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FatherHood Perks I by Duckie
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Revelations: FatherHood Perks Part ONE
Becky Ursan worked as a paralegal at Harrison's firm.
Dwight and I had been adversaries of sorts for some years
and friends of sorts for the same. He was a hard man with
extreme views on every manner of crime and took to every
legal bone like a starving rabid Rotweiler. Being the anti-
thesis was a delicate matter in that I tempered his
enthusiasm with rationale and his zealotry with calm. He
resented my temperament and I humored his. But it was all
above board and somehow this unlikely pairing had us became
the most odd and complimentary of friends...and colleagues.
It had been a long day and both of us had had more than
our usual share of disappointments. So beers were to be
scotches. "And the hole [his replacement for the profanity
asshole] just
dropped it like that...citing me for being over eager to set
some example of him!" Harrison scoffed, slamming the shit
glass down for yet another refill.
"Hi there, "a voice interrupted my rebuttal. I was slow
in turning to it, my mind was not sold but liquid....and my
groin was aching for relief as well.
"Sorry about that dismissal," she smiled. She was a
young woman less than twenty five with short dark hair and
dark almond eyes and a california-vacation tan...a body
poured into a grey suit with care taken not to push the
seams and then even more care taken to the tiny things which
make a drink wondrous: the garnish...the umbrella.
She had earrings that half-glistened in the
barlight...and a face full of secret things to say.
"Thanks...Becky this is McPhearson...Jay that is..."
Harrison slurred somewhat.
"Pleased to meet you," she smiled as she shook my hand.
"I've heard so much about you I don't know what to
believe...one day
you're a hero...the next day a villain...which is it?" she
asked. "A little of both I suppose...." I said feeling
somewhat more loose than normal.
She smiled a sly grin. "Oh really...we'll have to get a
verdict on that," she said and ordered a glass of wine.
Twenty minutes later Harrison was in a cab babbling and
on his way home.
"You're very young," I said, realizing how politically
perilous it was to say such a thing only after it had been
said. She took no offence. "Yes I am," she smiled.
"I'm twenty one. I graduated from Bradley at 18 when
most girls were still deciding whether r not to quit
cheerleading for the highschool." "So you're a whip are
you?" I asked.
"Are you into whips?" she chuckled. I laughed too.
"no...not really," I stammered.
"Good...because neither am I...so now that we've gotten
that out of the way...I'm a paralegal at the firm....I'll be
taking the bar next year and will get a perfect score."
"No doubt," I smiled raising my glass to this
confidence... feeling more than mildly intimidated by her.
"So what are you into?" she asked. "Marriage?"
I glanced at my ring finger. I still had it on. Every
now and then when I was feeling nostalgic I inadvertently
slipped it on and left it there. Gina and I had been
divorced for four years now but it still felt nice on the
finger somehow.
"Divorced...." I said. "This is...well...a slump I get
into from time to time...when I miss the old ball and
chain."
"now its chains...whips...chains..."
I laughed. BOY! I was making it seem I had some
freudian...or was she?
"Listen...honestly...I'm not into that...I'm a simple
guy...married and divorced...two sweet daughters and bills
to pay."
"That's good to know....some men are into that pain
thing...I'm only into pleasure."
"Are you coming on to me?" I asked a bit abashed.
She grinned. "I'm not obvious enough?" she asked.
"Sorry...would you like to take me home rip off my clothes
and go for a spin?"
I laughed aloud...very loud. I was a bit drunk and a
bit warbled and more than shocked that women like this
actually existed.
She was gorgeous...smart...ambitious.
"Uh...you're serious."
"And legal age I assure you counselor," she smiled
getting up from the chair.
I shook my head. "What the hell," I said and let her
drive.
The girls were with their mother for the week...so I
stumbled up to the door without needing to whisper.
Realizing Harrison's opinion of Becky Ursan would only
be compromised, I saw no reason to tell him what had
happened especially since I wasn't altogether informed at
what exactly had happened. So we stood there in the street
wolfing down hot dogs and suddenly there she was --
approaching from the crosswalk. "Those'll kill ya," she
commented as she ordered on for herself.
"Oh aren't we the hypocrite?" Harrison countered.
"Extra onions please," she asked. "No...if I were a
hypocrite I would have high blood pressure and a the body of
a fifty year old. Instead I work out three times a week and
run the first two legs of the Boston Marathon every year.
You two on the other hand," she said as she paused to take a
bite and chew. "Are already half in the grave. This body
earned this dog....yours on the other hand...screams for
mercy!"
I laughed. How right she was. I had been in great
shape two years before....I had gotten on an exercise binge
after the divorce as a means of delaying with tension and
grief. But once I got partial custody of the girls and
issues were resolved and we both started dating I was
feeling less stressed and stopped going. I still looked
great...but I had put on an inch of meat around my muscle
and was starting o feel a bit winded climbing the four
flights of stairs to the office (which I had kept on as a
habit).
"How dare you invoke age and fitness into this,"
Harrison quipped. "I'm as healthy as I ever was."
"Scary thought," becky replied.
"So what did you two end up doing after I vanished last
night?" he asked as we started making our way back to our
respective offices.
"We did a bucket at the local range," Becky said as
serious as could be. "Your pal Jay here has a nasty slice
and I think he hurt his back."
I hesitated and then played along. "And becky here
almost assaulted the green with a runaway five-iron."
"I missed the bloody racoon...and what the hell was he
doing on the range anyhow."
Harrison's office was upstairs from mine and he refused
to take the stairs. Becky on the other hand insisted on
challenging me to a race. She was ahead of me in no time
and at the third flight she turned back to check on me.
"I'll see you after work...we have unfinished
business," she said and leapt up the stairs disappearing
into the higher flights above me. I was slightly winded.
And not quite sure what she meant.
She had already left when I showed up at 6:30 and I
resolved that something had surfaced which had taken her
elsewhere only to discover her waiting by my car.
"Dinner...I'm cooking," she smiled as I approached.
The house had not been this close to a woman outside my
daughters for some time. Previous dates were mostly blind
and ended at a doorstep or restaurant lobby unsuccessful.
But becky revealed her predictable pizzazz as she swept into
the kitchen with her typical confidence and started whipping
up something noisy and mysterious. We talked about our
respective jobs and headaches. Eventually getting back to
her age. "My parents were not your normal parents," she
explained. "They wanted a genius and set out to create one.
Best schools...all work no play. I resent them to hell for
it I guess..but it paid off in some ways so I'm not all
complaints. Most of my old friends are still having
undergrad parties in their dorms and I'm making enough money
to support myself and lawschool." "And you know what you
want." I added. "Most of the time...don't you...or are you
one of those men who wants all sorts of things they're
afraid to admit they want?" I considered this watching her
cook.
I wanted her....she was one of those mysteriously
provocative women...there to be kissed and made love
to...not to be loved...just to be made love to.
Sexual....sexual...so sexual! "Maybe," I confessed. "Is
that a turn off? I asked.
"Not at all....I like helping men like that discover
what they want...you know...lead the way into those dark
places."
"You have a knack for this I suppose?"
"You might say that....my cooking isn't quite as good
so we'll eat and if you like the food you'll love the
trip..."
"And what trip s that? I don't remember buying a
ticket." "Oh you bought the ticket alright...." she
smiled. The food was simmering filling the house with
zest and steam. She rounded the corner wiping her
hands on the towel and checking the clock. "Five
minutes," she smiled kneeling if front of me. "Just
enough time."
Her hands went to work on my pants as I tried to
stammer out some sort of protest.
But her hand had slid down into my lap and flushed out
my erection and slid down over it without hesitation.
GOD! It had been four years since I had had any sex at
all other than masturbation. IT FELT EXQUISITE!
She took my heavy breathing as an encouragement and
started bobbing relentlessly her fist pumping as her lips
rose and fell over my cock.
The food was sizzling...bubbling. So was I.
I wanted to rip her clothes off and fuck her right
there on the table as though I were that much less civilized
than I knew myself to be. But my typical hesitation got the
best of me and I just watched as she continued to work like
a woman possessed. I had never cum in a woman's mouth
before. Gina was my first and only sexual partner and she
simply would not even consider such a thing. But somehow I
knew I didn't have to worry about that. I just let go. My
climax exploded from the hips and through the thighs and
spurted cum into her bobbing mouth as I grunted and pumped
my hips at her. "GAAAWD!" I gasped as the last of several
contractions peaked and fell.
Becky slowed her passionate work and licked her lips as
she slipped away,straightening her dress as she headed for
the stove. "Now that the appetizer is over....time for the
main course."
She didn't mean sex.
The food was fantastic!
Half my pleasure with the meal I think was knowing what
had just happened and delighting in everything about it. She
was young and gorgeous and an unlikely match for someone
like myself. She was aggressive and I was somewhat
mediocre....
I gathered she wanted to make me a little less
mediocre.
After dinner she explained that she did have to get up
early and politely excused herself without any more sexual
talk or play or teasing. We'd had an otherwise normal
evening of chatter and friendly time. Nothing sexual or
even the least bit serious...just as though we were old
friends.
Later that night I could hardly believe what had
happened and kept thinking about it trying to re-experience
it all for psychological pleasure. It had happened so
fast...I had almost missed it.
I was not the least bit surprised to find that she had
already left a message for me to meet her for lunch and it
was not even 8 am yet. The restaurant was not one of my
favourites but the company was captivating.
"So you have two daughters...are they fine with the
divorce?" she asked.
"Well...you know they were rough with it at first. It
was a shock to them. Julie was only 11 at the time and
Chrissy was only nine. But things were messy....Gina my wife
wanted sole custody only she wasn't much of a mother...or so
the judge thought. So he gave us joint custody every two
weeks they change households. It s a bit hairy and not the
best arrangement...but this way they get to spend time with
both of us. They seemed to have adjusted." "I'd like to meet
them," she said casually. "They're coming next week aren't
they?"
"UH yeah...I think that might work out..."
"So they realize dad's dating?"
"Well actually my ex has a new boyfriend and they seem
fine with it and they're always asking about my romantic
life...I just haven't had anything promising to tell."
"Until now," she smiled.
"So..." I said wiping my lips with the napkin. "This is
something a man can expect to become...something?"
"I don't get interested in men for the sake of sex,"
she muttered tactfully. "Men attract me because of who they
are...I amy be young but I'm no sexual viper. I'd love to
meet them... as long as you're comfortable with it."
"Okay," I smiled. "They'll be here on Sunday...how bout
dinner on Wednesday."
"I'll cook again," she smiled.
"No appetizers," I chuckled.
"Promise," she whispered across the table.
I was always relieved to have the girls back home.
Mostly it was due to the fact that their mother fed them
Stouffers and pizza and a maid did the cleaning and
parenting while Gina was out making money. The girls weren't
altogether at odds with being there. They had cable tv and
video games and a swimming pool in the building so it had
its perks. But there were perks with dad they couldn't get
with mom. Fatherly perks included football games in the
back yard,wrestling in the leaves,popcorn and movie night,
having to do the dishes (which usually turned into a water
fight) and getting tucked in at night...even at 16 and 14
years old. They still loved it.
So I was always glad to have them home and eager to
make their time with me as profitable as possible. never a
dull moment in our house. I shared all this with becky and
she thought it wonderful and vowed to do her best to support
it.
The introductions went smoothly enough. the girls were
eager to meet her and enthused by her age citing that mom
was too old to even know that Smashing Pumpkins was not a
Halloween Prank but their favourite band.
Dinner was being conjured in the kitchen while the
girls and I set the table. First chance Julie got with
Chrissy in the kitchen helping Becky she sidled up next to
me and muttered. "She's gorgeous! Mom's gunna absolutely
freak out!"
"And this amuses you does it?" I smiled a bit amused by
it myself.
"Oh yeah...you know how she 's always saying how no
woman in her right mind would take you unless she was some
desperate hag or something..."
"She says that...that's below the belt," I chuckled.
"I keep telling her how yer like a stud and you have
all these young girls fawning all over you...drives her
crazy but I think she knows I'm joking. Now I won't be..."
"Well...she's not just a pretty face," I remarked.
"I know that...but you know...looks is the first thing
you see...I figure she's gotta be smart for you to be
interested...right?"
"Well she's in law school at 21...I think that says it
all." "Well I think Chrissy likes too...bout time something
happened in this boring house."
"Boring?" i asked.
"Well not boring...just you know...life is life here.."
"So you like her then..."
"So far...as long as she doesn't like sprout fangs or
something."
"Only after midnight," I said.
She giggled and returned to the kitchen.
I sat watching the three...they were everything I had
hoped my wife and daughters would be...friends...confidants
maybe even. They liked one another.... Julie was
sixteen...entering that stage where cute turned to
beautiful...a babe turned to woman-like sexy...short blonde
hair and blue eyes...freckles lightening. Chrissy was the
spitting image of Julie two years before... girlishly sexy
and attractive no doubt to boys her age. Blonde hair in a
bob and in love with tight jeans and blushing at any sexual
reference. The three of them looked at odds...dark features
against light. But somehow they seemed to get along much
better than hey did with Gina. Thank GOD! Not that they
hated their mother...but there was no love loss either.
Throughout the whole dinner I never got an word in
edgewise. The three of them talked about everything under
the sun from music to school to boys to movies and the whole
time I felt that much older because of Becky's manner with
them...so much younger than she was with me....as though she
were their big sister --able to be one of them but also be
with me. A bridge to both worlds.
A bit unnerving...but promising too.
Julie and I sat watching jeopardy as Chrissy and becky
did the dishes in the kitchen. The house felt more like a
home than it had in years and we were all feeling it I
think.
"So do you think it'll get serious?" Julie asked.
"Like marriage...I don't know..." I said."Would that
bug you?"
"Not at all," she smiled. "I think it would be great.
Mom's not really into marriage you know...not really into
being a mom either...but that's cool. Still it'd be cool if
you like got married and we were like a family...you
know...not like mom...but the next best thing."
"Well we only really just started seeing each other so
its hard to know..."
"Just curious...you know...."
Well curiosity led to true love. Becky became more than
a household name...nine months later she became my wife. It
was glorious nine months of fun and family and she warmed
her way into our hearts. More than just an ambitious young
woman she was in fact a foray into more than a few new ways
of thinking for me at the time. I felt younger with her,able
to rediscover my zest for sex and travel.
To my surprise she was not the least bit hesitant about
leaving the bar exam for a year or two while she became more
comfortable as "mom" and my wife. She helped redecorate the
house and redecorate me...and the girls.
Chrissy and Julie seemed to have a private personal
relationship with her willing to talk with her about things
Becky assured me were not for her to repeat at her word. It
was encouraging to see my daughters having the opportunity
to talk to a "mother" who actually listened and could
respect their thoughts and feelings.
Our sex life was not unlike the trips we took for the
next five months following our wedding. Every few weeks
she'd plan out some weekend jaunt for the four of us,being
certain to get us separate rooms so that while the girls
were off galavanting or sleeping she and I could "explore"
as she put it. Nothing extreme...just tiny things....sex in
the bed was uncommon to put it nicely. On tables....in the
shower...in back alleys and in the car out on a pier. She
wanted to "travel" with her sexuality and she took me along
at first to my hesitation,but then to my enthusiasm.
She was a sexual athlete wanting to bump and grind and
wail and announce pleasure as though it were the winning
lottery numbers....the birth of a baby during labour.
She was like sexual liquid,squirming and writhing and
bouncing like some hedonistic zealot.
I was fascinated by her feverish love for sex.
And not at all disturbed.
Until...the trip to Hewisville.
It was acquaint village out on the edge of the state
and she had gotten us cabins....fully equipped with plumbing
and food and fuel and firewood and the luxuries of her
typical tastes. The day had been long and we'd been
walking. I was tired. The girls had gone up to the lodge
for cheesburgers and Becky wanted her wifely desires sated.
Not utterly disagreeable to me even in my fatigue.
She'd pushed me on the bed and stripped my pants down
far enough to straddle me and sink down over me like a
dancer doing the sexual ballet. She was churning back and
forward with my cock chumming into her like some stone
python....her head swaying as she moaned... Her muscles
tightened inside...a talent she had that drove my crazy.
"Ooooooooooooooooo," she moaned... "You feel sooooooo
good!" I panted as I let her stroke..stroke...stroke...
"You like fucking me don't you?" she asked smiling.
"You have no idea..." I smiled back.
"Younger is better isn't it?" she asked.
"Most men think so."
"And you?" she said moving her fingers down my chest
not quite scratching but grazing the skin.
"I'd have to agree," I closed my eyes to enjoy the feel
of her around me.
Stroke...stroke...stroke...
"How young would you like me to be. younger...sweeter?"
she panted.
I was feeling erotic and playful.
"As young as you would like," I replied.
"How bout Julie's age...would you like that?" she
asked.
I half squinted at this...not sure what she was driving
at. "Come on...admit it...you wanna fuck her so bad you can
taste it..."
I opened my eyes... "What?"
Stroke...stroke...
"No one hear to know...just you and me...you can lie if
you like...but you know I'll know anyhow....come on...be
honest...I've seen you looking at her...thinking....I can
see it in your head...."
"Now you're really having an adventure," I smiled. But
I was unmistakably aroused by her talk....feeling myself
more excited than my fatigue had so far allowed me.
"She's so young...and smooth and chaste and sweet and
deep down in those dark parts of you....you want her...just
like this....right on top of you...your cock inside her.
..pumping... while she mooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaans!"
She swayed..."Mmmmmmmm...yeah...daddy....fuck me..."
she mimicked Julie's voice,doing a frighteningly impressive
job.
I came.
I exploded. I was terrified by what was happening and
wanted her off of me...but suddenly I was cumming and all I
could do is erupt inside her trying hard to keep what had
just happened out of my head.
Once she'd dismounted and come from the bathroom after
cleaning herself up,she sat on the edge of the bed.
"Sorry if I went too fast...but wow...that pushed all
the right buttons...you have to admit it."
"I don't think that's a place I want to go," I said
calmly. She smiled. "We'll see," she said and grabbed her
coat."I'm famished...let's go get something to eat."
I wanted to say "we need to talk...this isn't over" but
she had that way...of manoevering this things.
Part of me hated it...but part of me found it sensual.
The incident was forgotten within the hour and we were
all roasting marshmallows having the grandest family time.
The girls went to bed and I lay awake for an hour or so
thinking of how everything had come to be with Becky and the
family. She had more than replaced Gina as mom in more ways
than i could count and more than made my life feel new and
reborn. I watched her sleeping there...touched her...put my
arm over her young warm skin.
And slept.
When we got home,it was almost Halloween. We were
looking forward to a night of our own since the girls were
with their mother for that week and we had not had any
serious time since most of my nights when the kids were
elsewhere had been spent working overtime on a commercial
case with an over-demanding client.
Dinner was followed by some dancing and the usual
seduction of Becky and I somewhere other than the bedroom.
On this occasion it was couch,her facing the back buck
naked and me penetrating from behind. It was hardly
comfortable but the discomfort made the tension and
excitement of the sex that much more intense.
Becky moaned and gyrated with her usual erotic
behaviour and from nowhere as I got increasingly more into
it...groaned... "God daddy...fuck me...ooooooo...yeah..."
This was more than a bit disturbing and her emulation
of Julie's voice seemed that much more convincing in this
room. But for some reason it just made my nervous excitement
boil into lust...lust I had never known....
I thrust up into her and she whimpered.
"Aaaa...daddy... GOD! Fuck me...yeah...hard!"
I just lost my mind. I was partially angry with her for
playing this game again but I was so seething with some
unnatural carnal impulse that I seized her waist and started
fucking her like it was going to save my life.
"GOD! DADDY!...ooooooooooohhh...GOD! FUCK ME!!
AAAAaaaaaa!" "Julie" whimpered.
GOD! I just was feverish and plunged deep into her
cumming with such fire and force that I felt the muscles in
my thighs bind up like charlie-horses.
But the pain in my legs could not take away from the
pleasure in my groin and head. As we stopped and I sat on
the couch using a kleenex to clean myself off Becky
chuckled,wrapping herself in a blanket. "That was much more
fun," she said.
I had no idea what to say. I wanted to say that she had
don something I didn't want her to do...but my actions spoke
louder than my words...I had really gone crazy pretending to
fuck my own daughter.
"I don't know what's wrong with me ," I said sighing.
We wrapped together in the blanket.
"So you have some secret lust for a very sexual girl
who happens to be your daughter....the incest is like the
apple in the garden of Eden....we always want what we know
we shouldn't eat...its much more exciting..."
"And you are the serpent I suppose?" I smiled.
"Maybe," she wiggled her eyebrows like groucho. "But it
was a delicious fruit wasn't it?"
Unsure I said nothing.
"Come on...admit it...I don't think any less of
you...she's a very attractive girl....a part of you wants
her...wants that forbidden fruit..."
I shrugged my shoulders almost ashamed to confront this
thing I had never even admitted to myself.
"Tell you a secret," she whispered as she kissed my
ear. "I's not just YOU wanting HER."
This was so loaded with forbidden implications I was
dumbfounded and terrified to think or ask what it meant.
Julie was simply not the same after that. She was
now... curvaceous and desirable. I would find myself
considering her plump firm breasts as they filled her
sweaters and t-shirts...and her hips and thighs and round
shapely behind. With predictable embarrassment this went on
for a few weeks. Becky had mentioned nothing about
it...perhaps because she knew she had already planted the
seed.
It was...flourishing alright.
Now...every time Becky and I enjoyed anything sexual
together she would pretend to be Julie and I would simply
lose my mind and become some sexually charged titan able to
heave and moan and make wild this "daughter" of mine who's
sweet voice would beg and plead sometimes for me to
stop..sometimes for me to dare not stop.
And I was more than comfortable with it convincing
myself that it had some relieving effect on my actual lust
for Julie herself.
But becky's words were not lost.
It's not just YOU who wants HER.
The implications of this secret unravelled over those
weeks. Becky's secret conversations with Julie had
undoubtedly touched on this and what was Becky's advice to
my daughter?
God only knew!!!
Part of me hated to think that she had "encouraged" my
daughter to entertain such sexual thoughts...but part of me
wanted her to do more than this...to tell her everything
about our sex life...how well I performed....
Perhaps she already was.
The next week the girls went to their mothers,I decided
to bring the subject out without seeming to accusatory.
"I've been thinking about what you said...I'm not
angry...well...part of me is angry I guess...but I wanted to
know...what exactly...uh...I mean..."
"I told her you fuck like a horse and that she'd go
crazy if she tried it out."
She chewed her salad.
I laughed. "That's good...but I mean...wow...okay you
got me..."
"I'm not kidding...that's exactly what I told her."
I was speechless. becky had always been for one for
dark journeys when she was like "that"...but this...I
mean...
"No need to deal with all the formalities<' she
whispered as though someone might overhear. "Honestly...I
think if you wanted to...she'd melt in your hands like
chocolate..." Again...speechless.
And aroused...GOD incredibly aroused.
Suddenly it came to me..."And Chrissy?"
"Not much different," she muttered. "both of them...you
know...they're young women...they're curious...like you were
curious..."
"I think this is all getting way out of hand." I said
leaning back in my chair.
She got up and refilled her wine glass sipping and then
rounding the table. Her hands slid down my shoulders and
into my groin from behind me. I was already like stone.
"But its what you want....you don't want to want
it...but you do....isn't there something deliciously sinful
about it... that's what's so exciting...so...forbidden."
Her hands slid under my pants and one hand wrapped
around my cock. GOD! Where was i going with these sexual
adventures? To hell? She rubbed and I exploded,churning my
hips against her hand as I ejaculated through my briefs and
over her hand as it continued to massage my stiff cock. As
the climax passed she pulled away and licked her hand where
I could see...just like a cat cleaning itself. Her tongue
slid over her young skin savouring the milky semen on her
fingers.
"Like chocolate," she smiled.
I could not get it out of my head now. Chocolate.
For the first time I was almost wishing the girls would
not come back from their mothers. I was terrified that
everything would just backfire and well...something would
happen that shouldn't.
From the moment thy stepped back in the house every hug
and kiss was reason for uncertainty and slight arousal.
Becky would smile at me from time to time aware of my
struggle and lick her hand suggestive of the night at the
dinner table. It was so mind-blowingly erotic I could
hardly stand it. But I had it all under control.
Father.
Man.
Lawyer.
Psychologically well-adjusted.
Everything was fine.
It snowed. Not a great deal...but a bit. Enough to
leave white patches here and there and enough to bring in
wood from the shed.
Becky decided that she was going to take Chrissy up the
street to get a movie for the night,leaving me alone with
Julie. No fear...Julie was drying dishes in the other room.
I continued to watch the news.
A few minutes later Julie came and sat beside me.
"I hate winter!" she sighed.
"We could move to Florida," I smiled.
"That would be nice," she said.
She was wearing tight jeans and a green turtleneck with
a peach sweater.
I didn't realize I was still looking at her.
"What...what's wrong?" she asked smiling.
"Uh...nothing...just you know...nothing."
I turned back to the television praying that becky and
Chrissy would hurry back. But if I knew becky she'd planned
a long route to the store...through the park...around the
block. I could feel Julie considering me now...she was
confused about my conspicuous behaviour.
"I was thinking about our next trip<' i tried to say to
seem non-chalant.
But I was feeling way too uncomfortable and needed to
get away from being beside her.I got up and went to the
bookshelf to get an atlas...pretending to have a reason for
speaking of trips and using it....that made sense. "I was
thinking about going some place different."
"Dad..." Julie whispered. It was a sexual whisper full
of secrecy and hesitation...as though she wanted to say
something that I too wanted to say. It was like some sensual
word...as though in it she was whispering...Dad...I know
what's happening...and its okay...I'm feeling the same
way..."
I closed the atlas and headed towards the kitchen.
..almost to flee.
"Dad," she said again...the same manner.
I froze...trembling with desire and temptation...my
morality and love mixed with taboo and lust.
I turned towards the couch. She was till facing the tv
but she knew I was there...and she was waiting...I could
feel it...waiting...sweet...waiting. I was standing behind
her and I could feel her tension like fire from a hearth.
My hand slid down her shoulder and to her breast. She
drew a deep breath....quietly...
Her breast was so...firm...young...hot...
My hand slid down her stomach and to her jeans. She
moved forward making it easier for me to slip down under the
waist. Her hand tried to casually unfasten it as though she
were still watching television and just....
My hand pushing down made the zipper part and I could
feel the hot cotton of her panties.
GOD! This was absolutely insane!
Her thighs parted a bit.
My hand slipped under her waistband of her panties and
through her pubic hair.
My middle finger slid into her crotch...delighted at
the wet warm flesh that let me enter.
"Mmmmmmm..." she moaned slightly. "Rub it," she
muttered almost too secretive for me to hear.
I rubbed her clitoral area,watching the news now but
not really registering what was happening.
Julie churned slightly...against me....moaning very
faintly as her breathing sped.
"Faster dad," she said softly.
I sped up...becoming over whelmed by some insatiable
desire now to do this.
"Aaaah!" she yelped as her hips gyrated and stiffened.
She was cumming! God...I was doing this thing!
"GOD DAD!" she exclaimed quietly....her thighs widening
and pelvis rising slightly as she grunted under her breath
with each wave of her climax.
The front door opened.
"Hi there!" Chrissy jumped in with snow all over her.
My hand withdrew and terror filled my chest.
"It's snowing like crazy!" she said stomping her feet.
I glanced down at Julie as her trembling hands did up
her jeans.
I gulped.
Smiled. "I guess i better dig out the shovel then," I
said. Becky stepped into the foyer. Looked at me. My
guilt was like a blight on the sun. She smiled. Licked her
hand and purred.
I remembered my hand...moving to the kitchen nervously
to wash it off.
I found myself down in the workshop after
that....utterly amazed and terrified at what had just
happened. No matter how loud the saws were and how roughly
the woods felt at my fingertips they could not erase the
feel of my daughter against me as she squirmed and whimpered
at my touch.
GOD! It had been deviant! So incredulous....how could I
do this thing? How could she let me? How could she want me?
It had always been my understanding of sexuality that
such things did not happen. Not to normal families like
mine...to sweet girls like my daughters. Was it possible to
reconcile innocence and desire?
I had always been one to believe that the realization
of one's desire made certain the loss of one's innocence.
My daughter was just 16 and no doubt....though she was
far from ugly or undesirable...she was a virgin. Not because
I wanted to believe it but because there was no reason to
believe that her dating habits (which consisted of group
studies in our dining room) could lead to anything sexual.
The next thing I know my wife is guiding me into some
forbidden lair of sexual taboo and I have my hand down my
daughter's pants bringing her to her climax.
I hammered. I cut.
But nothing could drown out the event.
Or how much it had aroused me.
When I finally came upstairs Becky lay awake waiting
for me. It was after midnight and the house was deathly
quiet. I could hear her breathing and could tell she was
awake.
"She liked it very much," she whispered.
In the shadows I undressed,still monstrously
aroused...now further excited by this report.
Naked I made my way to the bathroom and when I was
through down the hall to my daughters' room.
My hand trembled...my mind screaming with desire and
the law which I knew so well.
I moved away from the door and back to our room.
Crawling into bed I felt Becky's hand slide over my
waist and down to discover my erection.
"I told you...like chocolate," she muttered.
I turned over and she was in my lap,her head dancing in
the darkness as her mouth slid eagerly over my cock and
brought me to climax in less than a minute,the heavenly feel
of cumming in her mouth more than I could ever have expected
from Gina in all the time we were married.
In the morning something felt different. As though some
internal transformation had changed. Far from aroused...I
was feeling...almost comfortable with what had happened.
Perhaps in my dreams I had reasoned out the irrational. She
had wanted it,liked it...wanted more by Becky's
implications. She and I were far from strangers...and it was
just sexual...just some erotic taboo being challenged by the
two of us. Neither of us were doomed to some Electra tragedy
and things otherwise felt good. Becky had already left for
work and Chrissy and Julie were finishing off their
breakfast.
"Morning," I smiled.
"Don't forget dad," Chrissy said. "It snowed last night
so you might have to shovel to get out."
"How did Becky manage?" I asked pouring coffee.
"She shovelled her half of the driveway," Julie
giggled. "How gracious," I said sitting down.
"I have a spare so go ahead," Julie said to Chrissy.
Then Chrissy was gone. Out into the snow and off to
school. "How did you get a spare?" I asked curiously.
"They're reviewing the history texts for two weeks so
its just study hall...mom signed a consent form for me to
take it as a
spare."
"How nice of her to consult me," I commented.
Julie was sliding her finger along the rim of her milk
glass very girlishly.
"I was thinking about that trip," i said trying to
break the tension in the room.
"Last night...you know..." Julie broke in slightly
blushing but still staring at her moving finger.
What to say!
"I uh...I don't know what happened," I pushed out.
"It's okay," she smiled as she muttered. "I wanted it
to happen....I was scared...but I liked it."
Now what to say.
"Well...I uh...I don't know what to say really...I mean
this whole thing is very..."
Silence.
"Did you like it?" she asked boldly,nervously holding
the glass now in one hand as she explored it with her other.
"Uhm..." I hesitated.
There was want in the air. Hers.Mine.
Forbidden....fiery...
Everything in her and about her was telling
me....come...get me....
"Not here," I stammered. "Upstairs."
We both hung there...immovable.
"HEY!" Chrissy's voice erupted from the foyer. "No
school!" The voice broke the tension like glass
shattering.
Thank GOD!
Chrissy was in the kitchen dropping her books. "Heat's
off in the school...they can't get it fixed so man-o-
man...haha NO SCHOOL!"
Julie smiled. "Excellent....hey maybe we can rent some
movies and just veg!"
"Well I was supposed to go to work," I said finishing
my coffee.
"Oh come on dad...play hookey!" Chrissy said as she
shook the snow from her hair. "We haven't done that in a
long time....we can watch movies and you can just say you're
sick."
I am sick,I was thinking.
GOD! Could this be the biggest mistake of my
life...staying home alone with my two daughters?!?!?
"Come on dad," Julie said innocently enough.
"If I do,and your mom finds out there'll be hell to
pay." "Don't worry dad...we won't tell," Chrissy said.
Julie glanced at her as though they meant more than
they were saying.
"Yeah," Julie put her hand up to pledge allegiance. "We
swear...no one will ever know."
I felt uneasy.
Chrissy smiled and mimicked this. "Promise," she
whispered.
GOD! Somehow I knew this was about more than playing
hookey.
The corner store had less than an impressive list of
titles to rent. So we ended up getting My Boyfriend's Back
(some shlock about a zombie love-affair) and Wayne's World 2
(which they both had already seen and insisted I would
love).
Popcorn was not rare in our house...we kept a huge jar
of it in the pantry and had gone through three poppers in as
many years.
This whole time we were just as we had always been...a
normal family...minus Becky at this point...but
otherwise...a dad and his kids.
Popcorn...laughter...arguments over which movie to watch
first.
Julie and Chrissy jumped on the couch and tossed two
huge quilts over themselves arms fishing out for hands to
dive into popcorn.
I sat at the end as WWII started hoped and prayed this
would just be a simple day of fatherhood perks.
About ten minutes into the movie Julie tossed the
quilts over on to me so that I too could hide from the chill
in the house. But I think the chill was not so much the cold
as it was a trembling sense of sexual fear and anticipation.
I huddled up under them anyhow hoping it would help cut
the edge off the feeling.
When the popcorn was gone and we'd gotten about half
into the movie Julie and Chrissy both brought the quilts up
to their necks and shivered. "Aren't you cold?" Julie asked
looking at me half covered at this point.
She reached over and covered the rest of me,her hand
beneath the quilt ending up at my fingertips.
Things lingered like this for about five minutes.
Her fingers gently tugged at mine...her eyes still
fixed on the screen but she was no longer laughing on
cue...her mind was elsewhere.
Against my better judgement I let her fingers tug again
and this time she towed my hand secretively up to her thigh.
SHIT! SHIT!
I shuffled over as casually as I could,not quite
cuddling but the side of my body against hers.
Her hand searched for mine again...discovering my
fingertips...all of this taking more than twenty minutes it
was all so hesitant and secretive.
This time something odd made me tug back....but not to
move away. Instead I towed her hand slowly and covertly
beneath the quilts to my thigh...and then my aching groin.
She did seem more than a bit startled by this but her palm
slid over my hard bulge in a fascinated...explorative
manner...as she appreciated the size and shape and bearing
of me. Her hand rubbing and groping me so
innocently...aroused me into a feverish sense of forbidden
eroticism.
God...this was my daughter's hand...
My hands would be subject to my mind. They unfastened
my jeans and unzipped them and Julie's hand slipped into
them, clutching me and running over my cock now through my
briefs as the two of us....intimately involved now in an
unbelievable act of secret incest attempted to be as aloof
as possible.
Her curiosity and desire led her fingers to the top of
my briefs as she slipped under and down through my pubic
hair grazing my cock with the back of her fingers as she
slid down,turned her hand over and her fingers wrapped
around my cock. Like any novice...she stroked up and down
in an uneasy and uncertain fashion.her hand bringing more
pleasure to me than I could ever have imagined....
I came. My whole thighs and hips bound up and she
stroked and I did everything in my power to make no sound or
movement that would attract Chrissy's attention to us.
I felt my cum spurt up onto my lower stomach and run
down my pelvic area as several other surges of it squirted
out.
Julie obviously knew what was going on and was enthused
by it because her stroking had sped considerably,her hand
not nearly as hidden now as the quilt jostled over my lap.
My hand gripped the couch beside me and behind her as the
last waves of my climax ebbed and I took a deep breath
trying to casually catch my breath.
Her hand withdrew slowly and the smell of my orgasm was
obvious. Her hand was glistening with my semen as it
surfaced from beneath the quilts.
Chrissy appeared to be oblivious,laughing at the
television as Julie wiped her hand carefully with the paper
towels.
"So is it good?" Julie asked nervously.
"Uh...." I stammered.
"Yeah dad...good movie huh?" Chrissy said smiling over
at me.
"Uh...yeah...fantastic!"
As soon as thy were both looking at the screen again I
slid off to the bathroom to wash up,staring at myself in the
mirror. "God forgive me," I muttered and in my mind I added
But that was incredible!
When I returned Becky was just coming in the
door,reading my guilty face like an open book.
"So the three of you decided to play hookey and not
invite me?"
"I heard you had some serious work to do and well.." I
tried to excuse it.
"As long as you're having fun?" she smiled
suggestively.
When the first movie had ended we all went to the
kitchen and while the girls discussed it Becky and I decided
we'd order pizza for dinner later which would leave us free
from cooking duty.
End of FatherHood Perks Part One
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