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(M/F-teen, inc, 1st) *** Pulling into the drive following my Saturday morning golf, I was again required to pull around my daughter’s boyfriend’s car. Granted, I had finished a bit early, but my untimely return still should have had little to do with his complying of my request to park on the street so my parking area was always available. On more than one occasion he has been confronted with that issue, and on more than one occasion he has failed to comply. I have a very low tolerance threshold for idiots and assholes, of which he is more than qualified. My patience was growing ever thinner. I had concluded that he was as obtuse as a garden slug and was ready for Mason to add him to her rather long list of ex-boyfriends. I wanted my parking space back. Besides, as beautiful as Mason is she surely can find someone that isn’t as thickheaded. With Virginia at the hospital with her father, Mason and I were on our own. Mr. Arnold’s health was requiring more and more of his only daughter’s time. Had his illness occurred earlier, it would have placed a hardship on all of us, but with Mason now being seventeen, Virginia felt free to make the 5 hour drive whenever she was needed. With her mother already deceased and her father’s health continuing to decline, her trips were becoming more frequent. I could tell she had been gone for nearly three weeks, as I was getting more than just a little randy. Entering the kitchen, I tossed my keys on the counter then opened the frig for a bottle of water. I was certainly in need of a shower but decided to use the one just off the entryway from the garage rather than track upstairs. At least this way my sweaty clothes would already be near the laundry room. Before taking my shower I walked to the bottom of the stairs and yelled up to Mason to let her know I had returned. "Mason, I’m home! When I finish my shower, we’ll get a bite to eat... maybe at Rustivo’s." I intentionally excluded Todd hopeful he would get the not so subtle implication that he was not invited. I must have caught them off guard for I heard Todd say, "It’s your dad! He’s home early!" That was followed by a lot of rushed movement. I didn’t like what I heard, and my first inclination was to dart up the stairs and burst into Mason’s room. But she is seventeen, and for several years Virginia and I have given her quite a bit of space. Two years earlier Virginia had surmised that it would only be a matter of time before Mason would be sexually active, so she put her on the pill. We had discussed it, but I still wasn’t comfortable. The thought of some teenage boy humping away between the legs of my beautiful daughter created an unpleasant image. But where I am more provincial, Virginia is more practical. Mason was a daddy’s girl. From the time she was born up until now, she was a cuddler. Whether it was running across the living room floor in her shorty jamas or running across the patio deck shivering from too long in the pool, she always headed for my lap. And though she’s seventeen, nothing has changed. When she curls up on my lap now however, she’s a much bigger bundle to hold – tall like Virginia but without the weight. It’s certainly much different holding a young woman in a micro-bikini than it is a six year old, even if she is my daughter. There’s just no comfortable place to put your hands. But that was not a great worry anyway. I had patted and rubbed her legs and bottom so often she was probably as comfortable with my hands on her as she was her own. If I am moved by her charms though, I probably shouldn’t be surprised that Todd couldn’t resist her either. But I didn’t have to like it. Following my not so subtle proclamation that I was home, I went to shower. Disrobing I placed my sweaty clothes with the dirty laundry, set the shower water temp and stepped in. The hot water felt good. Stepping out of the shower it dawned on me that I was in one area of the house and my clean boxers were in the other. Virginia had an old bathrobe hanging on the door. It was much too small and I knew I looked quite comical, but it would do in the pinch. I was only going upstairs anyway. Climbing the few stairs of our split-level home, I proceeded down the hallway toward the bedroom. Passing Mason’s room, the door was slightly ajar so I thought I would peek in. Comical or not, covered or not, I needed to satisfy my curiosity as to whether Todd was still here. He wasn’t so life for me got instantly better. Mason obviously had also decided to take a shower for she was sitting cross-legged on her bed toweling her hair dry. Her robe was tied at the waist but the arm action of drying her hair had opened her robe revealing her entire left thigh and pubic region. Her pubic hair was dark and thick. She was the image of her mother, except her breasts were slightly larger. She may be my daughter, but she is beautiful - simply beautiful. Realizing I had been staring, I turned my eyes away but the image had already been seared in my mind. Looking up she noticed my head sticking through the door. She grinned and after a couple more flips with the towel, tossed in onto the floor. Adjusting her robe she said, "Come in, dad...he’s gone...I know that’s what you’re wondering." Her insight was correct. I did respond but not to her remark about Todd. "Well, I look kind of silly in your mother’s old robe, sweetheart. The arms are too short, the length is too short and it doesn’t go around me very well... I’ll slip on my robe and be right back." I intentionally omitted the info that underneath the robe I was as naked as she was. "I don’t care about that dad... I want... I need to talk to you." There was something solemn and urgent in her voice that pleaded for my attention. I’ve never been able to deny Mason anything, and I certainly wasn’t going to begin at a time I felt she was asking for my attention. So, helpless and smitten by my own daughter, I walked in and sat down on her bed keeping one foot on the floor. Looking at her again I marveled at what a beautiful young woman she had become. I couldn’t help but think how breathtaking she would be when she finally hit her thirties – her prime. By then she would be toned, experienced and confident. To ease down in her valley then would be heaven on earth for some man. Though only seventeen, her 5’8" frame was well shaped. Her 34-C bust looked larger because of her small waist. In several years, she would probably fill out to a D cup. Even though I’m her dad, I still can appreciate her wide hips and well rounded behind. When she was younger she would turn that sweet behind to me and with those mischievous brown flirting eyes say, "See my round butt, dad?" I always responded, "You can thank your mother for that, sweetheart." Virginia’s best features were her thighs and butt; at least that’s my opinion. She always complained that her 39" hips were too big. But to me they were just mouth- watering. I could imagine Mason looking similar to her mother in a few years. Though lost in thought for a few moments, Mason’s voice brought me back to real time. "Dad, I have kind of a... a personal problem." There was uncertainty in her voice so I remained silent choosing not to interrupt. "I’ve thought about discussing it with mom, but I just can’t bring myself to do it. There are times she’s open, but there are other times when she can be so closed-minded and judgmental. You and I have always had something special, so I’ve decided to talk to you. But please don’t condemn me until you try to understand what I’m saying." I wasn’t sure where this was going so I was careful to remain stoic. I just hoped I wasn’t about to hear that she was pregnant. While that wouldn’t be the end of the world, it would be another reason to dislike Todd. It would mean that he was parking his hot rod in the two places that I treasured the most – my driveway and my daughter. "OK," I said, "what’s troubling you? I promise to keep an open mind and not react until you’re finished. I'll give you that. But... if I do that will you do something for me?" Somewhat cautious she said, "What’s that?" "I need for you to listen to any fatherly guidance I might offer. Now Mason, I didn’t say you had to obey, just listen." With that remark I was pretty satisfied that no matter what Mason shared I had myself covered. "OK, I agree," she said. There was a short pause then Mason took a breath. "Dad, as you probably already know, Todd and I have been having sex for awhile. And during the entire time... ah... I’ve...ah..." Mason was really struggling to say whatever it was that was troubling her, but I continued to exercise patience. Then suddenly it was out. "...I’ve never had an orgasm... never... ever." I could sense her relief that she had finally said it. She seemed to be braced for the tirade she presumed would follow. I was numb; this certainly wasn’t what I expected to hear. I felt like I was experiencing an earthquake, but I remained quiet and expressionless – still silent. "My friends talk about them, but nothing happens for me. I’ve tried rubbing myself, but it still doesn’t happen. It feels like I come close, but I just can’t get there." The more in-depth and open she became with her confession, the more I sensed her fright. Rather than just listen to her words, I began to notice other things. Her hands nervously handled the sash that secured her robe, and she shifted from one hip to the other. I could see the tears pooling in her eyes and her lower lip had a slight quiver. This was my daughter and she was having some doubts about her own sexuality as a woman. This was serious stuff for her, and it better be for me! "You probably don’t realize this, but sometimes you and mom don’t completely close the door to your room and I can hear mom groaning and gasping and sometimes screaming all the way in my room. Nothing like that has ever happened to me...and I’m afraid it won’t, ever." Her voice was quivering now, "Dad, I’m scared something is wrong with me. Maybe I’m not normal." Her last sentence broke my heart. Now not only was she crying, but I was crying too. "Maybe I need to see a doctor." Before I responded I took a moment to gather my thoughts and regain my composure. This fear went to the core of what she believed about herself as a young woman. For her to believe she was in someway sexually incomplete was dreadful. No young woman should have to carry this kind of worry alone – especially my daughter! Oh, how I wish Virginia was here. Taking a breath, I began. "Mason, while I had no definitive proof that you were sexually active, I was aware that you were on the pill. Your mother and I had that discussion long ago and felt it was best. We understand the pressures you are under, but honey, also realize that we were not condoning your becoming sexually active. It is simply that we are realists... and... we were young once too." Mason was listening - so far, so good. But I decided to query a little deeper. "Sweetheart, I know this may be uncomfortable for you, but during the times you have sex with Todd, is there any discomfort or pain? Do you hurt?" At this point our conversation seemed sterile, even clinical, so Mason replied, "I did the first two or three time we had sex, dad, but since then it doesn’t hurt at all." Awkwardly then she said, "It feels OK, but when it starts to feel kind of good, it’s over. Todd is finished so I guess I should be too." I had wondered whether there might be some physical problem with Mason, but her answer was more than eye opening. "Mason, do you and Todd spend very much time kissing and touching before you have sex? Does he spend much time caressing you? Now don’t answer me just yet, just listen to me and think about what I’m saying." "Does he spend much time kissing your neck and breasts? Moving his lips from one side of your neck to the other? When you're lying on your stomach, does he ever rub your arms and shoulders and back with his fingertips? Ever kiss and slowly nibble the small of your back? Ever gently bite the sides and back of your neck or let his tongue trail from the base of your neck down your spine all the way to your bottom?" Her words came back in rapid fire. "No, no dad, he never does anything like that?" "Does he ever start at the back of your knees with his lips and tongue and let his mouth search all the way up your legs ‘till her reaches you know where? Do you ever ease your legs apart and let him lower his face to you so he can just inhale your sweetness?" Mason was now visibly stirred and I could see from her expression and heavy breathing that he hadn’t. I had wanted to paint some very sensual mental images for her to process. I wanted her to realize that a person could be intensely sexually aroused without ever being physically touched. That is so important in sex; and I had succeeded. I couldn’t prove it, but I knew Mason was swelling and getting wet. Or as women would say, "She was getting a wide-on!" Looking inside her robe it was easy to see that my sensual images had an effect on Mason’s nipples. Even at seventeen, they were as large as Virginia’s, and her golden brown aureole was larger than a silver dollar. She had her mother’s nipples. She noticed me looking but left her robe open. The dilemma for the artist in painting mental images is that the artist gets caught up in them too. I was hard and completely unsuccessful in hiding it from Mason. But I continued. "There, see what I mean about taking time to set up for your love making? Even language itself can be very erotic and stimulating. Sweetheart, I don’t think there is anything wrong with you except that your partner is a very shallow, self-centered and inexperienced young boy." Sensing I had gone about as far as I dared and looking for a logical way to escape, I noticed large crocodile tears trickling down Mason's cheeks and dripping onto her legs. "This is where I get with Todd and then it’s all over. Please don’t stop. Are you going to leave me like this too, dad?" I should, but I couldn't. At least that's what I told myself. Mason then moved to her knees and came to me. Her robe was open but she made no effort to be modest. Now I was the one that was frightened as I realized what she wanted, she intended to get. What a sight she was! On her knees with her legs parted. Pubic hair dark, thick and moist. Breasts jutting out, firm, her swollen reddish-brown nipples protruding against a golden brown aureole backdrop. They were begging to be sucked. Pleading with me she said, "Daddy, I really need to know." If this had happened in stages, maybe I could have denied my own desires, even fended her off – maybe - but that was not the way she approached me. It was one smooth sultry move. As her lips softly found mine, I closed my eyes and kissed her back, all the while feeling her hand opening Virginia’s old robe. Without the least hesitation her hand touched my stomach then slid down and encircled my dick – softly, up and down and all around she rubbed. Never jerky or unsure, she was gauging me, measuring me, becoming familiar with the cock for which she had plans. Gasping, "Oh, wow! You’ve got a big one! No wonder mom squeals." Her hand continued to softly move over my cock. It was as if she was trying to fuck me with her hand. From my hair to my balls then back to my dick, again and again, she never missed a spot of my crotch. Hers were the actions of a young woman intrigued by the shape and size of a man’s cock. She was learning and loving it. I knew I should pull her hand away, to remind us both how inappropriate our behavior had become then exit her room, but no longer was the head above my shoulders in control. She had me more than hard; I was inflamed and feverish. Feverishly working my dick she said lustily, "This is what I want...and I want it like mother gets it!" Actually it came more as a demand than a request. "Daddy, if there is nothing wrong with me, I want to know it...I need to know it." There was that damn pleading in her voice again. Just when I was about ready to offer some half-baked pitiful excuse and flee the room, she would remind me of her need to know. "Please, please daddy... make love to me... this is what I want... need... like you do mom." Then she came with the cheap shots. "I’ve moved and twisted on your lap, on purpose. I knew when you were hard. It felt good to me, too – that’s why I wiggled and opened my legs, so you could rub me. You never did, but I knew you always wanted to. Well, you can now...I’m not a little girl anymore." I should have gone no further but the combination of her tears, broken voice and young willing body opened the road to her moist tender valley. "Will you hate me for this later, sweetheart?" "Never dad. How could I ever hate someone that loves me as much as you do? You’ve met every need I’ve ever had, and this is just one more. It’s just that it’s different. Besides, it’s not just that I want this; I need this." No longer resisting, I leaned her back on the bed and opened her robe. Her knees were up but only for a moment as she willingly let them fall apart. She was offering me her most precious treasure and without shame. Looking down to her hips it was easy to see she was slick with desire. She glistened like a meadow on a frosty morning. My desire was to slowly lower my lips and taste her – to not rush at her with youthful exuberance, but savor and suck her like a fine wine. But I intentionally delayed; there would be time for that later; I would get to her pussy shortly. This was not about ravaging a pussy; it was about making love to the whole woman – body, soul and spirit. Now removing Virginia’s old robe completely, I felt divested of any connection with her, except for an occasional thought that invaded my mind. But even those could not prevail. The sight of Mason lying naked before me like a flower in full bloom crowded out all other thoughts. Though I had yet to enter her, she nevertheless had consumed me. The stare of her deep brown eyes enslaved me and I was lost in her. She never realized it, but had she simply said, ‘Fuck me,’ I would have been powerless to refuse. I was glad she had no way of knowing how weak I was at the moment. She, like other women, would eventually learn that men are powerless to resist. I was on automatic. Straddling her right thigh, I leaned down and slowly kissed her lips – again and again and again – long, lingering, smoldering kisses. I listened to her breathing and monitored her body language. Her breathing continued to become short, raspy and labored. Desire now controlling her, she reached for me in an attempt to pull me down to her. The father-daughter relationship was no more; our basic instincts now dominated our behavior. She wanted to be fucked and I needed to fuck her. It is absolutely true: "Desire is a powerful aphrodisiac." And we were both strongly under its influence. I ravished her neck, first one side then the other with open mouth kisses, allowing my tongue to caress her skin with each kiss. I knew it was just a matter of time before her hand sought out my cock, and now she had it in hand. Lifting her head she wanted to gaze upon the rigid shaft while she worked it back and forth. Her grip was strong and firm, indicating her need. Desire was fast becoming a craving and she began to move, twist and align her body further underneath me. Kissing my stomach then my navel, she was working her way down my body toward my hard cock. I knew what she wanted. Still on my hands and knees I leaned forward bringing my dick up so she could sample the love sauce, which was already leaking from the inflamed head. She wasted no time and engulfed it with her lips and mouth. It was as if she was hungry and in a rush – needy and starving. Not yet well practiced in the art of oral sex, her teeth were sharp and she was not too careful. But I understood. At this juncture in her life, this was not about pleasing her lover; it was about pleasing herself. So I gritted my teeth and allowed her youthful enthusiasm to chew. Oh, the things a father will do for his daughter. Mason was moaning and grunting and slurping – totally consumed in the joy of cocksucking. But things couldn’t be allowed to continue for a long period of time, no matter how enjoyable they were for Mason. My cock was beginning to feel like it was in a garbage disposal. Virginia could give head and make it feel like I was fucking a cloud. Someday Mason would have that capability, but not today. Had it been more pleasurable, I probably would have given her a full load. Her mouth was eager, but so is a shark. As disappointed as she was, I couldn’t allow her any more practice time, so I withdrew from her even though she attempted to lock her arms around my waist in protest. Sometimes even the most loving father must put his foot down. Despite the soreness, watching Mason so hungrily nurse my cock had been quite stimulating. Looking down at her now, naked, wanton and ready for anything I could bring, I was ready to become more aggressive. The line of forbidden incest was now eradicated. Lying before me a young woman ripe for the taking. I wanted to get my head down between her legs and eat her. Eventually I would fuck her like she needed to be fucked – hard. That was Todd’s failure. As a youngster he hadn’t yet learned that when a woman gets in high heat she wants a hard, bone-rattling, pussy-slamming fuckin’. Was she a screamer like her mother? I wondered. I slid down between her legs and aggressively opened my mouth over her pussy. She was wet and ready, and I had a hunger that gnawed to be satisfied. I could feel the swollen nub that is the beginning of her clit's hood. Her pubic hair was thick but soft against my lips. Little did she realize how erotic I found her rich full bush. And her scent was intoxicating! My sucking was aggressive, lusty and nasty. I knew she needed to feel the suction of my mouth on her in a forceful way. She responded like I thought she would – in long audible gasps and groans – arching her hips. Mason had tried to devour my cock and I knew she needed that kind of reciprocal sexual response. Her hips were gyrating and humping against my face. There was no let- up in her. She was demanding and in full fuck mode – a young woman being allowed to discover the depth of her sexuality while being guided by an older more experienced man. She trusted me, her father, to take her where she needed to go; I had no intentions of failing her. At seventeen she was already awesome, and I dared not think of her full powers that would develop over the next fifteen years. Heaven help the man that would overestimate his own abilities and try to ride her! Lifting my head from between her legs for a moment, I looked at the banquet of womanhood that was proudly on display before me. Only her mother provided me with such an intoxicating sight. The hood of her clit was swollen and like the curtain of a Broadway stage play was parted to reveal the small pink princess on her throne – proud and commanding respect. The outer lips of her pussy were swollen and flowered outward as an invitation to would-be suitors. And the inner lips were also puffy. They were like Sentinels guarding the door to the Queen’s chamber. A man might enter but he will first have to negotiate his way past the guards. Here, less than 4 inches from my face, was the 9th wonder of the world. I am totally mystified why so few men fail to take the time to appreciate the heavenly sight that flowers between a woman’s legs when she is in high heat. Without question it is the sight that has caused many a grown man to weep. I leaned forward and as lovingly and reverently as I knew how, I kissed the sweet, sweet pussy of my dear Mason. In a soft tone I whispered up to her, "Mason... trust me now... let yourself go... don't hold back... I won’t fail you sweetheart... turn your pussy loose and fuck me." Mason was not the only one that was being controlled by sexual craving. My balls were screaming at my brain: "Hey, we gotta have some relief down here! Let’s make a fuckin’ decision – and quick!" Like an addict, I too was consumed with the craze to fuck, but the boys would have to wait. I would get to them, but the pussy took precedence so I plunged my tongue into her again. Pressing in on her valley, liquid love like molasses oozed from her and escaped my mouth and lips. Quickly I fashioned a ladle with my tongue and furiously scooped her hot froth – refusing to allow even one drop of her liquid musk to be wasted. Moving over her entire pelvis and thighs, my foraging was becoming more frantic and hungry. I couldn’t get enough of her fast enough. With each trip around her entrance to heaven, I flattened my tongue and dragged it across the hood of her clit. Keeping my tongue flat, I feverishly tongued her - up and down, forcefully, again and again on her clit. Like a teakettle on an old stove, Mason was beginning to boil. I knew it would not be long before she collapsed and tumbled over the precipice into a dark abyss of orgasm, where only a woman can go. There was no stopping it now. Mason was gasping, a steady stream of moans and cries escaped from her mouth. Her hips rocked; her shoulders rocked; her back arched and her head moved side to side. Her moans were now emanating from somewhere deep within her. In my delirium, I licked down her and across her ass. She exploded! Like a tsunami, her orgasm was swelling and on the move. Again I dipped my tongue into her love channel and pushed as far as it would go, then moving to the inner walls, I licked feverishly. Her taste was even sweeter than Virginia. Mason’s hands now gripped the sheets so forcefully that her knuckles turned white. Her eyes were closed tightly and her heels dug into the bed in search of more traction and leverage as she powered her hips upward smashing her pelvis hard into my mouth. The pace of her upward thrusts increased as I gobbled my way from her soupy caldron up to her clit, latched on to it with my lips then sucked like a newborn on a nipple. She was there! Arching violently upward with such force that both of us were lifted from the bed. Screaming, "Daddy! Daddy!" she went rigid – hips and back still elevated above the bed. It was her first orgasm and was so severe it registered as a category M-9 on the Richter Scale: "great earthquake, great destruction and loss of life." For the longest time it seemed she didn’t move – she couldn’t verbalize - her repeated gasps and groans were the only audible sounds. When finally she did move, it was to allow her hips to relax and slip back onto the bed. Her body continued to shake and convulse – every few seconds her hips again would involuntarily hump and thrust. Her thighs were still very tense and continued like a vise to squeeze in on my head. She was delirious and in ecstasy - a flat line on the EEG – a quivering orgasmic mass of pussy. I thought she would cool, but she didn’t. Her orgasm went on and her pussy remained clamped like a vise. Her eyes were still glassy and her body still had not relaxed. Her gasps and moans were coming in waves. I couldn’t believe the power of her orgasm. There was no doubt now, she was her mother’s daughter. If anything happened to her I was sure going to have a tough time explaining it to Virginia. Finally able to lift my head a bit, I gulped down several much needed breaths of air. But it was futile to think I was going anywhere. Mason’s fingers were securely entangled in the hair of my head and continued to hold me in place. I was nothing but her servant now. With a fresh breath of air, I again powered my mouth to her lava flow. This time I manipulated her tiny princess with circles and flicking of my tongue. Mason again began to thrash about - moaning and tossing her head. It was incredible how she could keep her twisting thighs splayed wide and yet fuck my face with such abandoned heat. Where could she find such energy? I was near exhaustion just trying to hang on. It was clear that another wave of passion was about to wash over her – to overwhelm her in delirium. As she rode it out I hoped and prayed I didn’t suffocate in the process. And speaking of difficult explanations that would sure be a tough one. I could hear Virginia, "Mason, now explain to me again just exactly how it was that your father’s head came to be between your legs." Again she broke the silence sounding so much like her mother. "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! I can’t stop cumming!" And with that said, she again arched her back and slammed her pussy full force into my face. And it was deja vu – screaming, she went rigid. It was then that I realized that Mason, like her mother, is one of those fortunate women that are multi- orgasmic. If she could stand it, I could bring her wave after wave after wave of pure passion. Looking at my daughter under the influence of her own sexual heat, I knew she was powerless at this point. Looking at me her eyes were open but hollow; there was no indication of any brain wave activity. She was consumed by her own sexual hunger and need. Though sweet and precious to me, here was my own daughter greedy to fuck anything or anybody that crawled up between her legs. But at least for now, she was being satisfied and her question was being answered. The reality of it all was beginning to surface in my head – the one that sits atop my shoulders. It was no longer necessary for me to fuck her. I had more than proven that her doubts and fears were unfounded. She had been to the edge of the universe and peaked over. I lifted my head and let it rest on her stomach as both she and I began to step back from the heat of our sexual passion. Her hair was wet and her body glistened with perspiration. I was worn out too. Even the sheets covering the bed were wet. With my breathing somewhat slowed, I opened my mouth and bit her hairy mound, then kissed the same spot. Gently easing down to her pussy again, I softly kissed her still swollen lips; then her thighs; then back to her pussy again. But these kisses were not sexually aggressive; they were the kisses of afterglow. We were exhausted. These were kisses of appreciation – of thankfulness that I had been allowed to be part of something so wonderful. It was nothing short of watching a girl become a woman. For about 10 minutes nothing was said. Then... "Mason?" "Yes, daddy." "Are you alright?" Softly crying now, she scooted down and hugged my neck. "I’ve never been so happy in all my life. I didn’t know it could be like this. At least now I know why mom screams." I chuckled. "Are you satisfied now that there is nothing wrong with you?" "Yes, daddy. I’m fine... the problem is Todd." "Well, maybe you need to let Todd find someone else." Now it was her turn to laugh. "Oh, I realized Todd didn’t know what he was doing even before my first orgasm." I didn’t say anything else; it wasn’t necessary. Scooting up in the bed I propped the pillow behind my neck. Mason crawled over me, straddled me with a leg on each side and lay down. The last thing I remember before we fell asleep was softly rubbing her shoulders, back and butt. My hard dick was nestled up against her moist maple valley, but neither of us felt any urgent need to do anything about it. When I kissed her cheek she was already asleep. "What a Father’s Day!" I thought. Mason didn’t realize it but she gave me the best present ever. I got my driveway back! When Virginia gets back I’m going to fuck her brains out! * * * The following morning at breakfast Mason and I had a long talk. I reassured her of my love and respect, but also informed her that her unusual worry, coming at a critical time in her life, had been the precipitating factor for the events of the past evening. And even though we both would be tempted, there would be no repeat. Though Mason is the younger version, my desire is still for her mother. I would never tell Mason, but she can’t compete with her mother – not in fucking – not yet, anyway. Virginia has a million dollar pussy and the experience to use it. Mason at first protested, but then respected my decision. She was acutely aware of how much I loved her mother. Mason is special in many wonderful ways and some day the perfect young man will come along who will appreciate her uniqueness; and I told her so. Hopefully, she will come to understand that she has some fantastic sex to give some young man, but there should be no more easy cheap samples. I pleaded with her not to give her charms to just anyone – she was too special. To my surprise and now feeling she had nothing to prove, Mason ceased to be sexually active. Two years later while in her second year of college, Mason met and married a wonderful young man that Virginia and I both love. And when they visit he doesn’t park in my spot. But Mason’s last comments on that fateful breakfast morning still haunt me. "Dad, I respect your decision... I don’t like it, but I accept it. BUT... YOU STILL OWE ME A FUCK!" END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 36