darkness, my hand on the wall as I made my way down to the kitchen. Only there did I turn on the light, pouring myself a bowl of cereal. I knew we'd said eight... but Daddy worked so hard to support us, he deserved to sleep in a little whenever he could. I could wait. I munched away at my breakfast, a small, guilty smile on my lips the entire time. I just could not get over how wearing my sexy, secret lingerie under my robe was making me feel!
“Morning, Gracie-baby!” Daddy yawned, trudging into the kitchen just as I was putting my dishes in the sink, wearing a big, comfy bathrobe of his own. “Merry Christmas!”
“Morning, Daddy! Merry Christmas!” I danced over to him, throwing my arms around his neck and stretching to kiss him on his cheek. He wrapped me in his arms, so big and strong, lifting me into the air and spinning me around, making me squeal as he returned my kiss.
“What's wrong, baby?” he asked, setting me back down but keeping his arms around my waist. “You aren't wearing your present?”
“I... I am, actually, Daddy,” I admitted, feeling the blush rising in my cheeks. “Under my robe. But I think there was some sort of mistake... it wasn't pajamas.”
“No mistake, baby,” he chuckled, shaking his head and rubbing my hips through my robe. “You aren't a little girl anymore... you deserve to be able to wear something as beautiful and sexy as you are!” He smiled, kissing me softly in my hair. “Unless... I mean, I got that for you because I thought you were old enough now, and because I thought you'd like it. But if you'd prefer pajamas, we can always exchange it...”
“No! I...” I bit my lip, hiding my face against his chest. Daddy really thought I was sexy? Beautiful, that was okay... daddies were supposed to think their daughters were beautiful. But sexy? Oh, goodness... my cheeks felt like they were on fire, I was blushing so hard! “I like it, Daddy. I like it a lot! Thank you!”
“You're welcome, baby!” He hugged me and kissed me again. “So... do I get to see you wearing it? I had to guess your sizes, and I'm dying to see how it fits!”
“You are?” I gasped, my mouth hanging open in shock. “But...”
“But what, baby?” he asked, tilting his head. He couldn't really mean... But he'd be able to see everything!
“Umm... nothing, Daddy.” I shook my head, chewing on my lip as I stared up into his beautiful, loving blue eyes. Oh, goodness... I wasn't really going to do this, was I? I couldn't! But... I reached down to my sash, undoing it slowly, letting the sides of my robe hang slowly open. Just a little, not enough for Daddy to really see...
Daddy smiled, gently taking hold of my lapels, parting my robe and easing it down off my shoulders. I gasped... it was like I was paralyzed, unable to move, barely even able to breathe! He took it off me, folding it and laying it across the back of the nearby chair. He took my hands then, lifting them out to my sides a little as he took a step back, looking me up and down.
“You are gorgeous, baby!” he purred with appreciation, a deep, sexy hunger in his voice that I'd never heard before. “Absolutely stunning!”
“Tha—thank you, Daddy!” I was going to explode! My blush was reaching critical mass, and my head was literally going to explode off my neck, right there in front of him as he looked me up and down like that!
He pulled on my hand, guiding me into a slow, gentle spin for him. I let out a tiny, pained little whimper... Daddy was staring at my butt! That tiny little string hid nothing back there! Nothing at all! He guided me all the way back around, and I swear I could feel the pressure of his gaze like a physical weight as he stared at me. At my boobs... at my nipples! And... and between my legs!
Oh, no... this couldn't be happening! I felt like I was going weak at my knees, like any second now I was going to lose control completely, and fall to the floor at his feet! Daddies were not supposed to look at their daughters like that! They weren't! And... never mind that my soft little kitty felt like she was blushing even more than my cheeks! That wasn't my fault! There was nothing I could about that! Never mind also that I was suddenly so aroused I could literally feel my pulse down there, pounding away like a jackhammer inside my delicate little lips! And... and the hot, sticky wetness growing inside me, so much I was sure it had to be leaking out into my transparent little panties, where Daddy would be able to see! Never mind any of that! This was so, so wrong... Daddy couldn't be doing this! He couldn't be seeing me this way! Especially because... because in my deepest, secret heart, I'd dreamed so long of him looking at me exactly like this!
He was moving before I realized what he intended, undoing the sash of his robe. He was wearing boxers beneath, thank goodness for that at least! But he was opening the flaps, stepping closer, embracing me in a hug, wrapping me inside his robe!
“Do you remember, when you were little?” he asked, kissing me in my hair as he tightly did up the sash once again, making me gasp as it pulled me tighter against him. “You used to love cuddling inside my robe with me, just like this.”
“I remember, Daddy,” I moaned, trembling against his chest, wrapping my arms tightly around his back inside his robe. He smelled so good! So warm, and cozy, and safe! I breathed deeply, closing my eyes. So many memories were coming rushing back... but Daddy was wrong, it had never been quite like this. I'd never had boobs back then, to squish so hotly against Daddy's firm, hairy chest. And I'd certainly never felt the firm, hot weight of his erection, growing down the leg of his boxers, and pressing against my thigh!
“I loved it too, baby... I wonder why we ever stopped,” he kissed my hair again, rubbing his hands up and down my back through his robe.
“I... I think Mom didn't like it, Daddy,” I admitted, thinking back to the conversation we'd had. The multiple conversations, since I'd been so stubborn, and hadn't wanted to do as she'd said. “She said... she said there were things that little girls could do with their daddies, that young ladies couldn't.”
“Is that so...” he hugged me tighter, kissing my hair more insistently. “Well... she's not here to disapprove anymore, is she, baby?”
I couldn't speak... but I shook my head, closing my eyes. It felt so good, having Daddy holding me like this! I never wanted it to stop!
But it did, of course. Daddy undid the sash of his robe again, letting me loose and belting himself back up. I offered to let him finish breakfast too, but he said that could wait, that he wanted to see me opening my presents. He put his hand on my hip, gently rubbing through the thin, soft fabric of my nightie as he guided me out into the living room.
Daddy sat on the couch, and I got down to my hands and knees, to pull presents out from under the tree. That's how we always did it... but it felt so much different, crawling around in my sexy little lingerie! I swear I was just about to burst into flames, I was blushing so much at the way Daddy was looking at me!
I tried to focus on my presents, and not think too much about what I was wearing, and what Daddy was able to see. He had mostly gotten me clothes, and art supplies—he'd asked me for an extra-extensive list, so he could make sure he got me things I actually wanted, while still being able to surprise me with which things he picked. And he gave me some cash, too, so I'd be able to fill in the gaps in his choices, if there was anything I really, really wanted that he'd missed.
But then I found it. The big, green-and-red-wrapped present labelled 'to Gracie, love Mom'. I bit my lip... and set it aside.
“You aren't going to open that one, sweetie?” Daddy asked.
“Not... not today,” I shook my head, fighting back the unexpected tears the sight of her handwriting was threatening to bring. “Maybe tomorrow, or next week. But Mom left... she doesn't get to be part of Christmas anymore. Not even from long-distance.”
“Okay, sweetie. If that's the way you want it,” he agreed, coming down off the couch to hug me and kiss my hair again. I held onto him hard, nuzzling my face into the gap in his robe, deeply breathing in the smell of his chest. I never wanted to let go... but I felt guilty. I knew I shouldn't have been feeling the way I was, not about my own Daddy.
“Here, Daddy... your turn to open one!” I announced, reluctantly breaking away from our embrace, retrieving the thin red present I'd hidden behind the tree.
“Gracie...” he chided with a smile. “I thought I told you, I didn't want you getting me anything! You should be using your babysitting money on fun things, for yourself! Not wasting it on me!”
“Just open it, Daddy!” I smiled, biting my lip in anticipation. He sighed, and did as I said.
“Oh, Gracie...” he gasped, his eyes widening in surprise as he revealed the framed pencil drawing I'd made of us, just him and me, with me leaning my back against his chest, and him holding me close with his arms wrapped around my waist.
“Do you like it, Daddy?” I asked nervously.
“Oh, baby... It's perfect! I love it! And I love you! So, so much!”
“I love you too, Daddy! So much! More than anything!”
He pulled me back into his arms again, and this time I wasn't the only one struggling to hold back my tears.
I finished opening my presents, adding a few more to the Mom-pile to be dealt with later. I insisted that Daddy go eat some breakfast then, while I carried my presents up to my bedroom to put them away. I took longer than I really needed to, staring at myself in my mirror. Biting my lip. Thinking.
Daddy had just finished with his dishes by the time I reappeared, and we went back into the living room to start our traditional Christmas movie marathon, turning out the lights in the kitchen as we did. That was the other part of the tradition; we'd spend the whole rest of the day under nothing but the dim winter sun through the windows, and the soft, multicoloured light from the Christmas tree. I let him sit down first... but instead of cuddling up beside him like I normally did, I reached down to undo the belt of his robe again. I spread it open, and sat down right in his lap, before wrapping the edges around myself again, tying myself in nice and tight with his belt.
Daddy chuckled, holding me and kissing my cheek. I wriggled and squirmed, giggling happily, as I wormed my hands into the arms of his robe, laying my arms on top of his around my waist. I felt so cozy, loved, and safe... it was even better than when he'd done it before, when we'd been standing up. And it certainly didn't hurt matters any, feeling that amazing, solid heat of him, pressing up against my thigh from below! But... I was trying not to let myself think about that too much. He was my Daddy. Sexy lingerie or not... I knew that wasn't going to change. Just because he'd looked at me like that... well, what guy wouldn't have looked, under the circumstances? He may be my Daddy, but he was still a man, after all. I couldn't let myself believe it actually meant anything. Not like... not like that. Daddy thought I was beautiful, and sexy. That was already more than I'd ever allowed myself to dream might be possible. I would just have to learn how to be content with that, with what I actually had, instead of wishing for more.
But... that didn't mean I couldn't still enjoy the feeling of Daddy's erection under my butt! No matter how impossible it was for it ever to lead to anything more, the way I secretly wished it could.
In the end... it was all my fault. Daddy never would have done it, if I hadn't done what I did. And I didn't even mean to, I swear! But everything just felt so amazing, wrapped in his arms like that... I couldn't help but happily squirm, a little. And... and to rub my hot, needy little kitty against Daddy's erection, through my sexy new thong panties!
He started kissing my cheek more. And then my shoulder, and my neck. It felt so good, I didn't even think of what that meant—I just leaned my head to the side, giving him better access so he could do it more. He started stroking his hands up and down my sides, through the fabric of his robe, and I rubbed the back of his hands with my own, wordlessly telling him how good that felt.
And then... and then, his hand was moving more. Sliding upwards, in under the label of his robe. Finding my breast, making me gasp in shock! He cupped me in his palm, his big, strong hand feeling so unbelievably amazing as he began to squeeze, making me tremble in his arms! He kissed his way up the side of my neck, taking my earlobe gently between his lips, and starting to suck! And his other hand was moving too, lower, spreading aside the flaps of his robe, tracing inwards along the length of my thigh. Cupping me there, too—rubbing me, softly, through the thin, silky fabric of my thong!
Oh, this couldn't be happening! I... I'd never wanted this! Not for real! Not with my own Daddy! I'd dreamed about it, yes. Fantasized about it. Even... even masturbated to it, late at night with my face buried into my pillow, so Daddy wouldn't hear. But it had only been a fantasy! I never, ever meant for it to happen for real! I had to say something! I had to tell him this was wrong, that it wasn't what I wanted! I had to make him stop!
But I couldn't. I just couldn't make the words come out, no matter how hard I tried. All I could do was moan, as Daddy played with me, played with my body. Squeezing, rubbing...
And it felt incredible, that was the thing. Whether I wanted it or not... I'd never, ever felt anything so amazing! I'd never done anything with a boy before. I'd never even been kissed! Not unless you count with my best friend Julie, when we'd practice together during sleepovers sometimes. And... I still hadn't been, I suddenly realized. Daddy was playing with my boob, and my kitty... and I still hadn't been kissed! Not for real.
I turned my head, over my shoulder. It was like it was just instinct, like my body was acting on autopilot, without waiting for input from my brain. But Daddy obviously knew what he was doing, even if I really didn't. His lips met mine, somehow soft and firm at once, and I couldn't help but moan into his mouth. I felt him smile, and he started kissing me harder. And... I twisted a little further in his lap, returning his kiss. It was so, so wrong... but when the tip of his tongue started teasing at my lips, I didn't even hesitate. I welcomed him eagerly, sucking on it as it entered my mouth, and swirling my tongue with his!
Daddy's hand retreated from my kitty, the sudden absence making me whimper. But Daddy just chuckled against my lips, his hand quickly slipping right back in—only underneath my panties this time! I trembled and moaned, hardly able to believe how incredible it felt now that he was really touching me there, skin against skin. He rubbed me up and down, he gently, careful spread my lips... he entered me! Daddy's big, thick finger, slowly pushing into my kitty! He began to thrust, slowly in and out, my unbelievable wetness sounding so loud! I was so embarrassed by that... but Daddy really seemed to like it, moaning appreciatively as we continued making out. And by the time he'd worked his second finger in alongside his first, I no longer cared how loud and squelchy I was—I just loved the way Daddy was making me feel!
I abandoned myself to the moment, never wanting it to end. But I was concentrating so much on our kisses, trying to be good for him... I didn't even notice, at first, the way the heat and pressure inside me was starting to build.
“Oh! Oh Daddy!” I gasped, my eyes going wide, trembling. I was beyond the point of no return! I couldn't stop what was about to happen!
“Do it, baby!” he purred into my lips. “Be my good little girl, and cum for Daddy!”
“Oh, Daddyyyy!” I wailed as the orgasm hit me, bucking my hips into Daddy's hand, rapidly fucking myself on his thick, strong fingers! He tightened his grip on me, the fingers of his other hand digging deeply into the flesh of my boob through the thin, soft fabric of the sexy little nightie he'd bought me. It was amazing! So, so much stronger than any I'd ever been able to give myself! And it seemed to last so much longer, too! But finally it came to an end, Daddy taking it easy on me now between my thighs, just giving me soft, gentle movement to carry me through my aftershocks, lovingly kissing my lips.
But then he was moving, and I was still too blown away by what he'd just done to me to understand. He rolled us over sideways, putting me up onto my knees on the couch, while he was on his feet behind me, nuzzling against my neck. He withdrew his hands, both of them, and I instinctively whimpered again, missing his touch. He undid the sash of his robe, letting it slip off of his shoulders and down to the floor behind him, freeing our arms. Then he pushed me on my shoulder blades, leaning me forwards to brace my arms against the back of the couch... before grabbing the waistband of my sexy little thong, and yanking it down to my knees!
I gasped, twisting at my waist to look back into his eyes. He couldn't really be meaning to... but then I felt it. So thick, and hot, and hard, rubbing against my soft, slippery little lips. He pushed! Gentle but unrelenting, easing me open, forcing his way inside. Oh my God! He was really doing it! My own Daddy was really having sex with me! Committing incest... taking his own teenage daughter's virginity!
I had to make it stop! I had to tell him no! Letting him touch me had been one thing, but this... this was something else entirely! Only... the words wouldn't come. I couldn't say anything, nothing at all. I could barely even remember my own name! It felt so, so good, what he was doing to me! Feeling that hot, amazing rod, slowly, carefully working its way inside! I was moaning, staring back into Daddy's beautiful blue eyes, so full of love, and devotion... and desire. Desire for me! He wanted me so much, not even me being his own daughter was enough to make him stop! I'd never felt that before. A boy wanting me so, so much... so much that he hadn't even waited to ask my permission, first! He'd just had to take me! To make me his! Regardless of how I felt about it.
I felt... I felt so proud, that I'd been able to inspire that kind of need in him! Even if it wasn't what I'd ever intended to do. I felt so loved. So needed. I... I wanted to be worthy of it. I wanted to be good for him. I wanted to deserve the way he wanted me!
I lowered my chest, tilted my hips. I presented myself for him, welcoming him inside. He smiled wickedly down at me, making me blush and bite my lip. His hands grabbed me tight on my round little butt, holding me in place as he started thrusting harder. I moaned louder in response, my eyelids fluttering with pleasure. But I fought to keep them open, so I could keep looking back into his eyes. And... I started rocking back and forth on my knees, meeting his thrusts with my own. Fucking myself deeper onto my Daddy's thingie... onto his cock! Desperate to take it all!
I can't say it was easy... but it didn't hurt nearly as much as I was afraid it would, from listening to the girls at school. I guess Daddy really knew what he was doing, loosening me up with his fingers first, and making sure I was good and slippery from the way he'd made me cum. It was still a struggle, especially near the end... but Daddy took his time with me, letting me adjust, so that tight, stretching feeling stayed almost completely on the pleasurable side, without going over the line into actual pain.
I could hardly believe it when I first felt his hips smacking gently against my butt. I guess I must have made quite a face, my eyes going all wide, because it made Daddy laugh. He stroked my butt in his hands, then pushed in slowly, as deep as he could, my eyes rolling back in my head.
“Good girl, baby!” he praised. “You're such a good, good girl, taking Daddy's cock so deep like this!”
“Thank you, Daddy!” I gasped. Oh, wow that felt good! It wasn't just the feeling of him so deep inside me, though of course that was amazing, too. It was knowing I was taking the entire thing like that, that I was pleasing him, pleasuring him... The pride and love I felt, knowing I was being good for him, was even better than what he was making me feel for myself!
He soon started thrusting again, and now that he knew I could take the whole thing without him hurting me, he was able to be quite a bit rougher. Daddy really seemed to like it even better that way... and so did I. I loved the feeling of it ramming deep up inside me, touching parts of myself I'd never been able to reach with my fingers. I loved the sounds of it—the hot, wet, squelchy sounds of my kitty around his shaft, and the heavier, smacking sounds of his hips hitting my butt. I especially loved all the happy little gasps I was making, without me even meaning to, as every thrust of his cock seemed to force the air from my lungs. Even the smell of my kitty juice, which I'd always been so self-conscious about getting on my fingers when I touched myself late at night—even that, I was now learning to enjoy, because Daddy was the one making it happen, filling the air around us.
It wasn't long before the heat started building inside me again. And this time... this time, I could tell it was going to be something special. It felt so much... deeper, somehow. Not just because Daddy's cock was reaching so deep up inside of me this time, though it obviously was. But it was more than that. It was like the wave of my orgasm was building up throughout my entire body, not just inside my naughty bits like I was used to. From the top of my head to the bottom of my toes, it felt like my entire body was an explosion just waiting to happen. All I needed was a spark. Just one little thing, to set me off.
“Please, Daddy! Please!” I whimpered.
“Do it for me, baby!” he commanded. “Cum for Daddy! Cum on Daddy's cock!” And then he spanked me, hard, right on my tight, round little butt!
“Daddyyyy!” I squealed. I wasn't sure if it was the spanking itself, or just that he'd ordered me to do it for him. It didn't really matter. I was cumming harder than I'd ever done it before, even more than when Daddy had used his fingers on me! I screamed, I shook, I clawed at the sheets. I twisted, kicking, trying to get away, but Daddy grabbed me tight by my hips, holding me still. I think I was begging him to stop, but it was all so intense, I can't be sure. If I was, he ignored me anyways, doing me even harder to carry me through it. At some point I started to cry; huge, wracking sobs, as hot, salty tears cascaded down my cheeks. But finally, finally, I could feel the pleasure starting to fade, slowing to a gradual, comfortable end.
“Oh, take it baby!” Daddy was suddenly grunting behind me, thrusting into me the hardest he'd done yet. “Take Daddy's cum!”
“Daddyyyy!” I screamed in shock and fright. He wasn't... he couldn't! I wasn't on birth control! He knew that! But then I felt it—that huge, wet, molten-hot burst exploding inside of me. And then the other explosion, arriving completely out of nowhere and hitting me like a runaway freight train, straight between my ovaries!
My scream trailed off, my eyes wide and panicked, my mouth gaping open and closed like a fish. That follow-up orgasm, so close on the tails of my last one, was so unbelievably intense I literally forgot how to breathe! Jet after jet I could feel him shooting inside me, my own Daddy's hot, incestuous cum completely filling my stretched little kitty, the lack of room forcing it even deeper still, right up into my fertile, unprotected womb! Millions upon millions of Daddy's vigorous, potent little spermies, swimming and wriggling inside me, hunting my vulnerable young eggs! Oh, God... Daddy was breeding me! His own teenage daughter! Daddy was actually breeding me! He was going to put his baby in me!
But somehow... somehow the guilt, and the shame, only made me cum even harder. I was Daddy's little fuck-toy, now. His dirty little cum-dump. His obedient breeder bitch! He'd taken me, claimed me... he'd marked me with his cum, deep up inside me, and made me his!
I shook, I kicked, I scrambled to get away from the unbelievable intensity of what he was making me feel, utterly helpless against the strength of Daddy's grip on my hips. At some point my body remembered how to breathe again, and I screamed some more. It was just too much. By the time the orgasm finally faded this time, I was little more than a barely-conscious puddle of spent and exhausted flesh. Daddy was looking none-too-stable himself, swaying on his feet as he lovingly squeezed and caressed my butt. He managed to lay us down on the couch together, his cock still lodged deeply up inside my kitty, as he snuggled me close and kissed the side of my neck.
“God, you are incredible, baby!” he murmured. “I love you so, so much!”
“I love you too, Daddy,” I whispered. I shrunk in on myself, hiding my face against the comforting warmth of his arm under my head, shyly kissing his skin. The guilt of what I'd just let him do to me was almost overwhelming. But secretly, silently, in the deepest depths of my heart... he hadn't even softened enough to slip out of my kitty yet, and already I could hardly wait for him to do it to me again!
We must have stayed there for more than an hour, just quietly cuddling together without saying a word, watching the rest of our movie playing out on the tv. It was such a strange contrast... our yearly Christmas tradition, but forever changed now, by what we'd just done. He'd fallen out of me, the thick, slippery weight of him feeling so strange against the softness of my upper thighs. But I loved it... and I loved it even more, now that I could feel him starting to get hard again, pressing upwards against my lips! I started to squirm, just a little bit. But that was when we heard the bell, and the knocking from the front door.
I was up in a flash, yanking my panties back up from my knees, darting for the kitchen as Daddy stood and grabbed his robe. Who on earth could be out there at this time on Christmas morning, for crying out loud? I quickly shrugged my way into the safety of my robe, belting it tightly around my waist, checking myself to make sure nothing looked amiss. I could feel the blush in my cheeks, there was nothing I could do about that. I felt like my soul was bearing a giant, flashing neon sign... but visually, there was nothing to see. No indication whatsoever of what I'd just let my Daddy do to me.
“Could you come out here, Gracie?” Daddy asked, an unfamiliar... something, in his voice. I swallowed nervously, and stepped around the corner.
“Mom?” I gasped in shock.
“Merry Christmas, Gracie!” she smiled at me, nervously. She was still outside, Daddy hadn't let her in yet, the cold air making clouds of water vapour with the warm air coming from the house.
“Mom... what are you doing here?” I asked, stepping hesitantly forward.
“I... what do you mean, what am I doing here?” she said. “It's... it's Christmas, sweetie. Of course I'm here! To spend Christmas with you. With both of you!”
“Anne...” Daddy said, slowly shaking his head.
“Sean, I...” she said, her lower lip trembling as she looked up at him. “Please, Sean. I made a mistake. I made such a terrible, terrible mistake...”
“It wasn't a mistake, Mom,” I spoke up before Daddy could, stepping closer. I'd thought I'd nearly forgiven her... but now that I was actually seeing her face, right there in front of me, all that anger was back, and stronger than ever. “What you did... A mistake is not paying attention, and grabbing skim milk instead of two percent. What you did... that was a choice, Mom. Not a mistake. You made a choice... and choices have consequences. You need to leave. You aren't welcome here anymore.”
“Gracie... Sean, please...”
“You heard her,” Daddy said. “You don't live here anymore, Anne. That was the choice you made, when you left the way you did. Go talk to one of the guys you've been hooking up with, while you were away. It isn't my responsibility to take you back, now that your money's run out, and you've finally realized none of them is ever going to give you the kind of relationship you actually want.”
“It wasn't like that!” she denied, tears running down her cheeks now, as she rapidly shook her head.
“Wasn't it?” Daddy sighed, sadly. “Maybe it wasn't. But frankly, Anne... I just don't care any more. You already made your choices... now you have to live with them. That's the choice I get to make.”
“Gracie, please... I'm your mother.”
“You are,” I admitted. As angry as I was, I knew I still owed her that much, at least. “You'll always be my mother. But you aren't my 'mom'. That, you gave up when you left us.”
“Please, I...” she sniffled, her voice going quiet as she lowered her eyes. “Please, both of you, I... I don't have anywhere else to go.”
“Not our problem, Anne. Not anymore,” Daddy sighed. “And don't you dare think you'll be getting so much as a single cent from the divorce, either. However bad you think your life is now... believe me, I can always make it worse for you, if you force my hand.”
“D—divorce?” she asked, her eyes going wide.
“Where the hell else did you think this was going to lead?” Daddy threw his hands up in the air. “Christ, Anne... I'd have served you already, if I'd had any idea where you were living this whole time! I'd hand you the papers now, if I knew you were planning to come back, to have them ready for you. God... Just... just go away, Anne. Get the fuck out of my life, and don't come back. Give me a call, when you figure out where you're staying, and I'll get you the papers to make it official. But as far as I'm concerned, our marriage ended the moment you decided to leave.”
“Please, Sean... I'm sorry! I am so, so sorry! Please, just... please, give me another chance! I can make it up to you, to both of you, I swear!”
I stepped forward, took hold of the door... “No,” I said. Softly, quietly. No emotion at all. And I closed it in her face. I didn't slam it, I still had that much self-control... but I was maybe a little more forceful than I needed to be, flipping the lock.
I turned back to Daddy, and he pulled me into his arms, holding me tight and kissing my hair. I didn't mean to, I wanted to be brave... but I started to cry. He did too, though his tears were silent, unlike mine.
“Are you okay, sweetie?” he finally asked me, once we'd mostly cried ourselves out.
“She had her chance,” I sniffled. “She had you... and she threw you away. It's my turn, now, Daddy. You belong to me!” I looked up at him then, my lip quivering with sudden doubt and dread. “You... you do, Daddy? Don't you? You belong to me? Today... today wasn't just a one-time thing?”
“Forever, baby!” he promised, lovingly running his fingers through my hair. “I belong to you, and you belong to me, forever!” He leaned down to kiss me, but I had to stop him before he met my lips.
“Let's go upstairs first, Daddy,” I giggled shyly. “I wouldn't put it past her to still be out there somewhere, trying to spy through the windows.”
“I doubt it, baby,” he laughed. “But if it means getting you into my bed, I'm hardly about to disagree!”
“Our bed, Daddy!” I corrected, giggling again.
“Our bed,” he agreed, his eyes flashing wickedly. “Now, get that pretty little ass of yours up those stairs, because whether your mom's out there watching or not, you've got about five seconds before I strip you out of that robe again, and start doing you right up against the living room window for the whole neighbourhood to see!”
“Daddy!” I squealed, swatting him on the arm and making a break for the stairs. He chased me, giggling and squealing, pinching at my butt through my robe. He'd gone mostly soft again, after the confrontation with Mom. But that was okay... I really wanted to try tasting him anyways. I dropped to my knees, and it didn't take me long with my mouth before I had him ready to go again. He helped me up and eased me down onto my back this time, taking my panties off and climbing up on top. That definitely worked for me! The other way had been great... but I was so looking forward to being able to kiss him this time, while he was inside me!
“Daddy?” I asked. Or maybe I should say 'moaned'.
“Yes, baby?” he answered, nibbling at the side of my neck as he was working his way deeper inside.
“You, uh... you do remember I'm not on birth control, don't you, Daddy?” I just had to confirm.
“I remember, baby,” he smiled. “Is that a problem for you?”
“Uhh... no, Daddy,” I said, my cheeks bursting into a brilliant pink blush. “Not for me... not if it isn't a problem for you.”
“Good... because you are going to look so unbelievably sexy with my baby swelling this skinny little belly of yours!”
“Yes, Daddy!” I moaned. And then there was no more talking, because we were far too busy kissing, instead!
I could still hardly believe this was really happening. And no, maybe it hadn't been something I'd ever actually wanted to happen. But... I guess fantasies are like that, sometimes. You think it's just something fun to think about, and dream about, without any intention of ever letting it happen for real. And it isn't until it actually does happen to you, even despite all your best efforts to stop it, that you suddenly realize that it was actually the exact, perfect thing you'd needed all along!
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