I parked in the driveway and smiled when I saw Mom’s car was gone. I didn’t come here to see her. Dad and I had an agreement to put in place. My belly tightened with arousal as I walked to the front door. Breasts swelled until my nipples ached for a mouth when I stepped inside. I got wet when I raised my voice.

“Hi Dad! Your favorite daughter is here to see you!”

The soft rumble of Dad’s laughter led me to the living room. As always, he was in his recliner, watching baseball. Before he could get up, I slid into his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck. My butt wiggled as I squirmed to kiss the corner of his mouth.

“I feel duty-bound to point out you are my only daughter,” Dad said, his blue eyes twinkling. “After we had you, there was no point trying again. Perfection kind of spoils a man.”

My eyes held his gaze. Heart hammering, I leaned towards him again and pressed my lips against his. A little too on-the-lips to be our regular affection. Lingered a little too long to be innocent. My breasts pressed against his broad chest as I nuzzled along his jaw to whisper in his ear.

“I know Mom doesn’t take care of you,” I told him. “Put your hand between my legs, Daddy. Find out how much I want to do what she won’t.”

He jolted. I nibbled his ear. Moaned just a little.

“It’s okay, Daddy. I’m telling you to do it.” I squirmed a little more, felt his cock pressing against me. “I’m not teasing. I’m going to fuck you, Daddy. Right now. Right in Mom’s bed.”

“Jessie…”

“Put your fucking hand between my legs,” I snapped. “Your daughter’s pussy is dripping wet and needs your cock.”

Dad’s fingers trembled as he touched my knee. His hand slid slowly up my thigh, hesitating at the hem of my skirt. I drew back and watched his face. Conflict. Hunger. Shame. And surrender.

"That's it," I encouraged, my voice husky. "Go ahead. Test the merchandise. Give it a squeeze."

His powerful hand gripped my inner thigh. He stared at me, waiting to be shamed and denigrated for his healthy desires. I let my smile entice him. Fingers fumbling higher up my thigh, sliding beneath my skirt until they brushed against the damp fabric of my panties. A groan escaped him, deep and primal.

"Jesus, Jessie," he whispered, his eyes darkening. "We shouldn't—"

I silenced him with another kiss, deeper this time, my tongue teasing his lips apart. Flicked it against his. When I pulled back, his breath was ragged.

"Feel how much I want you," I said, pressing against his hand. "I’m not innocent, Dad. I know what to do with a cock. It’s just that I won’t be satisfied until I have your cock inside me."

His fingers moved experimentally, tracing the outline of my sex through the thin cotton. I gasped, arching into his touch. Shivered as his lips touched my collarbone.

"What about your mother?" he asked, but his fingers didn't stop their exploration.

I laughed, the sound sharp in the quiet room. "She won't be home for hours. Besides, she gave up her rights to you when she started sleeping in the guest room."

Dad’s thumb found my clit through the fabric, and my words dissolved into a moan. The baseball game continued in the background, the announcer's voice a distant soundtrack to our transgression. Dad’s breath panted against my throat.

“Jessie… I can’t…”

My hand pressed against his cock. Hard. Throbbing. My teeth pulled at his lower lip.

“I think you can.” Fingers traced Dad’s cock through his pants. “Do you remember how good it feels to be inside a woman? Hot. Wet. Tight. Both hands full of her ass. Kissing her throat as she moans…”

A tremble ran through his body. I almost felt sorry for him. This was for his own good. If he made it hurt, then that was his issue. Not mine. I had zero problems with fucking my own father.

“Obey me,” I hissed in his ear. “Put your finger in my pussy, Dad.”

I spread my legs wider so Dad could fumble his way under the soggy crotch of my panties. His big, rough finger traced the spot where my desire trickled. My breath caught.

“Finger fuck me,” I commanded. “Make me come before you carry me to bed and fuck me the way I want.”

One hand turned Dad’s face to mine. I kissed him. Stared into his eyes.

“Put your finger in your daughter’s pussy,” I told him. “Make me come.”

His finger slid inside me, and I gasped against his mouth. The intrusion was delicious – thick and hesitant at first, then more confident as I rocked against his hand. My pussy fluttered, aching for more.

"That's it," I breathed. "God, your hands are so much bigger than the boys I date."

Dad groaned, his eyes half-closed, lost in the slick heat of me. His thumb found my clit again, circling with surprising skill. I wondered briefly if this was how he'd touched Mom in the early days, before everything went cold between them.

"You're so wet," he whispered, almost to himself. "So fucking wet."

“I’m wet for you,” I told him. Clenched around his finger, savoring the way his breath hitched. "Add another one," I demanded. "Stretch me open for your cock."

His second finger joined the first, and I felt the delicious burn of being filled. My hips moved of their own accord, riding his hand while the baseball announcer droned on about the seventh-inning stretch. Dad’s fingers drew back slowly. Reached deeper into his daughter’s flesh.

"You like that?" Dad asked, voice rough with need. His free hand had moved to my breast, kneading through my thin top. “Please. Tell me it’s what you want.”

“You need me to say it, don’t you?” I looked into his eyes again. “I love having my father’s fingers in my snatch. I can’t wait to come. And I want to feel my father come inside me before I’m done with him today.”

His fingers curled inside me, finding that spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids. I cried out, grinding against his palm as pleasure built in my core. It had been a while for him, I was sure, but he remembered what to do with a woman.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged, forgetting himself. "Come for Daddy."

The forbidden endearment pushed me over the edge. My body seized around his fingers, walls pulsing as I came with a strangled cry. Dad watched me, mesmerized, as if seeing something miraculous.

“Daddy,” I whimpered as my body rocked in his lap. “I love you, Daddy.”

I collapsed against my father’s chest. Cradled in his arm with his fingers in my pussy. Dad was frozen, afraid I’d take this glorious moment from him. From us.

"Bedroom," I said, my voice gentle but firm. It was not a question but a command.

He hesitated one final time, conscience making a last stand. "Jessie, we can still stop—"

I grabbed his hand, the one glistening with my arousal, and brought it to my lips. I sucked his fingers clean, watching his eyes dilate with lust. Pushed the tips of his fingers deep enough to make me gag. Slurped as I withdrew them.

"No," I said simply. "We can't."

I led him down the hallway toward the master bedroom, toward the bed he'd once shared with Mom. Each step felt like crossing a threshold from which there would be no return. And I couldn't wait to burn the bridge behind us.

Chapter 2

I stood beside the bed, hands trembling with anticipation as I watched Dad hover in the doorway. The afternoon light filtered through Mom's lace curtains, casting delicate patterns across the comforter she'd chosen. How fitting that her precious décor would witness what she'd driven us to.

"Come here," I said, my voice steady despite the hammering of my heart.

Dad stepped forward slowly, like a man walking to his execution or his salvation – I wasn't sure which. His eyes never left mine as I reached for the hem of my top and pulled it over my head. The fabric whispered to the floor.

His sharp intake of breath told me everything. I'd worn my best bra today, black lace that made my skin look porcelain. But even that barrier felt like too much between us.

"Touch me," I commanded, guiding his hands to my waist. His palms were warm, calloused from years of weekend projects Mom had stopped caring about. "I'm not going to break."

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, wonder creeping into his voice. "When did you become so..."

"So what?" I challenged, stepping closer until our bodies almost touched. "So much of a woman? So much better than her?"

The mention of Mom made him flinch, but I wouldn't let guilt ruin this. Not when I could see how much he needed it. Needed me. His hands moved higher, reverent, until his thumbs traced the edge of my bra. The hunger in my father’s eyes called to me, and it broke my heart.

“Do you want to fuck me?” I asked softly. Gave him a small smile of invitation. “You already know how hot my pussy is. How wet I am. How tight I'll be around your cock."

Dad swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "God, Jessie. This is wrong. We can't—"

I silenced him with a finger to his lips. "Don't," I said, my voice like steel. "Don't you dare speak her name in here. In this room. This is ours."

Something in his eyes flickered, some unspoken agreement that this was indeed our secret, and ours alone. He unbuttoned his shirt, exposing a chest dotted with silver hairs and a body still powerful despite the passage of time. I ran my fingers down the planes of his chest, marveling at the hardness beneath the soft skin. This was my father, but also a man with desires he'd long ago thought buried.

"Your turn," he said hoarsely, lifting my lace bra over my head and discarding it. My breasts spilled free, nipples hardened by arousal and anticipation. Dad's breath hitched as he cupped them in his hands, brushing my aching tips with his calloused thumbs. "You feel as good as you look."

I arched into his touch, moaning as he teased one nipple into an even sharper peak. "I want you inside me, Dad," I breathed into his ear. "Take me right now, on Mom's bed. Your bed. Make it our bed. For our love."

A growl escaped him – primal and possessive – as he reached for the button of my jeans. With practiced hands acquired through years of undressing his daughter for bedtime stories and baths, he had them pooled around my ankles in seconds. My panties followed, and then we were both naked in the dimly lit room. The bed loomed large behind us like a silent witness to our transgression.

"Lie down," I commanded, climbing onto the mattress Mom had probably not graced in months. The thought of her absence only made me wetter, more determined to claim what was rightfully mine: my father's love, body and all. "I want to see your face as you take me."

Dad obliged without protest, propping himself against the headboard as I straddled his muscular thighs. His cock stood rigid between us, thicker than I'd imagined in my countless fantasies. I wrapped my fingers around him, savoring his groan as I stroked from base to tip.

"Jesus, Jessie," he hissed, his hips bucking involuntarily.

"Tell me what you want," I whispered, positioning myself above him. The head of his cock brushed against my entrance, sending electric shivers up my spine. "Say it out loud."

Dad's hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh. The conflict in his eyes was fading, replaced by raw need. "I want to be inside you," he confessed, voice breaking. "God help me, I want to fuck my own daughter."

I sank down on him slowly, inch by delicious inch, until he filled me completely. The stretch was exquisite, bordering on pain, but I welcomed it. This was what I'd wanted for so long – to be joined with him in the most primal way possible.

"Fuck," I gasped, adjusting to his size. "You're so big, Daddy."

His eyes rolled back as I began to move, establishing a rhythm that had us both panting. The bed creaked beneath us, the same bed where he'd conceived me with her all those years ago. Now I was the one making him moan, the one bringing him pleasure she'd denied him.

"That's it," I encouraged, rolling my hips. "Fuck your little girl. Show me how much you've wanted this."

Something snapped in him then. With a growl, he flipped us over, pinning me beneath his weight. His thrusts became harder, deeper, each one punctuated by a grunt that sent shivers down my spine.

"Is this what you wanted?" he demanded, his voice husky with exertion. "To turn your father into this?"

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Yes," I moaned, nails raking down his back. "I wanted you to stop pretending. Stop denying what we both need."

The headboard slammed against the wall with each powerful thrust, marking our transgression in a rhythm that would have scandalized the neighbors. Dad's mouth found my breast, teeth grazing my nipple as he sucked hard enough to leave a mark.

"Mine," he growled against my skin. "You're mine now."

"Always have been," I gasped as he hit a spot inside me that made my vision blur. "Always will be."

I felt my climax building, a tidal wave of pleasure threatening to drown me. Dad sensed it too, my pussy fluttering tighter as he plowed his cock into me. I stared up at him, lips open as I fought to surpass the edge.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered. “God. Daddy. Don’t stop. I need to come on you.”

Dad’s mouth covered mine. I sucked at his tongue until my jaws ached from it. So close. So close. Panting and whimpering into my father’s mouth as he fucked me.

“I love you, Daddy,” I panted. “I love you.”

“Baby. Jessie. I love you.” His rhythm faltered and I knew he was about to come inside me. “Daddy loves you.”

He sent me spinning with those words. The words I’d used when I was alone and horny. Fucking myself with a dildo and pretending my father was plowing my guts. Wave after wave of pulsing pleasure rippled my body under Dad’s. My pussy clenched and released, wanting him to join me in ecstasy.

“Come in me, Daddy,” I whimpered. “Come in your baby girl.”

His body jerked as he slammed into me. The head of his cock stretching me as he watched his daughter make him come. A thick stream of Daddy’s cum splattered into my pussy.

“That’s it, Daddy. Come inside me. Fill your daughter with cum. All of it.” I rolled my hips. Tightened muscles to pull everything he had in his balls to me. “Look at me, Daddy. It’s me. Jessie. You’re coming inside me, ...