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"Daddy?!"

"Yes honey?"

"Where did my biological mother move to again?"

I groaned, but not so loudly so my daughter would hear me. It was a quiet Sunday. I was in the kitchen, making us some sandwiches for lunch. She was in the living room waiting for me before putting on a movie. This was not a topic I wanted to discuss right now, but I answered her anyway.

"Minnesota."

I could almost hear her roll her eyes. "I know THAT, Dad! I mean where in Minnesota?"

I sighed. "Minneapolis. Or St. Paul. One of the two."

It happened almost five years ago to the day, but there were times the emotional wounds still felt fresh. My ex-wife, Heather, was employed as a personal trainer at a high-end fitness facility in town at the time. Our marriage had been a successful one up until then. We first met in university while starting our degrees, mine in business and hers in kinesiology. We hit it off immediately and became friends, and not long after that were lovers. We married a year after graduation and about another year after that Heather gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, who we named Alison.

For a while we were a happy little family. Unfortunately, with Heather and I throwing ourselves both into our jobs and raising and doting on our daughter, the fire and passion in our romance began to fade away. In a few years we went from having great sex regularly, to good sex occasionally, to no sex at all. I wasn't happy about the downturn in my sex life, but I wasn't about to selfishly complain, as I had more pressing concerns in work and parenthood to keep me occupied.

Just after Alison's 12th birthday Heather came home from work full of excitement; she told me she was hired by the coach of the local big-time junior hockey team to be the personal trainer of the star defenseman. She was happier than she had been in quite some time. I was thrilled for her at landing such a plum assignment, and I told her so. As she smiled at me, I believed the bloom was back on our relationship; we even had an energetic night of fucking afterwards.

But it turned out to be false hope. Heather started working even more hours, putting in shifts to work with the young athletic prodigy, in addition to her regular job duties, and soon it seemed she didn't have enough energy at home to be a good parent, much less a good wife. Alison was at a point in her young life when she needed her mother, but Heather increasingly was not there for her. It was left to me to try and clean up the mess, and it led to some trying times for Alison and me. Towards the end Heather often left at odd times or called during evenings saying she would be late and don't wait up; part of me suspected she was having an affair but I didn't want to believe it.

Unfortunately it was true. The same day the star defenseman, the toast of the town, held a press conference to say he was committing to play major U.S. college hockey at the University of Minnesota, Heather told me she fell in love with the coach that hired her, and who had also been offered a rich contract by the same institution. She planned to leave us behind and follow both player, her star pupil, and coach, her new lover. I asked her how she expected Alison to take the news, and she just waved it off and said I'd find a way to explain it to her, that she had to follow her heart and not let anything stand in her way (not even her own flesh and blood, apparently). I was stunned and enraged at the sheer, cold audacity of it all. I had so much I wanted to say but instead of losing my mind and screaming obscenities at her, I concealed my seething rage and calmly demanded she leave if that was what she really wanted, to leave and never come back.

So she did; in a couple of days movers went through the house to take away all of Heather's personal effects. I asked my lawyer to start divorce proceedings, and with Heather choosing not to contest, I kept sole custody of Alison as well as most of the assets we had accumulated in the years, not that it was a massive fortune. Anyway, the only thing I cared about was keeping custody of my beloved only c***d.

Just like that, Heather was out of our lives.

Even with all the difficulties of the past year, Alison and I both had a hard time dealing with the changes in our lives as a result of my ex-wife's rash and heartless decision. I had to deal not only with my own heartbreak, but with Alison as she struggled with not having a mother in the house anymore. It fell on me to be the sole parent and authority figure, and while we tried to do the best we could to make things work, we both made mistakes along the way. But we loved each other dearly, and that carried us through the most difficult times.

Alison was the light of my life and I was determined to provide for her and give her the best of everything I could. There were definitely some rocky times, but eventually we both recovered and our relationship became stronger because of it. She was my little girl and I was her daddy, and we loved each other very much.

As for Heather, she tried once to reach out to us. Alison picked up the phone one day, about a couple of years ago. After a minute of listening while barely saying a word, I watched my daughter slowly begin to fume, eventually looking extremely angry. I looked inquisitively and she simply put the phone on speaker mode. I heard Heather ramble on nearly incoherently about asking for forgiveness and reconciliation, before Alison yelled, "Fuck you, bitch!" and abruptly hung up on her. I told Alison she should watch her language, she was still her mother after all, but I had a smile on my face at the same time. Rightly or wrongly, I was more than a little proud at my daughter's display of defiance. We never heard from Heather again, and we never spoke of her again.

Until now, that is.

I walked in the living room with our sandwiches and asked Alison, "Why did you want to know where Mom went off to?"

Alison shrugged. "It came up in conversation with Candace, that's all." Candace was Alison's best friend since kindergarten, and as my daughter told me on a few occasions, they have no secrets and tell each other anything.

I let the matter drop without further comment. Alison started the movie, and we ate in silence, she becoming engrossed in the romantic comedy, something that young teenage girls seem to like but did nothing for me, while my mind drifted to those painful memories of the past. About halfway through the movie, Alison shut it off, which shook me out of my funk.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Ally?"

"Can I ask you a serious question?"

"Of course honey, you know you can talk to me about anything you want."

Alison's brow furrowed. "After my biological mother left us, you've hardly dated any other women. Why is that?"

It wasn't the question I expected, nor wanted to hear at this time if I was being honest, so I tried to deflect it. "You can refer to her as Mom, you know."

"Dad!" She rarely referred to me as just Dad unless she was cross with me. "You know how I feel about this. I refuse to refer to that woman by that name! Now," she continued, smirking a little but tapping her foot impatiently, "you are dodging my question. Out with it!"

I sighed again. "Well... well, to be honest, with work and raising you, I never really thought much about dating, it didn't really seem that important to me."

Alison nodded her head. "Do you regret it?"

"Regret what?"

"Not dating."

"In a perfect world, Ally, I would have dated more and maybe found someone else to share my life with. But I made the choices I made because I thought they were for the best for both of us, but especially for you. Sometimes that's all you can do."

"So... you don't resent me then?"

"What?! No!" I was shocked that my daughter thought this was even a remote possibility. I moved to sit next to my daughter and I held her hand. "No honey, don't you ever think that, please! I love you so much and I only want to see you happy. I could never resent you, and I don't regret putting your needs before mine, not even for a second."

Alison smiled, a great big beaming smile that warmed my heart. "Thank you Daddy," she said, and hugged me tightly. "It's just a bit of a shame, that's all."

"What is?"

"That you're not with a woman who loves you. You're such a kind, caring, funny and handsome man that any woman would be so lucky to be with you."

I thought for a second Alison emphasized the word handsome a bit much, but I let it go. "That's so nice of you to say sweetie. I'm sure one of these days I'll find the right woman for me."

"Maybe once I start college you'll start dating?"

"Maybe. Speaking of college," I said, suddenly eager to change the subject, "have you made a decision yet where to go? Not that I want to pressure you or anything..."

"It's OK Daddy. I've narrowed it down to two, I think. Either UBC or here in town at Western. I don't know which one yet though."

"Well that's OK, you still have time to decide. You know I'd miss you terribly if you go away."

"And I'd miss you too Daddy."

We hugged again, and she gave me a quick peck of a kiss on my forehead before turning the movie back on. I remained next to her on the couch, and in a couple minutes Alison rested her head on my shoulder, as she often did when she was younger. I couldn't believe my daughter, my baby girl, was 18 years old and almost ready to go off to college. She was blossoming into a mature young woman.

*****

When I woke up Monday morning to get ready for work, I thought about how Alison had called me handsome yesterday. I looked at myself in the mirror after showering. For a guy just on the other side of 40, I have to say I was pretty pleased with what I saw. I stand an even six feet tall and weigh a trim yet solid 195 pounds. There was barely a speck of grey in my dark hair, which I kept in a neatly trimmed buzz cut. Despite settling into an office job I maintained my good habits from my days as a high school and varsity athlete, so my body was fit and finely muscled, with a barrel chest, powerful arms and defined abs. I even flexed a bit in the mirror to further admire my physique, chuckling a little at my expression of vanity.

I looked down at my penis, still a little hard from "morning wood". It was eight inches long and of above average girth. It certainly was more than enough to please Heather, before... well... all that sordid business. I sighed, disappointed in how I had not known a woman's touch for far too long. Well, maybe my daughter is right, I thought to myself. I am handsome, and I should try to date again once she was in college. I resolved to myself to do this as I went to get dressed and ready for the day.

After another routine day of work, I left to pick up Alison. She texted me to say she was working out with Candace at the health club (NOT the same one my ex-wife worked at, of course!). One of the perks from my job was reduced gym membership fees, and my daughter and I took advantage of that to keep in good physical condition. When I got there I stepped into the cardio section and saw Alison running on one of the treadmills. I waved to let her know I was there, and she smiled and waved back before looking ahead again and concentrating on her run.

I stood in place for the moment and watched her run. Her form was graceful; her athletic, five-foot-five body surely was the envy of many girls and the dream of many boys her age. Her lithe, toned legs carried her forward. Her long honey-brown hair, done in a ponytail, bobbed slightly from side to side as she ran. Her beautiful, angelic face was flushed red from exertion, with beads of sweat dripping from her forehead. Her large breasts, probably a full D cup, bounced exquisitely up and down. Her tight gym shorts barely covered her luscious ass, and from the front that thin fabric was all that stood between the outside world and her tender, tight, teenage pussy.

I had to give my head a shake. What was I doing thinking of my own daughter in those terms? "Dirty old pervert," I chided myself, and went to sit in the common area waiting for Alison to finish. After a while she and Candace came out of the change rooms.

"Hi Daddy," she said, hugging me. She was freshly showered and her shampooed hair smelled of lilacs.

"Hi Ally-cat!" I responded, using my favourite nickname for her.

She rolled her eyes and looked embarrassed. It was quite cute. "Jeez, Dad!" she said, exasperated.

"Aww, that's so cute!" Candace teasingly giggled.

"Quiet, you!" responded my daughter, trying to sound angry but not really succeeding. I laughed even after she shot me a dirty look, I couldn't help myself.

I asked Candace if she needed a ride home. She looked up from her iPhone and said, "Oh, no thanks Mr. MacD, my mom should be here any minute."

With that, Alison hugged her friend goodbye and we left. I was happy to spend time alone with my daughter but I was a little worried that the impure thoughts I had earlier would creep back in.

*****

"How is Candace these days?" I asked Alison after dinner, trying to keep my mind occupied on things other than my daughter's sexy body.

"OK, I guess."

"You guess?"

She paused. "She and Travis have been fighting lately. I think they're going to break up."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"She'll be fine. I think she knew this has been coming, it was just a matter of time."

I nodded, wondering what else to say. I glanced at my daughter; she looked like she needed to say more but I decided not to push things. I figured if she wanted to continue talking, she would. I was right.

"Boys are such jerks!"

I nodded in understanding. "Like Travis?"

"Yeah, and... ugh, Kenny!" Alison exclaimed and shuddered at the mere thought of her former boyfriend. I remembered her coming home the day of their breakup, her face red and puffy from her tears. By the time my sweet, vulnerable daughter was done crying and explaining how he'd mistreated my baby, I wanted to go find this punk Kenny and teach him a lesson.

Alison continued. "It's just the same thing like with Kenny! Travis keeps hassling Candace for sex, even though she keeps telling him she's not ready." She fumed at the very thought of Travis's transgression.

Perhaps I should explain something here. My daughter and her best friend made a vow with each other to not give up their virginity unless they found the right person. This wasn't like one of those virginity pledges encouraged by some of those slightly crazy fundamentalist religious groups you occasionally hear about, but just a simple promise between two young women and forever friends.

Now, I wasn't so naïve as to assume my daughter had never undergone any sexual experimentation at all. I did have to have a couple "birds and bees" type conversations with her, because she was curious and had questions like any teenager would. Hell, I even insisted she use birth control pills, just in case, an instruction she accepted without hesitation. In any case, I was proud of her choice to not rush into a major decision for a young woman, especially when the consequences of a wrong choice are enormous.

"Boys are like that sometimes", I replied. "They can be selfish creatures. I should know, I was immature at that age."

"Why are they like that though, Daddy? Sometimes it just seems boys are so... stupid!"

I tried to defend the honour of my gender, though in this case it felt like it would be a losing battle. "Honey, boys are excitable and want to experiment, so they often act without thinking. We don't have the experience at that age to know the right thing to do. Some boys never grow out of that, but most do, and I do have to say most boys your age seem to mean well and be generally well-behaved."

My daughter shook her head. "I'm tired of boys! When I'm ready for sex, I want it to be with a man. A real man! A man who knows what he is doing and knows how to make a girl feel special. A man who will make the night unforgettable. A man who cares about me and loves me."

"Well, I'm sure you'll find the perfect man someday, Ally. One who is just right for you."

"But how will I know? How can I tell if someone is the one?"

"That's a difficult question to answer, I'm afraid."

"Just try, OK daddy?"

"Well," I sighed, "there's no simple or magical answer. You just know. You feel it deep down in your gut, with every part of your being."

"Did you feel that with... with you-know-who?"

"Yes. I honestly did."

"But she couldn't have been the one. She left you... she left us."

"What can I say, Alison? Things change. People change. In life there are no guarantees."

Alison grew silent, trying to absorb this information and make sense of it all. I tried to lighten the mood. "All this love and sex stuff, it's complicated, ain't it?"

"It sucks!" Alison pouted.

"You're telling me!" I laughed, but then I quickly stopped laughing when my daughter gave me one of those burning, OMG-this-is-serious-what's-wrong-with-you looks.

"Come here, Ally," I said. She did and I gave her a comforting hug, the darker side of me unable to ignore her budding womanhood and the smoothness of her skin. I shifted my position until I was reasonably sure Ally couldn't feel or otherwise notice my growing hardness.

Finally I said, "I know that as a young lady you are struggling with how to deal with love, life and your sexuality. They are really complicated issues. I wish I could tell you that dealing with these issues gets easier as you get older, but it doesn't. All I can say is you are a good person, Ally, a wonderful young woman, and good things will come to you because of that, I really believe that. And you know that any time you need to, you can ask me for advice, and I might not have all the answers but I'll do my best to help you, even if all I can do is be a sounding board or a shoulder to cry on. OK?"

Alison just nodded and gave a small, weary smile. She still looked like she had a million different questions she wanted to ask, but she said no more. I wanted to say or do something to make her happy but I was out of ideas. I hoped it was nothing more than just one of those teenage angst-y moments. She hugged me tight, burying her face into my shoulder and pressing her large, firm breasts into my ribs. Then she got up, yawned and stretched, her pajama tops rising enough to expose her bare, toned, tight little tummy. Again with the dirty thoughts... this wasn't healthy!

"I'm tired, I think I'll go to bed now. Good night daddy."

"Good night sweetheart."

*****

(I'm running down a country dirt road, playfully chasing a pretty young woman. I can only see the back of her, but I know she is very pretty. I can hear her laughing and daring me to catch up with her, but I can't quite recognize the voice. Every time I get close to her, she pulls ahead, leaving me tantalizingly out of her reach. I've been running for what seems like a very long time, but I'm not tired at all.)

(Instead I accelerate to a full sprint, and I finally catch her, sweeping her off of her feet in mid-stride. I lay her down gently and start kissing her all over, removing her clothes as I go. I'm so wrapped up in her sexy body and her moans of pleasure I don't really notice her face. I rip off my pants as my erect cock springs free. I line it up to her pussy. I can hear her begging me to fuck her. The voice sounds... oddly familiar. I look up, my eyes traveling from her hairless pink pussy, to her ripe breasts, until I reach her face and find myself staring directly into the eyes of Alison...)

(Alison?!)

I immediately sat bolt upright. Sweat dripped down my face and back. The only sounds I could hear were my heavy breathing and my heart jackhammering in my chest. Worst of all, I had a raging hard-on so fierce my balls were aching. I never have dreams that vivid that I can remember, so that was strange enough. But dreaming about fucking my own daughter? That was deeply troubling. I tried to convince myself that it was no big deal, that I really hadn't dreamed what I thought I did. I lay back down, trying to fall asleep again. It was no use. I stared at the ceiling for three hours until the alarm clock went off.


Two weeks passed since that first dream. Every night since, I had similar dreams, all of which featured me either about to fuck, or actually fucking, my daughter. During the days I could barely look at Alison without getting aroused. The grace of her walk, the cute way she scrunched her face and tapped her pencil on the table when she was working on a math homework problem, how her smooth skin and toned muscles moved as she walked, how she balanced on the tiptoes of her delicate feet as she stretched up to reach a glass from the top shelf of the kitchen counter: where once these things just made me proud of my little girl, now they made me horny.

Evenings were the worst. After dinner she would inevitably change into her pyjamas, which were really tight spandex shorts or lacy, boy-cut booty pants, and either a camisole shirt or a sports bra. She was comfortable wearing relatively little around her dad, because why wouldn't she be? It's not like he was some old lech who would ogle his little girl, right? Ha, if only she knew.

I found myself stealing glances at her when I could get away with them, marveling at the hard nipples topping her big round boobs and poking through the thin material of her tops, how tight the bottoms hugged the soft curves of her delectable ass, even sometimes getting a quick glimpse of her crotch, painfully aware that only an inch of fabric, maybe less, shielded her precious jewel from me. I knew it was wrong and I felt so dirty, but I felt compelled to do it anyway. Here I was, Alison's father, charged with, first and foremost, protecting her from evil, yet with my lewd thoughts it was clear my toughest job would be to protect her from myself. My mind swam with desire, shame, lust and guilt, and I thought more than a few times that this must be what hell was like, to want what I could never have.

*****

When the next Saturday came around, I was out for much of the day, first working out at the gym and then doing some grocery shopping and other errands. Alison would often accompany me on these trips but declined this time, saying she had a school project she needed to work on. As much as I love spending as much of my free time as possible with my daughter I welcomed being alone this time. I hoped that being out of the house and having a list of tasks to accomplish would help give me perspective and clear my head of the turmoil I had recently found myself in.

I returned home and put the groceries away, energized with my productive day. "Ally!" I called out. No answer. I checked around the house to look for her. She wasn't upstairs, so I started my way down to the games room in the basement.

I stepped down two stairs before I stopped, frozen where I stood.

Alison was not facing my direction, so I didn't think she could see me, but her body was in full view to me. She had a tight t-shirt on but not much else. Her pants were temporarily discarded to the side, and she had only what appeared to be very small and thin yellow panties covering her private parts down below. Her right hand was down those panties, rubbing and circling her pussy. Her left hand was up her shirt, caressing one of her breasts and teasing her nipple. She was softly sighing and moaning happily from her self-administered pleasure.

Had Alison not heard me get home? What was she doing taking a chance masturbating in a place where I could easily walk in and find her? Those were questions I should have been asking myself. Instead my cock grew hard and thick, straining against my jeans, as I beheld my beautifully luscious baby girl play with herself. What I knew was that I should go back upstairs, right now if not sooner, and forget what I saw; what I wanted was to run downstairs and fuck my daughter until she screamed my name in ecstasy while I filled her virgin pussy with my hot sticky seed. I did neither of those things; I was simply rooted to the spot, watching the erotic show unfold before me. Then I heard her say softly, "Oh Daddy!"

I was terrified. Had she seen me? Heard me? I kept watching, fully expecting her to stop and cover herself and be totally embarrassed at being caught. Not only did she not stop, if anything her intensity increased. Faster and faster she fondled herself, getting closer and closer to orgasm. Now I was horny AND confused. Just when I thought I could finally move again, I heard my daughter, my sweet little Ally, whisper these words in so quiet a voice, yet they rocked my world more than the loudest scream.

"Oh Daddy, please make me cum, I need you so bad!"

I nearly fainted and blew my load at the same time. My knees almost gave way and I choked with panic, certain I would do something stupid to give away my location. By some miracle it appeared I would get away with my voyeurism. Alison softly squealed and shuddered as her orgasm took hold. Soon after, she fell asleep, with what looked like a satisfied little grin on her face. I stayed where I was for a couple more minutes, watching Alison's chest slightly heave up and down as she slept. When I was sure she wouldn't notice me, I practically ran to the upstairs bathroom and furiously masturbated. I then went to my bedroom and flopped on my bed to wallow in my disgust.

*****

The next weekend was a long weekend, and Alison had plans to go to a cottage with Candace and some other friends. We said our goodbyes on Friday evening. I hoped she was careful and didn't get into trouble but I was secretly glad for the break. I was having a hell of a time keeping my composure around her lately, what with my lurid dreams and fantasies of deflowering my daughter. And the erotic show she had inadvertently put on for me only complicated things. It was all part of a fantasy for her, just part of the process of understanding her own body and sexuality, right? Had to be! There was simply NO WAY she actually wanted to have sex with her father, right? I wasn't sure of that. I wasn't sure of anything anymore. Except for one thing. This cannot happen. This WILL not happen. I will not give in to my basest instincts and seduce my daughter. No way. No how.

I took advantage of the long weekend to do some much-needed projects around the house. It felt good to get out in the warm spring air, get a bit of a sweat going and make things look nicer. I was just finishing cutting the lawn early on the holiday Monday when, much to my surprise, a car pulled into the driveway and out stepped Alison and Candace.

"Hey girls, I didn't expect you back so soon. How was the weekend?"

Candace said, "It was fun, Mr. MacD."

"Yeah, Daddy," Alison chimed in. "We all had a good time but we were all pretty tired so we decided to head back home early."

"Well I'm glad you enjoyed yourselves. Candace, do you want stay for a bit, have a Coke or something?"

"Thanks but no thanks, Mr. MacD, I need to get home and have a nap."

So we said our goodbyes and left, and once again I was alone with my daughter. My sexy daughter. I could already feel a stirring in my damned cock.

"Looks like you've been working up a sweat Daddy. Come on in and relax. I'll get you a cold beer!"

Was that a hint of teasing I heard in Alison's voice? "Thanks Ally, a beer sounds great about now."

I walked behind my daughter, scolding myself but unable to look away from her ass seductively swaying right in front of me. I sat on the couch and took the beer Alison handed me. It went down so good I drained it in a few quick gulps.

"Wow, you have been working hard! That went down like nothing!" Alison exclaimed as she sat down next to me.

"Yeah, yard work always makes me thirsty. Thanks for getting me the beer, I'm pretty sweaty right now, so I'm going to jump in the shower."

"Wait, Daddy! You must be tired and sore from all that hard work. Let me give you a massage first!"

All sorts of alarm bells went off in my head, telling me this was a terrible idea. "Oh I don't know Ally, you don't want to be too close to me right now when I'm so grimy..."

Alison didn't listen. She was already behind the couch, massaging my shoulders and neck. Damn if it didn't feel good! "That's OK Daddy, I don't mind, in fact I kind of like it when you smell all manly!"

The massage was sensuous and relaxing. Against my better judgement I found myself surrendering to her touch. Slowly, almost without my noticing, Alison slid her hands down a little further, to my chest and abs. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the swell of her breasts outlined in her tight t-shirt.

"Mmmm, you're so strong, Daddy! I love the feel of your big, hard muscles. Are you enjoying your massage, Daddy?" Her voice was sweet and lilting, nearly putting me into a deep trance. I found myself only able to moan in response. She moved around front to face me, working her magic on my legs. It barely registered with me that by now she could see the tent in my shorts as my traitorous cock swelled and throbbed.

"Ooooh Daddy, you must be really enjoying this. I'm so glad I can make you feel so good. Poor Daddy, you look so stiff down there. Let me help you with that..." With that, she rubbed her hand over my pulsating erection, sending shivers throughout my body. She gently pushed my shorts down and gripped my member. Her delicate fingers just did fit all the way around. She started pumping my cock, moving her hands up and down the shaft. She was giving me an incredible handjob...

Wait, I thought... holy shit MY DAUGHTER IS GIVING ME A HANDJOB!

I leapt up, frantically pulling up my shorts and backing away, as frightened as I'd ever been. "God, Ally, what are you doing?!" I yelled.

"Daddy, what's wrong? Was I doing something wrong?"

I was incredulous. "What?! Are... are you serious?!! You're not supposed to touch me like that!"

Alison looked deep in thought for a moment, like she was seriously thinking about the consequences of just what she had done. Then she started to cry. "Oh god Daddy, you hate me right now don't you?!"

"No... no honey that's not it at all! But... I mean... holy shit!"

She screamed, "No it's true Daddy, you do hate me!!" She ran to her bedroom, locking the door behind her. I knocked on it a few times, pleading with her to come out so we could talk about this. She only continued to cry in great big heaving sobs that nearly destroyed me. I slumped my shoulders, cursing my still semi-hard cock. I went to the fridge, grabbed another beer and drained it. Then another. And another. Then I went to the whisky.

*****

I woke up to the alarm at 4:00am with a blinding headache. With the intense pain and my morning fog I couldn't remember why I had to get up so early. Then I remembered; yesterday morning I set my alarm very early because I had a series of business meetings out of town this week and an early flight to get to my destination. But why was I so hung over?

Then the events of yesterday came flooding back to me. I groaned, wondering just how things had managed to spiral so badly out of control.

Somehow I managed to be ready in time, even with the suffering brought on by my hangover. By the time the taxi arrived to pick me up it was still too early to wake Alison and have the kind of discussion we desperately needed to have. I left her a note reminding her I'd be away, some instructions for the week, and ended it saying I loved her. It would have to do for now.

The week went by agonizingly slowly. Thank goodness I hadn't scheduled my first meeting until well in the afternoon that first day, it gave me just enough time to recover. I was able to perform my work duties without too much difficulty, but I was more worried about Alison than anything else. I tried several times to contact her, to no avail. I was worried sick. Finally I got a hold of her on Thursday night.

"Ally! I'm so glad to finally talk to you! Are you OK?"

"I think so. Are you OK with me? You don't hate me, do you?"

"Listen honey. What happened that day scared me very badly. Because of that I probably over-reacted. I don't hate you, Ally. I could never hate you."

There was a pause on the other end. "I didn't mean to scare you Daddy. I'm not sure what happened, to be honest. I'm sorry, can you please forgive me?"

"Yes honey, I do forgive you. But we really do need to talk about what happened. As adults."

"Yes, OK. I agree. As adults." I was relieved. She was sounding less like a scared little girl and more like a mature young woman.

"Well I need to go now but I should be home at about 6:00pm tomorrow. I'll see you then?"

"Yes Daddy, I'll be home tomorrow to meet you. I can't wait. I miss you."

"I miss you too. Bye Ally."

"Bye Daddy."

*****

Both the rest of the business trip and the flight home were uneventful, for which I was very thankful. The taxi dropped me off at my house at about 6:15 in the evening. I was glad to be home. I was a little nervous about the talk I had planned with Alison, even though I'd rehearsed how it would go in my head a hundred times during the trip home. I knew what had to be done though, and, despite my own struggles to contain my attraction to my daughter, I was confident we'd both put this incident behind us forever and carry on as before.

I walked in the front door of the house. "Ally?! I'm home!"

I heard her voice, slightly muffled, from down the hall. "Hi Daddy! I'm just in my bedroom getting changed. I'll be out in a few minutes!"

"OK honey!"

This gave me enough time to dump my luggage in my bedroom and quickly change out of my business suit into jeans and a t-shirt. I went back to the living room and sat down to read the newspaper. Several more minutes passed by. Alison seemed to be taking an awful long time to get changed.

"Ally, what are you doing in there?"

"Patience, Daddy! I want to look nice for you after you've been away all week."

"That's OK, honey, it's really not necessary."

"Dad! Don't be silly, why can't a daughter dress up nice for her daddy?"

I sighed. No sense arguing about this any further, I thought to myself.

Finally I heard the bedroom door open. I had my head buried in the newspaper so I didn't see her walk out at first. I carefully folded the paper and started, "OK Ally, about last weekend..."

Then I looked up. And I could not believe what I saw.

Alison was a Victoria's Secret model come to life. She wore a white babydoll lingerie ensemble. The lacy, see-through overgarment did little to conceal her flat stomach and the curve of her hips. The plain white bra accentuated her pert, ample breasts. Her panties were scandalously tiny, a mere scrap of fabric covering her sex. She did a little pirouette in front of me to show me how little the panties hid her succulent ass from view. Her bare legs were smooth, lean and long. My little angel was built for sin, and it was enough to give a father a heart attack.

"Oh Ally, what are you doing?" I asked, placing my hands over my eyes as a shield from the temptation in front of me.

"Daddy, please look at me."

"Honey, you really need to get changed..."

"Daddy." Her voice was quiet and calm, yet so insistent, attacking my defences. She gently took my wrists and pulled my arms to my sides. "Look at me."

I looked at her, amazed at her incredible beauty. I was already uncomfortably hard.

"Do you think I'm pretty, Daddy?"

No matter how I answered this question it was trouble, so what else could I tell her but the truth? "Alison... you are more than just pretty. You are beautiful. So, so beautiful."

"Thank you Daddy." She smiled radiantly and sat down beside me, gently brushing her finger tips across my arm, giving me goose bumps. She leaned forward and kissed me briefly on the lips, all the while still stroking me. God she was so fucking hot! I had to resist but I wasn't sure if I could.

Alison locked her eyes on me, like she was looking into my very soul, and said, "Daddy, you always know the right things to say to make me feel special. You provide for me, protect me and make me feel safe. You love me like no other boy or man can. And you are one sexy stud! That's why I'm giving myself to you, Daddy. I want you to be my first. Please, take my virginity and be my lover."

I knew it was building to this, but it was still shocking to hear my daughter say those words. I gulped audibly and replied, "Ally, I love you so much, but this cannot be. You can't ask me to do this."

"Why not?"

"i****t is wrong, Ally. A father can never take his daughter to his bed and claim her as his lover. It's unnatural. It's wrong."

"But it can't be wrong Daddy. It feels so right! Besides, you even said so yourself."

"Alison! I did no such thing!"

"Oh, but you did, Daddy, in a way. You said I'd find the right man someday. And I have found him, it's you. You said I'd know deep down when I found the right man. And I know it and feel it with everything inside me, it's you. And you said last night we needed to talk about this as adults. Well I'm saying this as an adult woman, I want you to make love to me!"

How clever she was, to use my words against me. I was dumbfounded, unable to respond.

Alison now leaned against me, making sure I could feel her boobs pressed against my chest. She whispered in my ear, "Besides, I know you want me too."

And of course she was right. Had I not been dreaming of her, fantasizing about her, leering at her like a filthy creep? I could not ignore my base desires any longer. "Ally, I can't lie to you. I have watched you become a sexy young woman, and I've been without a love of my own for so long, I couldn't help but think what it would be like to touch you, taste you and make love to you. But that's no excuse. It's wrong for me to look at you and think of you in this way. I'm sorry Ally, I shouldn't have been doing that, I've not been a very good father lately."

She smiled and continued to whisper seductively, all the while trailing her fingers across my arm and chest, those light touches enough to drive me to the brink of madness. "I know you've looked at me differently lately, like a woman instead of just your daughter. I didn't know what to think at first, but I grew to love it, you made me feel so pretty and special. I started to wonder what it would feel like if you touched me. I wanted it so badly but you're such a good father, too good actually, I wanted you to forget you were my father so you could fuck me."

I reeled a little at the boldness in her words, but she was wanton with both love and lust for her father now, and she would not be denied.

She smiled, knowing the effect she was having on me and luxuriating in that feeling. "Daddy? Remember when you watched me play with myself?" Her voice was breathy and dream-like, but her words made me sit up in shock, images from two weekends ago of her masturbating and urging her Daddy to make her cum flooding back in my mind. So she had seen me after all.

Alison giggled. "Don't be upset, it's OK Daddy. I wanted you to see me. It was so exciting to know you were watching me, but what I really wanted was for you to run downstairs and fuck me. That's why last week I decided I had to take things in my own hands!"

With that she removed my shirt and undid my jeans. I was powerless to stop her. I even lifted my butt off the seat so she could more easily pull my jeans off me. She knelt down before me and freed my throbbing dick from my boxers. She looked up and said, "Now then, how about I finish what I started?" Then she softly, teasingly, licked my hard-on from tip to stem, before enveloping it with her mouth.

What a sight before me, something I thought I'd never see in a million years. My daughter, my pride and joy, going down on me. She took as much of me in her mouth as she could, sucking me up and down, sometimes speeding up to take me to the edge before backing off, trying to prolong the pleasure. It was the best blow job I ever had.


"God, Ally, you are going to make me cum!" I growled.

She took my cock out of her mouth, pumping my saliva-coated shaft with her hand. "Good, Daddy, I want you to cum. I want to taste you." She put her hot mouth over my cock again, blowing me for all she was worth, her tongue dancing all around my purple head. It only took a couple more minutes before I could hold out no longer. I yelled out loud as my massive orgasm erupted, and I blasted jet after jet of cum down my daughter's throat. Amazingly, Alison continued to suck and milk all the seed out of my cock. She tried to swallow everything I had to give her, but some of it spilled out and coated her pretty face.

I was in heaven. I hadn't had an orgasm that hard and satisfying in years. My libido had completely taken over, and I knew I simply had to give my daughter the same kind of pleasure she had given to me.

After using my shirt to clean off her face, Alison planted delicate, feminine little kisses up my stomach and chest as she stood up. "I bet you liked that, Daddy. I know I did."

"Liked it? Ally, I loved it, you were incredible. But I'm afraid to ask you just how you got so good at that. Do I really want to know?"

She giggled, still the sweet tone of seduction in her voice. "A woman has to have some secrets, Daddy."

We kissed, our first proper kiss as lovers. Her lips were soft and pliable. Our tongues intertwined, and I could taste a little bit of my cum on hers, a sensation I found oddly thrilling. As we came up for air she said, "I love you Daddy."

"Ally, I love you so much," I answered. "You'll always be my daughter, my little girl. But tonight baby, I'm going to make you a woman."

Her upper lip quivered, and a single tear ran down her face. I took her by the hand and led her to my bedroom. I sat on the edge of my bed and admired my daughter's ravishing beauty. I said, "Oh, my sexy, sexy Ally-cat. I love how you look in that outfit, but I really, really want you to take it off for me."

Alison slowly removed the lace overgarment and her bra. I caught my breath at seeing her fabulous breasts in their glory. She turned around and bent over as she wiggled her panties, giving me a full view of her sweet rear end. She turned around again to face me, and I saw her mound was bare other than a small strip of hair directly above her slit.

"Wow," I said. It was all I could say, really, otherwise I could only admire the pure, womanly perfection that was my daughter, standing in front of me, and naked as the day she was born. Alison said nothing as she smiled, enjoying my obvious arousal and admiration of her sexy body.

I motioned her forward and we kissed again. I ran one hand through her silky hair and let the other roam down her body, cupping a firm buttock. After a minute I broke our passionate kiss and patted the mattress and said, "Lie down on the bed for me, honey."

She did so and asked, "Are you going to fuck me now, Daddy?"

"Patience, dear Ally. I want to taste you first."

I softly nibbled on one of her earlobes, kissed my way down her cheek and nuzzled her neck. She sighed softly in delight. I continued down to her gorgeous breasts. I kissed all around the top and bottom of her right breast, then took as much of it as I could in my mouth. Her nipple stood up straight and hard, and I teased and flicked at it with my tongue before sucking and gently pulling on it with my lips.

"Oh god Daddy, that feels so good!" she said.

I focused my attention to her left breast now, treating it with the same reverence and attention as the other. I spent several minutes on her boobs, making Ally squirm with pleasure. "Daddy, please," was all she could say, urging me for more.

I left my own trail of kisses down her hips and stomach, even giving her cute belly button a lick which got a giggle and a "Daddy, that tickles!" from Ally. I then moved further down her body, planting several kisses on her pretty little feet. I felt her soft, smooth legs, softly kissing and licking her inner thighs, all the while drawing soft moans of pleasure from my daughter. I continued until my face was directly above her pussy. I could both feel and smell her arousal; it was a sweet, exhilarating scent. With both my hands now massaging her butt cheeks I teased her some more, kissing and licking all around her pussy without actually touching it. Ally was like pudding in my hands now, and I realized just how much I missed the powerful feeling of driving a woman wild with desire before pushing her over the edge.

"Daddy! Stop teasing me and lick my pussy!" The desperation in her voice was unmistakable. I could feel a wicked little smile across my lips.

"Now, now, I know I raised you better than that, little girl. Just where are your manners?" I tenderly blew soft puffs of air on her now overheated and very wet pussy but went no further.

"I'm sorry Daddy, I'll be a good girl. Please lick my pussy, I need it so badly. Pleeeeeeeeeease?"

"Well... since you asked so nicely..." With that I gave my baby girl a long, slow lick of my tongue from the very bottom to the very top of her pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh yesssssssssssssssss!!" she screamed. A few more licks was all it took before she screamed again. "I'm cumminnnngggggg!!" Juices flowed from her pussy and I lapped up as much as I could. She tasted so tangy and sweet I knew I couldn't stop at one. Thankfully she couldn't either.

"Please don't stop now Daddy, it feels so good!"

I spread her lips and devoured her sex, licking her, nibbling her lips and slightly penetrating her with my tongue. She bucked and writhed from under me, her body craving further release. She put her hands on the back of my head in an attempt to pull me in closer and deeper inside her. I continued to lick and suck and lap up her juices as she was now practically riding my face. Her clit now came into view, a cute, engorged little button. I flicked at it just a couple times, but it was enough for Ally to react as if hit with a current of electricity.

"OhmyGOD!!!" she cried out.

"Good girl, cum now for Daddy." I licked and sucked at Ally's clit until she arched her back and the rest of her body went ramrod straight. She let out an ear-piercing scream – "YES DADDYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!" – and all of a sudden a torrent of juice burst forth from her pussy. She drenched my face as I drank and swallowed what I could. Her nectar was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted.

I lay down next to Ally. Her eyes were still closed and her breathing heavy as she tried to recover from what I can only imagine was her most intense orgasm ever. After a minute she looked at me, her eyes wide in wonder. We kissed again, and I delighted in how she could taste a little bit of herself on me, returning the favour which she gave to me earlier.

She hugged me tight and said, "Damn, Daddy, that was incredible! How did you...?"

I put a finger to her lips, shushing her. "Men can have secrets too."

We both laughed. We kissed some more, gently at first before her passion picked up and she took my face in her hands and parted my lips with her tongue. Ah, the recuperative powers of youth, I thought. Then I thought some of that must have rubbed off on me as I felt the blood rush to my cock, making it harden and grow.

Ally broke our kiss and looked at me with both love and pure sexual hunger deep in her eyes. "I love you so much Daddy, I want you inside me, please."

Momentarily, my paternal instincts couldn't help but take over. "Baby, I have to ask... you're still..."

"On the pill?" Ally replied, reading my mind. "Yes Daddy, I promise I am. Now please fuck me!"

"My, you have a dirty mouth, my Ally-cat!"

She playfully slapped my chest. "Oh come on Daddy, you know you love it."

"Damn right, baby!" I growled.

Alison spread her legs and used her fingers to spread her pussy lips open, revealing her precious jewel to me. I lined my once-again hard-as-steel rod with her pussy. I gave her one last look and she gave me a slight nod and chewed on her lower lip, an intoxicating combination of vulnerability and sexuality. No turning back now.

I pushed in, ever so gently. She felt hot, wet and incredibly tight on my cock. I felt a shot of nervousness course through me. I was worried about penetrating her hymen; I desperately didn't want to hurt her and ruin what was up to now a special night for her.

Again it seemed she could read my innermost thoughts. "It's OK Daddy, I'm nervous too. I know it might hurt, but I don't care. It's time. I want you to do this. I need you to do this."

I nodded and said, "Get ready baby." She grabbed each of my arms. With one push, I was in, then through. She locked my forearms in a death grip and yelped in pain, breaking my heart. "I'm sorry Ally," was all I could say.

She took several deep breaths, trying to will the pain to go away. I said nothing and didn't move, waiting for a sign from her. As horny as I was, if she decided she didn't want to continue I would stop right then and there. My relationship with my daughter was too special to risk permanent damage.

Alison looked up and gave me a little nod, indicating her readiness.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yes Daddy. I've never been more sure of anything in my life. Please fuck me."

I slid my cock into her again, slowly, making sure there was no more pain and giving her time to adjust to my size. In and out, in and out, going as deep as I could. Her tightness felt wonderful on my shaft. Ally was intently watching me enter her. Her face was getting more flushed and her breathing shallower. Pain or pleasure, I wondered.

I needn't have worried. "Oh my god, I love how you're filling me up Daddy, you're so BIG!" she whimpered. "Harder Daddy, fuck your little Ally-cat harder!"

I increased my pace, driving my cock into her pussy until I was close to all the way in. Her pussy was so tight on my big cock; it was the most heavenly feeling. I could feel myself and Ally getting closer to climax. She grabbed my shoulders and pulled down while at the same time locking her legs around my torso to drive me in further. I supported as much of my weight on my arms as I could so as not to crush her. Our faces were mere inches apart as I continued thrusting into her hot womanhood. No other sounds filled the air except for our blissful grunts and moans and our heated bodies smacking against each other.

Suddenly Alison yelled, "I'm gonna cum Daddy!!!" As much as I wanted this to last forever, I could feel the familiar tingle that meant I was about to release too, in a big way.

"I'm gonna cum too, Ally!"

"CUM FOR ME DADDY!!"

"CUM FOR ME BABY!!"

She screamed again and her eyes rolled back in her head, her arms, legs and pussy all clenching tight, her body wracked with the intensity of her orgasm. Seconds later I came as well, firing my hot, thick semen deep inside my daughter, coating her vaginal walls, completing our i****tuous union.

I used my last bit of strength to grab Ally around her back and flip us over so I was on my back and she was on top. I was completely drained but entirely satisfied; basking in the afterglow of the best sex I could ever remember having.

Ally looked at me with dreamy eyes, running her fingers over my chest, her soft boobs pressing against me. "Thank you Daddy."

"Thank you Ally. Was it as special as you hoped it would be?"

Tears welled in her eyes. "Better. I thought it would be amazing but it was so much better than that. I didn't think it was possible to love you more than I did before, but I do. I love you so much Daddy."

I softly kissed her forehead. "I love you just as much, Ally."

She lay beside me, holding her Daddy tight as I gently stroked her hair. Soon she was asleep. I watched my sweet daughter, my little Ally-cat, now a fully-grown gorgeously sexy young woman, as she slept, her chest slightly heaving, up and down, up and down, as she dreamed pleasant dreams. I continued watching her, filled with love, until my eyelids grew heavy with sleep. All thoughts about consequences and complications would have to wait for another day.