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Authors name: Jaz (jaz1701@webtv.net)
Story title : What Else Could I Do? 

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What Else Could I Do? (MF, inc, rp, v, oral, anal)
by Jaz (jaz1701@webtv.net)

***

Tender love story, with lots of rape, a modicum of 
reluctance, a pinch of incest and a dash of violence.

***

2001 was a pretty shitty year for me. It started off 
with my husband of 5 years leaving me. I can't say it was
a complete surprise, I mean I did catch him cheating with
my best friend at Christmas. I swear to god I loved him 
when I married him but... neither one of us had been 
happy for a long time. He blamed me for getting pregnant.

We were just a couple of kids, I was 20 when told my new 
husband that we had another mouth to feed. I was on the 
pill, but he swears I must have missed a day. He wanted 
me to have an abortion... but I don't care what people 
say, I could not kill my baby. That's part of a woman's 
right to choose. I chose to keep my baby. 

What else could I do, to me it felt like murder. Ron said 
he accepted it... but I knew. He hated how fat I got, the 
extra expense. I had to quit my job in the 7th month, and 
money was pretty tight. My dad helped out a lot. Ron 
hated accepting money from him. But we had to. Somehow 
that was my fault too. My daughter Beth was born, and for 
3 years we tried to make it work. It was just too hard.

The man I used to love slowly became a selfish, mean 
bully. He never quite hit me, but he did shove me around, 
especially when he drank. He would often get in my face 
and scream at me, tell me how dumb I was. Sometimes he'd 
say he was sorry later, once he even cried. 

"Susan baby, I love you. I need you. Besides I'm all you 
got, I'm the father of your child. Just don't piss me off 
and we'll be ok." 

What else could I do? I mean I did not like it but he had 
a point. Afterwards he'd want makeup sex. I don't know 
who came up with that phrase but it can be pretty 
miserable. Me and Ron never made up. We just stopped 
fighting. He was not sorry for the things he said or 
done, and I never really forgave him. I just wanted the 
fight to be over. If you've never had it happen to you, 
it must be hard to understand. I did not want his hands 
on me. I did not want to submit to him. I did not want to 
kiss him. It made me feel dirty, cheap, like a whore.

He liked to undress me, to strip me naked and spread me 
open. It was humiliating. I think that was the whole 
fucking point. He'd fondle me, play with my tits, and 
squeeze my ass, like I was a loaf of bread, a piece of 
meat. I'm not saying he never made me cum, he did, he 
always did. For the last year of my marriage I was not a 
wife, I was his sex toy. Just before Thanksgiving it came 
to a head, and I knew I had to leave. You see, I did not 
always give in. Sometimes I resisted. 
I tried to that night.

"Ron please, not tonight, I'm tired, just go to sleep." I 
begged him. The look of hatred that was on his face 
terrified me, I really did not know what he would do.

"What the fuck did you say to me you dumb bitch? This is 
all you are good for. I'm gonna fuck you twice as hard, 
twice as long now. It's your own damn fault. Don't you 
ever defy me, you piece of shit. You shut up and take my 
mother fucking cock, is that clear!!" he roared at me. 

"Y--yes, I'm sorry. I'll do it, I'm sorry," I whimpered 
in fear and shock. It had never been this bad. 

"Good, 69 me bitch. I want to see how fat your ass has 
gotten. Suck me good Susan While I play with your chubby 
butt. "

It was so degrading. He mauled my ass, and tickled my 
pussy, while I slurped on his fat cock. My thighs were 
straddling his chest and I was so exposed to him. He kept 
whispering how soft and plump my ass was, how one day 
soon he would fuck me there. That's what my fat ass was 
made for. He said a slut like me would enjoy getting her 
ass split, and ripped. He kept playing with my pussy, 
massaging my ass as he spewed his filthy threats. I could 
not help it, I came all over him.

"That's right you sick little bitch, I knew you'd like 
this, I knew you'd want my dick inside of you, heh. What 
a nasty slut you are. I wish your precious daddy could 
see you now. Think daddy would like you if he knew you 
let me stick my finger in your ass? Look at it wiggle 
around! Sit still bitch. Not one word. Oh shit you have a 
sweet ass. I'm going to fuck you there, I'm gonna enjoy 
hurting you. I'll shut that smart mouth of yours."

Smack! Whack, Thwap!

"Don't you dare scream. I own this ass and I'll spank it 
if I want to. Mmmm, so good. That's it, keep sucking me, 
get me nice and hard. You know what's coming now don't ya 
Susie? Stop, lay down on your back, grab your ankles, 
spread em wide... wider damnit. Now say it, ask me to 
make love to you."

Usually I did, but usually it was not this bad.. I could 
not stop crying, I was shaking and shivering. I could not 
say the words.

"Please... oh god, please," I mewled. That made him laugh 
as he sunk his 8-inch dick into me, slowly, scraping my 
insides until he hit bottom. The he grabbed a tit in each 
hand and played with me. 

"I love you Susan, you are the best fuck I've ever had. 
Nobody else has ever made me feel so good. Oh that's it 
milk me, milk my fat cock, while I milk your tits."

I was still nursing. Ron loved making me squirt my milk, 
getting it all over us, all over our bed. He was barely 
fucking me. He was so deep I could not help contracting, 
my pussy, as I tried to expel him. Every once in a while 
he'd slam into me brutally, just to let me know he was in 
charge. Then, he started playing with my pussy in 
earnest. He always did that, when he was ready to cum. He 
made me cum, to prove that I liked it. Just once I wished 
I could resist... but what could I do? Ron knew how to 
make me cum.

"Huh, huh, aghhhm ah god, eeee!" 

"Oooh Susie, you're messing up the sheets, you really 
drenched them. I'm glad baby, glad I could make you 
happy. Here, taste how sweet you are," he said as scooped 
my cum on his hands, and then smeared it all over my 
face.

The sight of me covered in milk and girl cum, pushed him 
over the edge. He started slamming into me, hard, jerky 
powerful thrusts. He was pounding my pussy, ripping my 
cunt, rutting into me as hard as he could. What could I 
do? I just had to lay there and let my husband enjoy 
raping me. That's how it felt, but I know it wasn't 
really rape. I had never said no. He was my husband, he 
had not hit me, or truly forced me.

He said he loved me, and he made me cum. Twice. But I 
wasn't the point, he did not care if he gave me pleasure 
or not. Ron insisted on fucking me with the lights on, 
with my eyes open. He'd stare at me with those cold, 
cruel eyes as he dripped his spunk inside of me. It made 
me feel like I was being raped. He'd grunt and thrust 
into me hard. A nasty little sneer on his face as he 
fucked me in the missionary position. My 36 c tits 
jiggling, flapping as he invariably, inevitably asked me, 
"Do you like it baby, do you feel that Susan?" But 
something was different that night. I looked up at the 
doorway, and saw my 3-year-old daughter. "Da, don hurt my 
mommy!" 

It nearly broke my heart that she had seen it. She had 
seen me naked and spread, and seen her father's casual 
cruelty. But worst of all she saw how weak I was, how I 
accepted my humiliation. I did not want her to be like 
me. I wanted her to feel safe, and protected and loved. I 
knew I had to leave him, get my self-respect back. If 
little Beth was getting old enough to understand that 
daddy was mean to mommy, then it was time to go. I had 
to, but it was not that easy.

My parents lived nearby, and helped out with daycare my 
dad ran a successful construction business. He was a bear 
of a man. An ex Jock, and 10 years in construction had 
layered him in muscle. Six four with thick blonde hair, 
trimmed in gray frosting at the temples. He had this deep 
belly laugh, and his eyes just kind of sparkled, when he 
looked at me, like he was sharing a private joke that 
only we were privy to. 

My dad always made me feel loved, but it was more than 
that. He made me feel special. Dad had known Ron was a 
loser, but I had refused to listen and married him. When 
we got into financial trouble all he asked me was how 
much do you need, and then gave me a thousand more than I 
asked for. He wasn't rich, he just figured I would ask 
for less than I really need, due to pride. He was right. 

When I told him I was pregnant at 20, he ran across the 
room and hugged me gently. Then he picked me up and led 
me around the room, laughing, giggling like an idiot. I 
wrapped my legs around his waist like a little kid, and 
he just kept hugging me. 

Compare that to Ron's reaction and, well I lost it. I 
started crying. Daddy sat down and held me for a half 
hour. I fell asleep in his arms, listening to his deep 
rumbley voice tell me that he loved me, and it would be 
ok. 

"Daddy will make sure everything is ok." 
 
My parents were freakishly in love. They had been best 
friends since childhood, lovers in school, and married at 
19. As much as dad loved me, he loved mom even more. It 
was almost like they were one person sometimes. Dad loved 
the idea of having a grandchild so of course... Mom was 
simply bonkers about being a grandma too. She was a 
school Teacher, and adored kids.

I remember the look on her face when I told her that I 
wanted to name my daughter after her. It was no surprise 
that they fell hopelessly in love with Beth. Dad 
rearranged his work schedule to have afternoons free. He 
said that he had missed so much of my baby years working 
, that he was glad to get a second chance to do it right. 
They were great parents. Kind, loving, funny. I was so 
ashamed. It would break their hearts if they knew how 
fucked up my life was. 

Finally I told mom what Ron had done, that he had raped 
me. She told me to leave him, to come home. 

"Susan... my god, fuck him!! That mother-fucking piece of 
shit! I'll kill him myself. Nobody does that to my 
daughter. Oh baby, I'm so sorry. You deserve better. Come 
home with me. Daddy and I will take care of you," she 
said as she sobbed in pain and grief while holding me. 

I wanted to, I wanted to just shut down but... well I was 
25 years old. It was time to grow up. I had messed up my 
life, I wanted to try and fix it. Mom said I could have 2 
months. If Ron touched me again, she was telling my dad. 
Heh, he snickered. I kept getting this image of Ron 
crying, draped over my dad's lap, with his pants down, 
while he got his ass spanked, hee, hee. See how you like 
it you he-bitch, man-slut.

I decided to take some more computer classes (Dad paid 
for it) and got my Microsoft Certification. I was finally 
making a little money, setting it aside, building a nest 
egg so I could leave Ron. He beat me to it. After 
cheating on me with my best friend, he cleaned out our 
joint account, and found my stash of $2,000. Our credit 
cards were maxed-out and he left me, and Beth to fend for 
ourselves. Happy New Year! 

I was a mess, struggling to make ends meet. Upset and 
depressed about being such a fool. I really was just as 
dumb as Ron said I was. My life could not get any 
worse... and then it did.

I got the call around 1am. 

"Mmmwhoizzit... whadya want?" I mumbled as I fumbled for 
the phone. "Susan, honey it's dad. I need you to come to 
Springdale memorial 's ER right away... mom's been hurt. 
Susan your mom has been hurt really bad. Drive safely... 
but oh god, I think you'd better hurry." 

I dropped the receiver, threw on an overcoat and ran to 
my car. I did not even lock the door or think about my 4 
yr. old daughter. Ten minutes later I was looking at a 
man I could barely recognize. He looked kinda like my 
dad, but this man was too small.

He had obviously been crying and my dad never did that. 
This man looked like he had been broken, he was weak. My 
dad was tall, handsome with a mischievous glint in his 
eye and a quick wit. He gave tight bear hugs and deep 
belly laughs. I don't believe this man had ever laughed, 
or if he had, he never would again. He glanced up and saw 
me staring at him and slowly he pulled himself together. 
I watched as he stood straight, wiped his eyes, and 
called upon sheer strength of will to compose himself. 

"Hello Susan, let's take a walk." 

My father took me by the hand and led me outside to the 
ambulance bay. 

"Dad I want to see mom, what did the doctor say, what 
happened?" I asked rapid fire. I knew if I could just see 
her, everything would be ok. 

"Honey... your mom was in a car accident. She lost a lot 
of blood. The person who hit her drove off and just left 
her. Oh god, he just left her. She did not receive 
treatment right away. Baby... the doctors tried, I, I saw 
them, I made sure. They really tried... but she was 
already gone."

No no no no no no no no no no... . The words did not make 
sense. I heard him speaking but it was like a deep, 
buzzing mumble. I felt hot, I was clammy and, sweaty and 
cold. I realized I had no shoes on. I closed my eyes for 
a minute, and must have gotten dizzy or something. I 
looked up and my dad was calling my name. I was laying on 
the ground, shivering. He sat down next to me, in the 
parking lot of the hospital where my mother died, and 
pulled me into his lap. My dad held me, and rocked me and 
kissed my hair for a long, long time.

The next 3 weeks were a blur. You have not lived until 
you try and explain death to a four-year-old girl who 
loved her grandma very much. I tried to help out as much 
as I could. I was basically trying to work, take care of 
my kid, and run two households. My dad appeared to be 
normal but he wasn't. He just shut down. He barely spoke, 
never cried, and refused to go to the funeral. 

"I'm sorry honey but I can't, I won't say goodbye to her. 
Not now, maybe not ever. I don't care what people think, 
I don't feel like being on display, listening to their 
platitudes, their polite sympathy. She's mine! I'll honor 
her in my own way, as I see fit. In private. I hope you 
can understand." 

I sat in my father's lap, the way I had when I was a 
little girl. I kissed him and laid my head on his broad 
chest. He still did not cry, but that was ok. I cried for 
him. 

That conversation, and my father's behavior made me a 
little afraid for him. He needed me, and Beth. He needed 
people, love, companionship. He needed to talk, to be 
with the living. I needed him too. I needed help, 
financially. Saving $700 a month on rent would be a big 
help. I'd use that money to pay off the credit card bills 
Ron had piled up. Thank god on the really big cards I was 
not an authorized buyer on the account. I guess he was 
afraid I would leave him, and stick him with the bill 
(hmm wonder why). Moving back home, just made the most 
sense. It felt good, right somehow. I noticed that I 
stopped calling him Dad. 

Moving back home, being around him everyday, having Beth 
call him "Grumpa" well it made me feel like his little 
girl again, he was my daddy. I was able to take care of 
him, I cooked and cleaned and washed for him. It felt 
kind of nice, to be there for my daddy, to know that he 
needed me. Beth got to live in a real house, with a big 
back yard. We showered daddy with love. It felt so good 
to live with a kind, decent man. No cursing, or 
screaming, or rape. Just love. 

After nine months life seemed to return too normal. I was 
almost out of debt, Beth was in kindergarten. Daddy sold 
his company for a nice profit, and with mom's Life 
insurance, and the money from the drunk who murdered her, 
he was able to retire. Dad set up a college fund for Beth 
and a small trust fund for me. 

Then he added my name to the mortgage, and paid it off. I 
was thankful, really I was. But I began to get this odd 
vibe from him, like maybe he wasn't going to be around, 
like he was settling his affairs.

Dec 1st it all came to a head. Daddy had been acting odd 
all day. He got up early, put on a suit and a tie. It was 
7am and I had just gotten out of the shower. I had on a 
bra and panties when there was a knock on my bedroom 
door. 

"Come in sweetie..." I called to my daughter. She often 
came in and talked to me while I was getting ready for 
work. It was not my daughter.

"Oh my god, err, um excuse me... I thought you said come 
in, I'm sorry, oh my god," my dad stammered as he blushed 
and stared at my nearly naked body. He turned his head, 
while I threw on a robe. 

"Oh dad, you surprised me, sorry about that. I thought it 
was Beth. Why are you so dressed up today, you look 
really handsome daddy, c'mere let me straighten your 
tie."

My dad walked over to me slowly. I had to stand on my 
toes to reach my 6ft 4 inch father's neck. He must have 
dressed in the dark, his tie was over his collar in some 
places. I got very close to him and rested my arms on his 
shoulders as I fixed the mess he made. He smelled so 
good. Dad always used Bay Rum and Old Spice. I love the 
way he smells, wanted him to stay next to me for a little 
while. 

"Dad I want to thank you for taking me and Beth in. I owe 
you so much. I don't know what I would have done. You've 
make me so happy. Being close to you again... well it 
feels really good. I love you so much," I said as I 
hugged him tight and nestled my body against him. 

Then it happened. I felt daddy's penis move, just a 
twitch or two. I mean he did not get completely hard, but 
we both felt it. 

"Um sweetie, I love you too, and I'm glad you are with 
me. I appreciate all you have done. Never forget that I 
love you and Beth. Now I've got to go. I'll see you 
later." I barely heard him. My brain was reeling. I made 
my daddy hard! That had never happened before. The more I 
thought about it, the more it made sense. 

Dad had always had mom before, he was getting sex on a 
regular basis. Casual contact with his daughter would not 
make him hard. But that had changed. Dad had not had sex 
in over 9 months. Still, the idea of daddy being a man, a 
sexual man with a penis, made me uncomfortable. After 
Ron, I did not like sex. He was the only man I'd ever 
been with, and I never wanted to have sex again.

It took most of the day for me to realize what the 
significance of Dec 1st was. It's my parent's wedding 
anniversary. I had a hunch, I knew where my dad was, 
where he would want to spend the day. I put on a nice 
dress, and asked a friend to pick Beth up from school. 
Then I joined my father at my mother's grave. 

All these month's I knew he was sad, but I thought he was 
getting better. I was wrong. his grief was still fresh in 
him. He had kept the worst of it hidden from me. But it 
was still there. In fact it had gotten worse. He was 
sitting on a blanket next to my mom's plot. As I walked 
up I could hear him talking to... her. 

"I love you baby, I miss you so much. I tried to be 
strong, but I'm tired, I need a break. I need my wife 
back. I have the right to be happy. I have the right to 
be with you. I just want to make sure our girls are ok. 
This is your fault. How dare you leave me. Damn you, I 
can't stand it anymore. What else can I do?" 

I did not know what to say, I was so scared, and angry, I 
just left. My father would not do this to me. He would 
not leave me too. I had to find a way to reach him, to 
let him know how much I loved him and needed him. 
Sometimes words just are not enough. Sometimes you have 
to show how much you care. It was late when my father 
came home. Beth was taking her bath and we had already 
eaten dinner. 

"Dad... I'm sorry I forgot, I wasn't sure if you wanted 
to celebrate, um to be reminded of mom... " My father 
gave me a small smile, and a pat on the shoulder. 
"It's ok sweetie, I just wanted to spend a little time 
with her. It's been almost a moth since I visited her 
last. I'm not really hungry, I think I'll just turn in," 
he said as he kissed my cheek and headed t his room.

Beth and I watched a movie, and then we went to bed too. 
Shortly after midnight, I went to the bathroom. I passed 
my parent's room, and could hear noises. My father was 
crying! I realized then how stupid I had been, how 
selfish. I had assumed that he had never cried for my 
mother.

I was convinced that he had locked it all away. I was 
wrong. My father had been in pain, crying himself to 
sleep, and I never knew. He was just too proud to cry in 
front of me and Beth, but he was hurting. He needed me. 
What could I do? I waited until the crying stopped, 
counted to 30 and knocked on his door. 

"Dad, can I come in?"

"Ah, Sure honey what's wrong?"

"Daddy, I'm sorry, I can't sleep. I had a nightmare. Do 
you mind if I get in bed with you for a little while, 
just until I get sleepy." 

My father seemed very surprised, and a little amused. I 
used to love snuggling between my parents when I was a 
little girl. Even when I was a teenager, I can remember 
laying across the foot of their bed, and reading the 
paper with them on a Sunday morning. However, I had never 
shared a bed with just daddy.

"Susan... would you rather just talk, maybe make some 
sleepy time tea? I was wearing flannel pajamas, and dad 
had boxers and a T-shirt. This was not sexual. I just 
wanted to comfort him, to hold him. I knew he would never 
let me do it any other way.

"Pleaseeee Daddy, just for a little while, please," I did 
not wait for his answer. I scrambled into bed, under the 
covers with him. Then I hugged him hard, and laid my head 
on his chest. I pulled his arm over my back and relaxed. 
I know I was doing this for him, but it felt so good, 
when daddy held me. Daddy finally hugged me back, and I 
drifted off to sleep in his embrace. 

The next morning, daddy was up and about before me. I 
found him sipping coffee in the kitchen.

"Morning daddy," I said as I took his mug and drank 
deeply. Daddy laughed and asked if I was satisfied. "No, 
not yet said as I sat in his lap. He wrapped his arms 
around my waist and we read the paper together.

"Dad, um about last night... did you mind me sleeping 
with you. I mean it really helped. I was kind of silly I 
guess, but it felt good, " I stammered, and blushed. 

Daddy was quiet for a while, but then said, "You have 
nothing to be embarrassed about. You did surprise me, but 
I'm you're dad, even though you are 26, I'll always be 
you're daddy. To be honest... well, sometimes I get 
lone... well sometimes I miss having your, having someone 
in bed with me. I slept with her for more than half my 
life. Every night... it's hard. But last night with you, 
well it's the first time I was able to sleep through the 
night. Thank you, " he mumbled and stuttered and 
whispered.

My plan was working perfectly; daddy was remembering that 
he had responsibilities, that I still needed him. I 
encouraged Beth to be extra affectionate to him as well. 
Poor daddy, he had two adoring females, hugging, kissing, 
sitting in his lap, demanding his attention for most of 
the day. We had a nice meal together, and then Beth asked 
him a question out of the blue "Grumpa tell me a story. 

"Ok sweetie, how about Cat in the Hat, or the Big Blue 
Bunny?"

"No Grumpa, tell me a story about Grandma." 

The room got really quiet then, I felt tears in my eyes, 
but did not say a word. Dad spoke in a soft voice: "What 
do you want to know baby girl." 

"Tell me bout the football game, bout How Much She Loved 
Him."

I of course knew the story of when my mother proposed to 
my father. It was the championship game; my dad was the 
starting middle linebacker. The game was close, and it 
was late in the 4th quarter. My dad got hit from behind 
and was knocked out cold with a concussion. My mom and he 
had been friends, and then lovers, but had never talked 
about marriage. Mom was in the stands, but when she saw 
him lying there on that field as if she was terrified.

She realized that she loved him. She rushed from the 
stands, and out onto the field. When dad finally woke up, 
he saw my mother's tear streaked face. She kissed him on 
that field, in front of all those people and told him 
that she loved him, and wanted to be his wife. They were 
18 yrs old, had no money, but my dad said yes. What else 
could he do? You see as he looked up from the ground, at 
the hysterical woman, he realized how much she loved him 
that they were meant to be. 

I'd heard the story a hundred times growing up. But as my 
father told it to Beth that night I listened again, and 
could not help crying for what he had lost. Dad finished 
the story, kissed Beth and carried her off to her bed. 

Later that night I came to his room. This time I did not 
even ask him, I just got in bed with my daddy and 
snuggled up next to him. He sighed, and smiled and let 
me. I fit perfectly against my daddy. I kissed him and he 
hugged me tighter. I smiled to myself as we drifted off 
to sleep.

It was dark. Something woke me up. Someone was fondling 
my tits. A penis was pressing into my panties. In my 
disoriented state I assumed it was Ron. I was about to 
scream, when I smelled the bay rum, and old spice. Slowly 
I realized where I was, who was fondling me. Daddy had 
spooned me in his sleep. It was reflexive, instinct. He 
did not mean to do it. His face was nuzzled in my neck 
and he was softly snoring. I forced myself to relax. I 
could deal with this. 

Nothing bad was going to happen, no sex. He was not 
really mauling me; he was just holding my breasts, 
cupping them hard. We both had layers of clothing between 
our privates. Yes he was very hard, and I could feel him 
rubbing my pussy with his dick, once I realized it was 
daddy, and that he was asleep, I was ok. He was holding 
me too tight to slip away, so I finally accepted it and 
tried to go back to sleep. It was weird, uncomfortable--
but ok. He was slowly humping me now. He is so strong, so 
powerful. At some point I jus gave in and let daddy have 
me.

The next morning daddy's morning hard on was pressing 
into my crotch.

One arm was draped across my breasts. That's how we woke 
up.

"Morni...what, Oh my god! Susan, I am sorry, what have I 
done?!" Daddy said as he leapt out of bed and left the 
room.

For a while my brain kind of shut down. Something bad, 
something dirty had just happened. There was a large wet 
spot on my panties. It covered most of my butt, where 
daddy's cock had nestled in to me. Here's the strange 
part, my front was wet too. Somehow daddy must have cum 
on my pussy and drenched it. My entire crotch and ass was 
dripping.. My nipples were hard, and my breasts were very 
sensitive from where his hands had played with me in our 
sleep. I got out of bed and slowly peeled my clothes off. 
I walked to the bathroom and could smell the sex all over 
my body. I was pretty upset, shaking a little, and 
breathing hard. 

My daddy had cum on me, my daddy had thought of me 
sexually. He... wanted to fuck me. Oh I know, it was not 
really his fault, exactly. In fact he was probably 
dreaming of mom when he did it. I don't know how that 
made me feel. I mean that he wasn't even thinking of me, 
that I was standing in for my mom... was odd. 

"Oh my god, dad! He's gotta be feeling guilty, what's he 
going to do?" I panicked, and jumped out of the shower. I 
threw some panties on and fastened a robe around my still 
wet body, while running downstairs. My father was sitting 
n the living room. His eyes were red. He looked pitiful, 
miserable. 

"Susan, I need to talk to you. I don't know how it 
happened. I'm sorry, oh baby I'm so sorry. I have 
disgraced myself, and abused your trust. "

Now don't get me wrong, I did not like my daddy's cum, or 
his big thick dick pressing into me. His hands had no 
business rolling, squeezing, and kneading my tits. But, 
well come on! He was my daddy, and I loved him. It was a 
freak accident, I knew it would never happen again. I had 
to show daddy that I still loved him, that I still 
trusted him. Slowly I walked over to him and kneeled 
between his legs and wrapped my arms around his waist.

"Daddy please don't be sad, I forgive you. I love you. 
It's ok, I understand," I said as I held him. My robe 
gapped open a little and my left nipple pressed into his 
stomach. If I leaned back to fix it, he would see. So I 
kept myself tight against him. Daddy was so pleased that 
I was not angry. He settled to the floor with me and 
wrapped me tight in his arms, in his lap. I could tell, 
he wasn't even hard, I checked. There is something about 
being in my daddy's arms that always made me feel safe, 
made me feel special. I felt so warm, so absolutely 
loved, I dozed off, while daddy snuggled me.

*

I woke up to the sound of Sat morning cartoons. 

"Morning mommy, morning Grumpa" a bright cheery voice 
proclaimed. I tried my best not to feel like I'd been 
caught doing something wrong. I was half naked, my robe 
was completely open, and I was stretched out on my 
daddy's stomach, my head was on his chest., my nipples 
pressing flat against him. Oh no, daddy had done it 
again, he had cum all over my panties, I was soaking, 
sopping wet.

I hoped Beth could not see anything. I had a thick cotton 
robe on. I did not want to appear guilty so I stayed 
where I was, with daddy's arms around me. 

After all, he was MY daddy, I could snuggle with him if I 
wanted to. He was still asleep.

"Morning baby-girl, shush be quiet, don't wake your 
grandpa. When she turned back to watch the TV, I 
carefully slid out of his arms. Dad must have really 
gushed all over me, my panties were dripping. His 
pajamas... oh shit, holy shit! His pajamas were dry! My 
robe was dry... but my panties were slick, sticky, and, 
very, very, wet. Slowly I realized the truth. Daddy did 
not cum on me, I had come on him.

This was impossible, I don't even like sex. Certainly not 
with my own daddy. After Ron I knew I would never trust a 
man again. I would never let someone hurt me and my 
daughter. I could not trust any of them. I went upstairs 
for my second shower of the day.

Then I got dressed and asked dad if he would mind 
watching Beth for me. I could not even look him in the 
eye. I did some shopping, stopped by my office, went to 
the library--anything to be alone, where nobody would 
talk to me. I needed to figure out what was going on, why 
my body was reacting this way to my dad. I stayed out for 
hours and had not really solved anything. So, I went 
home. 

It was after 8pm when I got home and Beth was dressed for 
bed. She was watching TV and my dad was doing a load of 
laundry. I let Beth finish her movie, and then tucked her 
into bed. Dad and I were still awkward around each other. 
He felt bad cuz he had reacted to me sexually. I felt 
worse cu I had done the same thing, and not told him. So 
we said good night and went to our rooms. Alone. I just 
could not sleep. I kept tossing and turning and sweating. 
I felt itchy and hot. 

Finally I got up to get something to get something cool 
to drink. It was 1am so I did not bother with a robe, I 
had on a silk nightie, no bra, no panties. I went to the 
kitchen and saw dad at the table. Drinking a glass of 
milk. He almost choked when he saw me. For a second his 
eyes filled with pure lust and I felt myself blush. I 
resisted the urge to cover my breasts, to hide my pussy 
from my daddy. For some reason I let him see me. 

"Hi dad, I couldn't sleep."

"Me either... um, well I'm gonna go watch a little TV," 
he said as he looked at my nipples peeking through the 
sheer material. I should have left. I should have gone 
upstairs. I didn't. 

"Daddy, can we talk?" 

"(Sigh) Ok, sure baby, I think we need to. " I knew what 
I had to do. I had to tell him everything. What Ron had 
done, how he had raped me repeatedly. How stupid, and 
weak I had been. I needed to tell him how much I loved 
him, how he had saved me. That I had moved in with him 
for my own reasons, it wasn't just nobility, to take care 
of him. It was also out of desperate necessity, I had 
used him.

His grief and depression had played to my advantage. I 
would have to tell him that I had heard him cry, heard 
his suicidal talk. I would have to tell my daddy that, I 
was attracted to him, somehow. I chickened out, it was 
too much, too hard, too soon. 

So instead I said, "Daddy, can we talk in the morning, I 
want to go to bed."

"Um ok sweetie, we'll talk tomorrow, goodnight. "

"No, daddy, you don't understand, I don't want to be 
alone. I want to sleep with you. I want you to hold me. 
Please, daddy, just hold your girl."

Daddy was quiet, so quiet. "I'm sorry baby, I'm so sorry, 
but I can't help myself. I can't just hold you anymore, 
or let you sit in my lap. I think I better start looking 
for a new place. It's not your fault, Susan. Please god, 
never think that it is. You just look so, I must be sick. 
If I hold you again, I am going to do things to you. I'm 
not going to stop. I'll ruin everything."

I fell in love with my daddy for the second time in my 
life that night. I don't know where I found the courage, 
but what else could I do? I pulled my daddy to his feet 
and stood on my toes. Then I kissed him. Slow and gentle 
at first, then I heard this ragged panting coming from 
me. Daddy picked me up and dangled me in the air while he 
licked my tongue, sucked my mouth. So slow, so gentle, so 
delicious. I hugged him tight and he set me down. I 
pulled my gown over my head, and threw it aside. 

Daddy licked his lips and mumbled, "So fucking 
beautiful."

He picked me up in his strong arms and carried me to his 
bed. Then he got naked, and crawled next to me. Softly he 
spoke: "Susan, I love you. I want to make love to you 
very much. I need to suck you, to taste that salty little 
pussy of yours, to suckle at your breast. I want to fuck 
you hard and thick, and proper. But that is not going to 
happen tonight." He looked longingly into my eyes.

Then after a long silence he continued, "I know baby, I 
know what Ron did to you. Your mom told me. I know that 
he was a selfish, greedy bastard. I could not bear it if 
you ever thought I took advantage of you. We have to take 
it sl-o-w baby. I just want to kiss you tonight, to sleep 
naked in your arms. Maybe one day we'll do a little more. 
Maybe one day a whole lot more. But tonight, I just want 
to look, and touch and smell and taste you. Only you."

I was 26 years old, and I had never had that, never been 
in love. I've never had a man make love to me like that. 
It felt sensual, and pure, almost innocent, virginal. It 
was a precious gift he gave me. Daddy caressed me, licked 
and sniffed me. He made me laugh, it was fun. Just laying 
there, exposed.

Seeing how bad he wanted me. Looking at his big cock, 
straining, nearly bursting, bouncing up and down. I 
straddled daddy and tried to put it inside of me, but he 
stopped me. He was serious, no fucking. I could feel the 
heat of his dick next to my pussy and it made me drip 
sloppily. I wanted him to fuck me now. To slide that cock 
inside of me. I was used to rough sex.

Somehow I knew that daddy would never hurt me as bad as 
Ron did. Even if he ripped me a little bit, I could take 
it. I'd let my daddy fuck me. I wanted it. I was sitting 
on his stomach now and he made me lay down. I reached 
back a second time to stuff that beefy cock inside of my 
dripping little pussy when daddy grabbed my hands and 
held me still.

He was serious. In that deep, daddy voice he said, "No! 
Susie, that's enough. Shh, rest little one, hush now go 
to sleep. Daddy's here and he loves you." 
What else could I do, he's my daddy? 

Like any good girl, I was trained to obey my daddy's 
voice. I kissed him goodnight and he rocked me to sleep. 
For now, that would have to be good enough. 
For now... 


AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Aw, now ain't that sweet. A tender little love story from 
me to you. In this holiday season it's important to take 
a moment and appreciate the ones we love. C'mon guys, 
just this once. No roses, no cards, no diamond foo-foos. 
Just once, it's time that we actually say the words. Out 
loud. 

"Honey I love you. I need you more than anyone or 
anything else in my life. You are the woman (ok, um 
significant life partner) I adore." 

Tell your wife, tell your mom, tell your children, tell 
all the people that you could not bear to live without.

Just once. 

Then maybe they'll shut up and let you watch the game in 
peace. Hey maybe you can whip out the camcorder and they 
can see/hear it whenever they get lonely, insecure, or 
need a quick pick me up. 

As always, the story is not real, and before you ask no I 
have no plans to write a sequel where Grumpa rapes Beth. 
That's just sick. I mean why would I do that... she's 
only six fer chrissakes. Even if she were 10, I would not 
do it. 

Ok now 12 is at least defensible, I mean I would 
understand 12, or 13. Ok, you talked me into it. I'll see 
you in 2009 for a sequel.

There, now I can rest easy. 

Drop me a line at jaz1701@webtv.net

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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