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Mat wakes up before Abby, her long, light brown hair spread over the pillow, pouty lips parted as she sleeps. He stares at her for a while, absorbing her chaste face. He ate her out for the first time last night. He’s worried about how much he liked it. She also touched his dick for the first time - the first one she’s ever touched - and he’s afraid how much he liked that, too. He knew she wanted it, had asked several times over the last month, and he finally gave in.
Mat’s only real concern with pressing forward is his own needs. He hasn’t had a very active sex life for the last few years. Abby’s mom was fairly reserved in the bedroom, and he was ok with that. He’s slept with a few freaks in his day. But there’s something different about Abby. When Mat is with her, he wants to please and be pleased by her so much, he’s afraid of the depths his imagination sinks to. He thinks some dirty fucking thoughts about his daughter.
They’re both sexually attracted to each other, and Mat knows it’s wrong, but every time she wants his help he can’t say no. And she wants it a lot. She’s a horny little teenager, and it turns him on too damn much. He’s afraid of how far he’ll want to take it, afraid of losing his composure. Of course he would never hurt her. Quite the opposite. He wants to show her how much he cares for her by doing intensely passionate things to her. To do violently beautiful things with her. To push her to her limits, and once she’s there, dangling off the edge, make her fall in love with it.
He chastises himself for such thoughts, yet at the same time, wants it more than anything. To leech the innocence from her little by little, condition her to want naughty things from him.
Mat sighs aloud. His desires are more conflicting than a snowstorm in July. He wants Abby to push away from him. That would make this so much easier, though he knows that when she does, he’ll miss it. She needs to be with someone that isn’t over twice her age. And yet, he doesn’t want his little girl with anyone at all. He was a teenage boy once, he knows what’s on their mind. She doesn’t need to be dating boys that only want her for her physical appearance. Abby is so much more than that.
Thinking about how amazing she is and how much he wants to please her, he sneaks below the covers, slithering down her already naked body. One of her legs is hitched up as she sleeps on her dad’s bed. He puts his head between her barely parted thighs and carefully licks his daughter’s delicious pussy. She’s already wet with one stroke of his tongue, as if her sleeping cunt wakes before she does. Her softness is delectable, her inner labia delicate yet substantial, clit hardening beneath his mouth.
Abby slowly wakes up, and when she realizes what’s happening, her legs open for him, fingers braiding into his hair. She hums and moans as he eats her, his rough hands gliding along her soft body.
Abby has plans to go out with her friends this afternoon, and he wants as much of her as he can get before she goes.
Waking up to her dad’s mouth makes her instantly aroused. She reciprocates his endearment by humping his face and he encourages it, though they maintain a slow pace. Mat lets her press against his mouth as hard as she wants, his tongue stiff for her pleasure, and soon enough, she has her first orgasm of the day.
Abby lies limp as Mat moves upward, holding himself above her as he gives her a nice long kiss, ensuring his tongue intertwines with hers, letting her taste herself. She smiles beautifully when he finally pulls away.
They eat breakfast together, and when they’re on the couch watching a movie, it begins to snow outside the large living room window. Mat and Abby’s house is on the edge of a small town, a yard of trees separating them from their nearest neighbor. Mat has never been more grateful for the privacy as he moves down and starts eating Abby again. She sits back with her knees wide, playing with her dad's hair, softly moaning as he casually licks her. Mat pushes a finger into her, and Abby moans aloud. Having her clit and g-spot simultaneously simulated makes her writhe, and soon her orgasm overtakes her, washing over her like a wave. She loves that Mat is so willing to give her head now. Since his first time last night, this is his fifth time down there.
Abby sees the bulge in his pants when he comes beside her again. She wants to do what she did last night for him. He sits back and she cuddles against him, kissing his neck. Her hand brushes over the hardness pressed to his thigh, and he hums.
“What are you doing, sweetheart?”
“Just touching,” Abby says, lips on his shoulder. Mat’s instinct is to stop her, and that's only to halt his other instincts. The ones demanding he make her do things to him she doesn't yet know how to do.
“I'm not sure that's a good idea,” he says.
“Don't you want me to?”
“Very much,” he breathes, her light touch already driving him mad.
“Then what's the problem?” Abby asks.
“You just get me so worked up. I'm afraid I'll overwhelm you.” He does overwhelm her, but it's always in a good way.
“I like getting you worked up.” Mat smiles at her words.
“I know you do.”
“Then let me help you,” Abby says, kissing his neck again. Mat groans out a sigh. “Come on dad, let me stroke it for you.” Abby tries to elicit seduction into her voice, and it works better than she expects.
“Fuck… Alright,” he agrees. Mat pulls his pants down past his ass, exposing his raging boner. “There you go, baby. It's all yours.” Abby grins excitedly, her hand gently taking him. He sighs at the feel of her touching his stiff cock. Since she is so eager, he figures now is a good time to give her some guidance. Mat puts his hand around hers, adjusting her grip.
“Hold it like this,” he says, her fingers around his shaft. “Then pull up like this.” Mat shows her the best way to do it. “Don't be afraid to squeeze it.” Abby does as she's instructed, and when Mat takes his hand away, resting on the couch while his daughter jacks him off, he moans.
“That’s good baby, just like that.” He watches her petite hand move on him, her fingertips barely able to touch around his girth. What a sight. Abby at first was too afraid to grab it tightly, but the more she squeezes, the more he likes it. She likes it, too. She's enthralled with pleasing her father, leaning in to kiss him while her hand moves up and down.
“Lick your hand,” he says into her mouth, unable to refrain from making this more dirty than it already is. “It's better when it's wet.”
Abby does as she's told, her tongue running along her palm, then reaches for him again. It's slippery this time, gliding over the ridge of his head and back down, and his reaction is music to her ears.
“Ah yeah, that’s nice,” he sighs, breath picking up. Abby keeps up her motion, giving him the pleasure he's been too polite to ask for. Why wouldn't he let her do this sooner?
“You keep that up, you're going to make me cum,” he warns her, and she moves faster, briefly pulling her hand away to add more saliva. The extra wetness makes him moan.
“Oh god,” he groans, Abby kissing his neck. The muscles in her arm are burning, but she doesn't stop. She is rewarded when Mat pauses beneath her.
“Abby,” he warns, and in the next moment, he cums. She feels his cock throb in her hand, and she loves it. He ejaculates all over himself and her hand and probably the floor. He doesn’t care, too captivated by his daughter.
“Mmmm,” Abby hums, slowing down. Mat pulls her in for a kiss.
“You’re getting good at that,” he says, and she smiles.
Mat cleans up as Abby gets ready to go out with her friends. He repeatedly tells her to be careful driving in the snow. It’s the worst when it’s freshly fallen. He gives her a hug, and she heads out the door.
*
Mat sits in the living room, checking his phone for the eighteenth time. Abby was supposed to be home almost two hours ago. She's never usually late, and if she is she'll call. Mat keeps trying to contact her, but her phone is off. He starts pacing the living room, fearing the worst. She’s out there driving in a foot of snow. What if she wrecked?
It's so quiet in the house he can hear when her car turns on their road. He opens the front door as she pulls into the driveway. Abby knows she's in trouble, exiting the vehicle and walking toward him like a dog with its tail between its legs. She approaches him, sensing his hostility. He's rigid with it, expression disappointed.
“Get inside,” he says quietly. She does what he says. Abby removes her coat and scarf and goes straight to sit on the couch, waiting to be reprimanded as Mat locks the door. He turns to her, crossing his arms.
“If you’re going to be late, what do you do?” he says, and she blinks up at him guiltily.
“My phone died-” she tries to say.
“I thought something happened to you, Abigail.” Mat doesn’t yell, but he deep voice is ripe with reigned in anger, and she hates it. Hates when he’s upset with her.
“I’m sorry, I got stuck so my friends were helping me and I didn’t realize my phone was dead-”
“Go to your room.” Abby is angry that he won’t listen to her. Mat watches her stalk upstairs to her bedroom. He doesn’t like being the bad guy, but if anything had happened to her, he would have lost it. He was about to go out looking for her.
She thinks about this as she changes into her pajama shorts and tank-top, laying on her bed. She knows how much Mat cares about her. That’s the only reason he’s upset. If he didn’t care, he wouldn’t be angry. They’ve had this talk before. He trusts her to be responsible. Part of being an adult is situation management, expecting the unexpected. It’s up to her to figure out how to keep him informed so he doesn’t go crazy like this. She begins to feel less angry and more guilty.
After a while Abby exits her room and tiptoes downstairs. The television is on, though Mat isn’t watching it. She goes behind the couch where he’s sitting and wraps her arms around his neck.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, and he sighs. Crawling over the back of the couch, she sits next to him. “Can you forgive me?” she asks, and he glances at her. He looks away without speaking, and her heart sinks. She wants nothing more than to make him happy right now, and there’s one sure way she knows how to do that. She doesn’t know if it’ll work, but she can’t stand his cold shoulder.
Abby leans forward and kisses his neck.
“I’m sorry, dad.” He shuts his eyes, considering sending her back to her room. “Let me make it up to you.” Blood rushes to his groin at her words. He still doesn’t speak. “Please, daddy.” Her soft lips graze his skin, hand slipping under his t-shirt and running along his hard stomach.
“I’m still upset with you,” he says, though he doesn’t stop her touching him.
“I know, and I want to make it better.” Abby moves over to straddle her dad’s lap, and he leans his head back, trying not to enjoy it. She runs her mouth all along his neck, both sides, slowly moving her hips back and forth.
Abby has never tried to seduce her dad before. Not like this. Sometimes she’ll gather her courage to say something naughty, but only to encourage him, never to persuade him. She doesn’t know if she’s ‘sexy’, if her being provocative will in any way sway him, but she wants to try.
Abby grabs his hands and forces them to slide along her curves, over her waist, up to her breasts.
“Tell me what to do,” she whispers, and Mat sighs. He should send her away, punish her with the absence of his body, but her brash behavior is turning him on more than she knows.
“I’ll do whatever you want.” Mat shakes his head, trying not to feel her taut chest under his hands. “Please, daddy. I want to make you happy.” Mat begins groping her, losing his control. “I want to make you cum,” Abby purrs, and Mat immediately kisses her. She is just as fierce in her response, pulling him closer, rolling her round ass on his lap.
“Do you have any idea how much you worried me?” he asks, lips on her collar bones.
“I’m sorry,” she breathes, loving his hands on her hips.
“Are you going to do it again?”
“No,” she answers quickly.
“Promise me.”
“I promise, never again.”
“You want to make it up to me?”
“Yes.”
“Then get on your knees.” Abby hastily slides off his lap, kneeling before him. He pulls his shirt off, and the sight of his copper skin makes her stomach twist in anticipation. When he pulls his sweat pants down to his thighs, his large dick is already beautifully hard.
“Go ahead,” he says, and she instantly reaches for it. He sighs heavily at her warm touch. “Use two hands,” Mat tells her. She wraps all her fingers around his weight and begins working them up and down. Abby loves pleasuring him, that dark look that crosses his handsome face. She licks both her hands, covering her palms with saliva like he showed her before, then starts stroking him again.
“Ahh yeah,” Mat sighs. This is only her third time touching his piece, but she is a natural. He throbs in her hands as she looks up at him under her long lashes. This is making Abby just as horny.
“You know what would make me even happier?” he says.
“What?” she asks, eager to know.
“If you give it a little kiss.” Mat is surprised by himself. This is going a step further than he planned, but he’s so god damn aroused watching his daughter jack him off, he needs more. Abby is surprised, too. This is something she’s frequently thought about, though she’s been too nervous to actually offer. Now that her dad is asking for it, she wants to do as he says.
Her eyes go to it, gripping the base with both hands. When she glances back up, Mat doesn’t say anything, waiting to see what she’ll do. Finding her courage, Abby leans forward and plants a single kiss on his engorged head. Mat moans. Her stomach flips.
“That was nice, baby.” Encouraged by his words, she does it again. He aches at the sight of her soft pink lips on his aroused flesh. This isn’t so bad, she thinks. She slowly moves her hands as she kisses all around the head, and her dad hums nothing but approval.
“Do you like that?” he asks, and she nods, kissing his shaft. “How about you lick it?” Mat doesn’t know what he’s saying anymore. His cock is speaking for him. Nervous yet determined, Abby sticks out her tongue and touches it to her dad’s fuck meat.
“Oh shit,” he says as she drags it along his tip. “Don’t stop,” he begs, and so she keeps going. It doesn’t have a very strong taste she’s happy to find. Her dad’s dick is very clean. She licks it up and down, and the more he reacts, the more she gets into it. She starts to taste something the more she licks, but it’s not bad.
Mat watches her mop up his pre-cum with her tongue, and he can’t fucking take it anymore.
“Put it in your mouth, baby,” he instructs, and Abby moves her head up to put her mouth right over him. “God damn,” he groans. The texture of her warm lips and tongue is better than every blow job he remembers. He’s had some pretty good ones, but knowing it’s his daughter’s mouth makes this unbelievably appealing.
Mat glides his hands into Abby’s hair, pulling it away from her face.
“That’s good,” he encourages as she tongues his head. “Now suck on it,” he demands, and the sudden suction of her mouth is more than he imagined. Mat moans aloud, holding his daughter’s head in his lap.
She doesn’t know what she’s doing, but hearing how happy she’s making him gives her motivation. She experiments with her actions; suckingTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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