Incest/Taboo Daddy's Lap

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All the characters in this story are fictional and do not intentionally represent any persons living or dead. All characters in this story, though fictional, are at least 18 years old.

The incest/taboo categorization of this story refers to a daddy/daughter relationship. If this is offensive to you, please do not read it, rate it, or comment on it.

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"Abby, are you awake?" my daddy softly whispered.

"Yes," I told him.

He sighed and, after a moment's hesitation, asked, "Can you please get me a glass of water?"

"Sure, Daddy," I said as I sat up, lifting my head from his lap where I had been laying, watching television. I had never changed from calling my father 'daddy'; most of my friends called their fathers 'dad'. I simply felt very close to him and never saw the need to change, despite my age.

"Thank you."

"Do you want some ice?" I asked as I sat up beside him. Mom always went to bed early because she got up at four every morning to get ready for work. This left us downstairs watching television every weeknight. I always got up earlier in the morning than Daddy, so I could get ready for school which meant I was usually more tired than he was at night, leading me to end up laying my head on his shoulder, chest, and finally lap throughout the evening.

"Yes, please," he said as he caressed his strong hand up and down my back.

I was keenly aware of my bra digging into my back a little too much, which made me enjoy his caressing hand immensely. I had been meaning to buy new bras with a slightly bigger size; this one was older and too small in both size and cup size. I needed another inch or two of size and I figured my Bs had become Cs. Straightening my tee-shirt, I stood up and walked to the kitchen. My shorts had also shifted as I had rested, so I moved them around a bit and, once out of sight in the kitchen, dug my panties out of my butt-crack.

As I got a glass and filled it with ice water, it hit me how tired I was. Being an eighteen-year-old high schooler heading toward graduation, I was very busy during the day. This made winding down with my Daddy at the end of the day very important to me.

Thing is, usually, after I would fall asleep on my Daddy's lap, he would wake me up and send me to bed or, occasionally, ask me for a drink. However, he never whispered, as if he did not actually want to wake me. That was strange.

It had been the third night in a row he had done that, ever since we had returned from our spring break family vacation. We had visited a little seaside town, done some sightseeing, and laid out on the beach. The way my daddy had complemented me on my bikini had made me feel so beautiful. Unlike my bras, my bikini fit me perfectly; it was new. I didn't have a boyfriend any longer, so his attention had really bolstered my spirits.

"Here you go. I'm going to bed," I told him as I handed him the drink.

"Okay, Sweetheart," he told me with a smile.

As I leaned down to kiss him on the lips, as we usually did, I mused at how handsome he was. Black hair, blue eyes, and only slightly overweight, he was better looking than any of my friend's fathers. Even sitting there in just his t-shirt and shorts, or maybe because of the shorts showing off his tanned and toned legs, he looked like the sort of boyfriend I'd have liked to have.

"Good night," I concluded as I headed off.

When I reached the doorway and glanced back, I saw my daddy's head turn toward the television. Had he been watching me walk away?

"Abby, are you awake?" my daddy softly whispered.

I closed my eyes and didn't say anything. Sunday night, Monday night, and Tuesday night he had whispered that same question to me and I had told him I was awake. We had been playfully picking at each other earlier and so I wanted to see what he would do if, this time, I pretended to be asleep.

"Abby?" he whispered again, as he, this time, ran his hand down my side to my hip and back up to my shoulder. It was not unusual for him to do that; I enjoyed his touch.

I still didn't answer, right arm tucked into the couch and my left arm extended forward, along his thigh and then, bent at the elbow, back to my face. I didn't move, just breathed normally. I was curious as to why he was whispering so softly that I could barely hear him. Still, I planned to say 'boo' really loudly and scare him at any moment, but I wanted to draw him in a bit more to get him really good.

Instead of calling to me again, he traced the outline of my bra along my side with his fingers. Then, tentatively, his fingers moved forward, along the side of my bra and then along the cup until he had moved forward enough to, ever so gently, cup my left breast in his hand through my t-shirt and bra.

I gasped. What the fuck?

His hand shot back to my shoulder and pushed and pulled, rocking me to wake me up as he said, "Abby, wake up."

My eyes were wide with surprise, though he couldn't see me. My daddy had just felt me up and now he was covering, pretending to wake me. I knew that he knew that he had done something wrong; he wouldn't cover for it if he hadn't. I quickly decided that I didn't want to embarrass him, and I needed more time to process what had happened, so I pretended to just be waking up and asked, "What's wrong?"

He hesitated for a moment and then announced, "Time for bed."

As I kissed his lips goodnight, got up, and walked out of the room I began to wonder why Daddy had done that. Was it a mistake? Was he just curious? What would have happened if I hadn't gasped like that? Was it the first time he had done that, or was it the first time I had not been asleep? Had he been fondling me in my sleep previously? If so, for how long?

Those thoughts shocked me and made me curious, but, I realized, I didn't feel offended; I knew I should have been. After all, my daddy had touched me inappropriately and I didn't think it was an accident. Was it a lapse in judgement? Was he just curious about how my tits felt? Had he planned to do other things to me? What else would he have done to me if I hadn't gasped? Why wasn't I offended?

As I brushed my teeth in the bathroom, I realized that there was a chance this had been the first time he had done that to me. Did it matter? Why the hell was I not upset?

As I got into bed, I realized that I didn't feel violated. If he had done something to me previously, I was not aware of it. If this was the first time, I felt... well... actually proud. I mean, if my daddy found me desirable, that was a real ego boost. I had felt so beautiful when he had complemented me on how I looked in my bikini. Had I turned him on? The thought of my handsome daddy getting an erection for me, made my pussy start to get creamy.

Besides, I rationalized as I drifted toward sleep, this was my daddy, not some stranger on the bus. I loved him to bits. If he wanted to cop a feel, I was fine with that.

"Abby, are you awake?" my daddy softly whispered.

I closed my eyes and didn't say anything. It was Thursday night, the last night of the week we'd be alone like that, and I wanted to know what he was after. I was insanely curious and, so, again, I pretended to be asleep.

"Abby?" he whispered again, as he ran his hand down my side to my hip and back up to my shoulder.

I still didn't answer, making sure that my right arm was tucked into the couch and my left arm was extended along his thigh and then back to my face, giving him full access to my tits.

Daddy traced his fingers along my side, looking for my bra for an inordinate amount of time.

Had he not realized earlier in the night that I wore only my t-shirt, shorts, and panties? The bra had been uncomfortable anyway, but I also was curious if he would have said anything; he hadn't. Now I realized he hadn't even realized I was bra-less. Well, I mused, they were pretty perky, so, if it wasn't obvious, maybe I could go bra-less more often.

"Abby?" he whispered again; a bit louder. When I didn't move, his fingers moved forward, along the side of my breast, separated only by my thin t-shirt. He gently cupped my left tit, just as he had done the previous night only even softer and slower.

I made no movement. I felt like a nature photographer waiting quietly in the bushes to see what the skittish little rabbit would do next.

Daddy massaged my tit with his fingers ever so softly. He lifted it, feeling the weight of it. He pressed his fingers in, feeling how firm it was.

I was proud of my breasts. Two handfuls of firm flesh with soft skin and nipples that were almost as sensitive as my clit. They were bigger than most of my friends, but I wasn't fat, like my friend Brenda.

Finally, unable to resist probing at the hard nipple boring into his palm, he outlined the firm bud with his fingers and gently rotated.

Pleasure filled my head and I, involuntarily, let out a little moan.

Daddy pulled his hand back like he had touched a hot stove. He made sure not to jostle me; his hand simply vanished.

I didn't move for a moment, breathing steadily. When he did nothing else, I rocked back a bit and pulled my arm down, scratched my thigh, and made a little gurgling sound. I tried to make it as natural a movement as possible and tried to convince him I was still asleep. At the same time, my upper body rocked back like that put my tits front and center for him to look at and, hopefully, touch again. The situation was really turning me on.

Unfortunately, the rabbit had hopped away. Daddy was too scared to do anything else.

I tried to think of something else to do in order to egg him on, but nothing came to mind that wouldn't be way too risky. If I let him know that I was awake and was okay with him touching me, he was likely to deny everything and never touch me like that again. I knew this man. As if in my sleep I sighed and made a little whimper, which is exactly how I felt.

No effect.

Maybe, if I wore something a little more revealing, and a little more accessible, he would try to take it farther. Maybe.

"What are you wearing?" Mom asked me Sunday night when I plopped down on the couch to watch television with them, as usual. While I still call my father 'daddy' I called my mother 'mom'. I was a 'daddy's girl'.

"It's new. Do you like it?" I was wearing my usual white shorts but, instead of a t-shirt, I wore a purple halter top with no bra. It was backless to the waist but had a string that tied across the middle of my back, so it was held tight.

"It's pretty," she told me.

"This is a little more comfortable than what I usually wear. If I fall asleep again, it won't be as unpleasant," I explained.

She accepted that without further comment.

I smiled at Daddy as he looked me up and down out the corner of his eye. He thought he was being so subtle.

Instead of wearing his usual shorts and t-shirt, he was in soft pajamas.

As the night wore on, Mom finally excused herself, as usual, saying, "I've got to get up way too early, so I'm heading for bed. Don't forget that you have school tomorrow."

"I won't be up too late," I reassured her as she left the room.

When Daddy wasn't looking, I untied the mid-back tie on my top and pulled the waist up to my upper stomach. The top had transformed from a tight garment into a very loose one that exposed my belly.

Within an hour I was laying on Daddy's lap in my usual position. Thirty minutes after that I heard the familiar question; I had been wondering if he had given up on trying to touch me.

"Abby, are you awake?" my daddy softly whispered.

It took all of my strength not to giggle in excitement but to, instead, lay there as if I hadn't heard him.

His left hand had been resting on my hip, but when I didn't answer he slowly caressed up my side. This time, with my back bare, he was touching my skin with some of his fingers. His hands were smooth, not rough like some men's might have been. He worked at home on his computer and did little manual labor, other than exercise.

I didn't react as he caressed my side and then moved in. I could feel him hesitate at the edge of my top, unsure if he should really venture underneath.

He whispered softly, "Abby?"

I could feel his fingers tremble as he moved forward under my top, caressing lightly along the soft skin of my left breast. I knew my nipples were as hard as pebbles and I hoped they wouldn't give me away.

He felt the soft skin, gliding his fingers against me, making my head swim with desire. Finally, he cupped my left tit in his hand.

Feeling my Daddy cupping my bare breast in his palm sent a thrill through me that was only surpassed when he brought his thumb and forefinger together to capture my nipple. Feeling its hardness, he rolled it.

I moaned softly again, immediately upset at myself for doing that, but, this time, thankfully, he didn't stop.

"Oh, Sweetheart," he whispered so softly that he probably didn't even know he had done it.

I did not respond, loathe to take any risk at breaking the spell.

Daddy's right hand caressed my cheek and rested there for a moment. He had done this occasionally in the past as he rubbed my head and so it wasn't out of the ordinary until he dropped his middle finger and lightly touched my lips.

Without thinking, I kissed it. I immediately tried to make it a haphazard kiss so he would think I was doing it subconsciously.

He moved his finger away, but still left his left hand on my tit, rolling my nipple between his fingers.

To my surprise, he pressed his finger against my lips again. This time, I hesitated before kissing it.

He pressed his finger firmly, parting my lips.

I gently sucked and licked at his finger, the pleasure from my nipple seemingly giving me no other choice.

Daddy added a second finger to the mix, letting me suck and lick at them as he continued to stimulate my breast.

I didn't really think about where this was leading, the pleasure from his ministrations and my struggle to make it all seem like I was doing this in my sleep pushed any concerns, or caution, I might have had aside.

Daddy groaned softly, barely audible over the television. He slowly pulled his fingers from my mouth and, then, did the unthinkable. He deftly unbuttoned the fly on his pajamas and allowed his manhood to bounce free.

Holy fuck! I thought as I watched with wide-eyed amazement and shock as my Daddy's cock rose to full hardness, obscenely protruding from the crotch of his pajamas. It was long and thick, blocking most of my view of the television as it pulsed and throbbed directly in front of my face. Shit, it was twice as thick and a couple inches longer that my most endowed boyfriend.

Surprising me again, Daddy pressed a finger to my mouth, venturing inside as if it hadn't left. Then, his other fingers hooked onto his erect phallus and pulled it toward my face. Before I realized what was happening, he pulled the head of his cock between my lips.

It was at this moment, the moment where the situation had gone from letting my daddy feel my boobies to letting him fuck my mouth, where I should have pretended to wake up and put a stop to it. I was absolutely stunned; shocked beyond my wildest imagination that my daddy would have done anything like that to me while he thought I was asleep. I froze as two thoughts raced through my head.

On one hand, if I let him know I was awake and scolded him, our relationship would never be the same. He would never try anything like that again. He would be careful about showing me any affection, always aware I could accuse him of taking advantage of me and get him in trouble. I didn't want that.

On the other hand, if I did nothing, pretended to be asleep and let him fuck my mouth, I would be letting him violate me in a way that nobody should ever be violated. While I wasn't actually asleep, he didn't know that. Surely, he knew he'd wake me up doing something like that; or did he? Did he actually think I'd sleep through that?

I was completely turned on by my Daddy's fingers on my nipples as well as the fact that he found me so attractive that he'd take a risk like that. Still, I should be completely offended at his actions; shouldn't I? Problem was, I wasn't. I actually felt proud of my desirability and impressed at my daddy's bravery.

When I didn't make any move to reject his dick from my mouth, he gently tilted his hips, pressing his cock into my mouth to the neck of his phallus. He pulled his hand from his prick and his finger out of my mouth and pulled his balls up through the fly of his pajamas.

He did taste good, I realized, as I sucked and licked at his cock with the same lazy attention that I had given his fingers. I had never had a thicker or tastier prick between my lips. And gazing at his shaved balls, I realized how long Daddy's dick really was; longer than any I had seen in real life.

I could almost hear the gears turning in Daddy's head behind me as he left his hips flexed and held himself very still. He was probably realizing what he had done and was wondering if he should keep going, I guessed.

Whether I was correct or not, it was in that moment that I decided to encourage him. Why? I simply wanted to.

I took a deep breath and sighed, trying to make it seem as if I was sound asleep, and rolled my head forward a bit. This drove a total of five inches of my Daddy's eight-inch, I estimated, cock into my mouth. I used my tongue against it and suckled at it, making my lips gently writhe and massage him as the head rested at the entrance to my throat. My gag reflex was not very pronounced but trying to take him any deeper would have probably caused me to gag and broken the illusion that I was asleep.

"Holy shit," Daddy whispered very softly to himself.

I tried not to smile at that, knowing he would detect any change to my lips like that. I thrilled at the thought that Daddy liked my mouth so much. I had gotten quite a bit of practice with my last couple of boyfriends. Despite being on the pill, I had rejected more than a few offers of sex in favor of giving them oral pleasure; not all offers of sex, but most.

After a moment, he relaxed his hips and then gently flexed them again, pulling a couple inches from between my lips and then driving them back in.

Any shock or outrage at what was happening evaporated as I became lost in the moment, feeling my Daddy fuck my mouth. My pussy was completely flowered open within my shorts, depositing copious amounts of moisture into my thin panties.

"Abby, are you awake?" Daddy softly whispered as he stopped stroking into my mouth.

Again, I could have said something, but I didn't.

Daddy resumed thrusting up into my mouth. My head resting on his stomach, he gently held my head in place with his right hand as he fucked my face. His left hand produced a constant stream of pleasure from caressing my left breast as he thrust his cock faster and faster up into my mouth.

I sucked and slurped along his pistoning prick while trying to maintain the illusion that I was asleep.

Daddy must have assumed that I was in a deep sleep because, surely, if I woke in the middle of this I'd react pretty violently. So, since I didn't do that, I must have been able to sleep through the face fucking he was giving me.

For several minutes I sucked at his cock, thrilling at the meaty and salty taste of his thick prick as it glided in and out of my mouth.

Daddy groaned with rising passion as his cock expanded between my lips.

I knew what that meant. I considered, one last time, whether to let him know I was awake. I could do that without getting angry or stopping him. I couldn't see a good way to do that which wouldn't cause more trouble than it solved. In my indecision, time ran out.

"Oh shit," Daddy whispered as his cock figuratively exploded in my mouth. A blast of cum, struck the back of my throat. A second landed in my cheek, my head laying on its side as it was. The third simply oozed into my mouth and filled it up.

I swallowed. My low gag reflex saved me from coughing at the one in my throat, the one in my cheek was in a good place, and the rest was almost, but not quite, too much for me to handle. It took a couple of swallows for me to get it all down, his warm seed filling my tummy in the most satisfying, nasty, and taboo way possible. I had just swallowed my Daddy's cum.

He relaxed his hips and his cock quickly deflated between my lips. I let it fall out of my mouth and watched it drop into the fly of his pajamas. He gently pulled his hand from my tit and made sure my top was in place.

I considered, and rejected, saying something, or looking at Daddy. I didn't want him to feel awkward. So, I just nestled down slightly and licked any stray bits of cum from my lips and inside my mouth and swallowed it down to mingle with the load in my stomach. I sighed contentedly.

Daddy didn't move for a long time but then I heard him give a long slow sigh and softly whispered, "I am so sorry, Sweetheart," not expecting me to hear him.

When I cum I get horny for another one, but I knew that when a man comes his head is usually quite clear. So it was that, with the clarity brought by his orgasm, Daddy realized that he had profoundly overstepped a boundary that should never be crossed. Not only did he fuck his daughter's mouth, but he did it while he thought she was asleep.

I wanted to sit up and tell him that everything was alright and that I was awake the whole time, but I was so invested in pretending to be asleep that I hesitated. I didn't know what his reaction would be, but it had to be better than him feeling like he had done something wrong, even though he technically had. As I was coming to realize that I should say something, I ran out of time.

Daddy scooted himself to the side, letting my head down gently with his hands, and stood up.

"Daddy-" I began.

"I love you," he said as he walked out of the room and headed to his bedroom.

"I love you, too," I replied to the empty room.

The next several nights were very awkward. He wore jeans, instead of shorts or pajamas. When Mom went to bed, Daddy sent me to bed too. He was less affectionate in general.

I could see the fear in his eyes. After a while he probably forgot about being scared of what I might know, so, I surmised, he was more scared of himself; of what he might do to me if we were alone again.

I wanted to tell him so badly that it was okay, that I still loved him, and that I actually enjoyed it, but the more time passed the more scared I became. First of all, he didn't want to talk to me without Mom around, so that made it difficult. Then, there was the question of what I would say. "Hey, I know you've been feeling guilty, but I was awake the whole time and it's all cool. Sorry for letting you feel like shit for so long."

Finally, when I was sent to bed again on Thursday night, I came up with a plan.

"Daddy, are you awake?" I whispered into my parent's bedroom.

There came no response.

I had set my alarm to wake me up when Mom left for work. I had waited fifteen minutes after that to give Daddy time to fall back asleep in case she had awakened him. This left me over two hours before I had to be at school and one hour before Daddy normally got up.

Naked, I slipped into the dark room which was illuminated only by the streetlights outside as they filtered through the thick curtains. It was just enough for me to make out his figure in the bed.

He was laying still, breathing steadily.

I approached the empty side of the bed, vacated by my mother, and silently climbed on. I laid down and pulled the covers up, careful not to rouse him.

After a moment I scooted down completely under the covers and moved toward the middle. I could feel his body heat and soon I was at his left hip.

Daddy was laying on his back with his arms across his chest.

I slowly and gently lifted the covers with my head. I couldn't see anything, but I could feel his body heat radiating against my skin and by that I could tell how close I was. I let my left hand reach down and touch his thigh.

He did not flinch.

I glided my hand up to his crotch and cupped his balls for a moment. They were loose and heavy. I then moved to his limp dick. I wrapped my fingers around it, lifting it from its resting place.

Daddy gave no reaction at all.

I slowly stroked his limp prick with my fingers and felt an immediate reaction. Within moments it had started filling out. He didn't get hard as fast as the high school boys, but he made up for it by having a bigger dick.

He groaned with pleasure but didn't wake.

I came in from the side, putting my face directly above his crotch, and lowered my mouth down around his somewhat rampant prick. Warm and soft inside my mouth I thrilled at the feeling of control I had over him as his cock grew between my lips.

"Oh, Allison," he groaned.

Daddy was awake and, in the darkness and the haze of just waking up, he thought I was Mom. That could not have worked out better, I reasoned. Bobbing my head on and off his lap with renewed vigor, I took him as deeply into my mouth as I dared; if I coughed, I could give myself away.

"I like that technique," he sighed. "I can't remember the last time you blew me."

I caressed his balls with my left hand as I sucked strongly at his cock, making sure that he was going to be plenty hard for what I had planned for him next. The air under the covers was a little stuffy and the breeze created by the covers' movement made by my bobbing head did nothing to remedy that.

"Wow," he groaned.

In a single fluid movement, I lifted from his cock, tossed the covers behind me, pulled my right knee close to his hip and thew my left leg up and over my Daddy to straddle him. I knew there was a chance he could realize that I wasn't Mom at any moment, so speed was of the essence. Thankfully, it was still quite dark in the room.

Daddy reached up for me, but I stayed vertical, out of his reach for the moment. My tits were about the same size as Mom's, but I knew they were softer and firmer. He would have realized in an instant that it was me if I let him touch them.

One hand still on his dick, I held him in place and settled my dripping snatch down around his prick. His cock was thicker than any phallus than I had ever had inside of my cunt. I groaned with a mixture of pleasure and pain as I settled my pussy down his shaft as quickly as possible, driving his thick head deep inside of me.

"What the hell?" he groaned through the pleasure. Daddy reached to my hips, ran his hands up my sides, and, almost sitting up, he enveloped my tits in his soft hands. "Abby?"

Well, that didn't take long. I took his wrists in my hands and leaned forward driving his hands back down to his pillow, on either side of his head. As I hooked my feet inside his legs, locking myself down on him, I boldly whispered to him, "Isn't this what you really wanted Sunday night?"

"You were awake?" he asked sharply but softly.

"The whole time," I confirmed. There it was. I had finally confessed, but I had done it with his cock buried deeply inside my cunt. I hoped that would help him to overlook how I had made him suffer all week.

"Oh my god, "he gasped, sounding on the verge of tears despite his cock throbbing inside of me. "I'm so sorry, Sweetheart."

I began flexing my hips, driving his dick a few inches in and out of my tight cunt. Pleasure filled my head and I was hoping he felt the same. I knew he was strong enough to dislodge himself if he really wanted to. I didn't want him to want to.

Daddy groaned and whispered, "What are you doing, Abby?"

I released his wrists, tapped the bedside lamp to turn it on, unhooked his legs from mine, and sat up. Resting my weight fully down on his hips, lodging his man-meat deep inside of my body. "Just sitting on your lap, Daddy," I said loudly and sweetly with a smile. Pressing my arms down against my sides to push my tits forward I rotated my upper body left and right, acting as innocently as I could think of.

His eyes grew wide at the sights and sensations. As the realization of what was happening really woke him up, he scolded, "You are doing more than that, young lady."

I almost giggled at that, but I wanted to put him in his place. So, with a serious look on my face, I shrugged and said, "I figure you used my mouth Sunday night, so I'd use your big dick this morning."

The look of guilt that washed across his face made me feel supremely powerful. At a loss for words, Daddy laid there with his mouth open for several seconds before he finally said, "Oh."

"I love sitting on your lap, Daddy, but what I really love is bouncing on your lap," I told him sweetly as I began moving my body straight up and then dropping back down, bouncing on him despite the fact that he wasn't thrusting back up. At first, I bounced just a few inches but then I began bouncing a full seven inches at a time. When I felt the head of his prick about to exit my cunt, I dropped back down.

As the slapping sounds of me fucking Daddy filled the bedroom, and probably the house, he grunted in pleasure, "Oh my god." Then, after a moment he groaned, "Where did you learn to do that?"

"I've never done this before," I told him. I didn't care what he thought I meant by that. I was sure he knew I wasn't a virgin. One time, I had bounced on my boyfriend's dick, but his was not very long and I couldn't really get a good bounce going. Though, in my room, with my big dildo suctioned to my wooden chair I was able to get something going, but that was nowhere near as good, or comfortable, as this. Besides, that didn't count as actually having bounced on a cock like that before.

Unable to resist, Daddy began thrusting back up into me, groaning with pleasure.

I smiled in triumph and, as we got a good rhythm going, I started chanting in time to the pounding, "Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me, Daddy!"

Abandoning any resistance or pretense Daddy said, "Take it, Abby! Take my cock!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck it! Ahhh!" I shouted as I came, my cunt spasming around his thick rampant prick. I couldn't maintain bouncing on his lap as I had lost control of my legs. I braced myself with my arms straight down against his chest to prevent me from collapsing completely.

Daddy reached down and held my waist in his strong hands. He pushed me a few inches off his lap but then drove his hips up against me, slamming his dick back into me. He did it again and again, faster and faster, until he was hammering the shit out of my coming fuck-hole. "Come for me, Sweetheart," he gasped, out of breath as he worked inside of me.

Though I had already come, to my surprise, it came back, or again, or continued. I couldn't tell if I was having additional orgasms or the original had not finished, but I did know that I was completely engulfed in the red-hot heat of orgasm for, what seemed like, an eternity. "Oh Daddy!" I wailed.

His balls, thrashing against my ass on each stroke, pulled up closer to his body and his dick expanded inside of me, as he groaned in pleasure.

"Fill me up, Daddy!" I wailed during a trough between the waves of orgasms that were crashing over me. I actually surprised myself that I was able to get the words out.

Daddy grunted below me like a great beast as he slowed his stroking up inside of my cunt.

I could feel his warm seed pouring into me. Spurt after spurt of cum filled my cunt. The feeling of his cream inside of me pushed me over the edge into one final crashing orgasm which took all of the energy from me. This time, I did collapse atop his hot body.

"Oh Sweetheart," he groaned softly into my ear as his orgasm passed over him. That, combined with my full weight on him, slowed his hips to random small twitching and then finally to quiescence.

We laid there for several moments, only the sound of our heavy breathing filling the bedroom. Then, finally, I sighed contentedly as I felt his prick deflate inside of me. As it fell from my sated cunt, I whispered into Daddy's ear, "That was amazing, Daddy. I love you."

"I love you too," he whispered back.

"I can't wait until our next movie night," I told him with a kiss and smile.

Daddy groaned, shook his head, and said, "I don't think we should do this again."

I stopped smiling, looked at him seriously, and said firmly, "I wasn't asking; I was telling."

He knew what I was talking about. We knew each other very well. He knew that, no matter what I had just done, it was he who had started the whole thing and, now, he was in no position to dictate what happened next. Despite the implied blackmail, he finally chuckled and said, "Well, you'll have to be a lot quieter than you were just now; with your mother being in the house."

"Maybe I'll blow you every night and fuck you every morning," I told him, smiling again.

"You're going to kill me," he groaned with a smile.

"Okay, maybe every other morning," I offered.

He laughed for a moment. Then, serious, he said, "Now, you can't tell anyone about this."

"Never, as long as you don't stop," I told him.

He sighed and nodded. "I understand. Promise?"

"Promise!" I said with a triumphant smile.​