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Midnight Mass
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
During this festive and family orientated period, a
tale of incest may appear less than appropriate,
especially as it interweaves traditional religious
values and texts. I intend no offense to any readers
and would hope there are those who can divine its true
intent. A celebration above all else, of a man's all-
consuming love for his daughter no matter how he (or
they) are eventually judged. (Mf, ped, inc, 1st, mast)
***
Church is no place to be thinking about sex, even less
so incest, especially during the Christmas service,
just four rows back from the altar, where the elderly
Parish Priest is so fervently extolling the memory of
the last supper.
"Take this all of you and eat it. This is my body which
will be given up for you."
I should be contemplating the significance of the
words, but I find myself glancing at my daughter's
pretty face, the soft curve of those youthful breasts
accentuated by her gentle breathing, as she kneels
beside me, hands clasped together in erstwhile prayer.
"Take this all of you and drink from it. This is the
cup of my blood, the new and everlasting covenant."
I find myself concentrating not on the Eucharistic
prayer now, but rather, Lucy's slim hips and radiating
vitality. As she turns momentarily to smile at me, some
part of us touches and recognises the far-flung
possibilities.
Let us back-up a lifetime.
Lucy and I have always been close - more in what has
been unsaid rather than spoken aloud. She is a soul-
mate. Even though she is eighteen now, the special bond
we shared during her childhood has not slackened off.
Rather, it has evolved into something almost tangible.
An only child, she was but three years old when my wife
died. Her very existence eased the pain of Nadia's
passing and provided the focus I needed to overcome my
grief. In a decade and a half not a solitary impure
thought has crossed my mind so far as Lucy is
concerned.
But then there was tonight.
Just an hour before we had to be at Our lady of The
Rosary I picked Lucy up from a girlfriend's place where
she had spent Christmas Eve, quite evidently quaffing
the occasional alcoholic beverage. I say "quite
obviously" on account of the fact she was still giggly
and overly talkative. - traits she rarely exhibits.
It was as she sat in the car chatting animatedly that I
realised how much I loved her and how much - to my on-
going discredit - I wanted her in ways other than those
might be termed appropriate.
"I love you dad," She had said, reaching across and
holding my hand. In that instant, our destinies
overlapped.
Even as the Priest intones the words, "Father, calling
to mind the death your son endured for our
salvation....." the images begin to form.
Lucy stands at the foot of her bed seemingly unfazed
by my close proximity. Removing her school back-pack
she tosses it on the covers. I notice her tanned arms
and legs as she turns her back to me momentarily,
retrieving a purse from the pocket of her school-dress,
that she then places on her work-desk nearby. I cannot
fail to notice either the soft curves of her shapely
bottom that are so clearly delineated for an instant.
I seat myself on the edge of the bed and place my hand
just above her hips. She still has her back to me even
as I begin to smooth over those gentle rearward curves.
She knows instinctively what pleases me and takes a
step backwards so that I may better feel-up my field of
dreams.
"You are so beautiful Lucy," I mutter, sliding both
hands now across her taut little rear and cupping both
cheeks, feeling plainly her panties beneath the school-
dress. Holding her around the hips I tug that warm
little body towards me until she is sitting on my lap.
Slipping my arms around her waist, my hands wander
northwards searching out the illicit warmth of her
teenage breasts. She makes no move to stop me, simply
gasping softly as I begin to fondle those delicate
mounds. I know she is watching as I begin undoing the
top few buttons of her dress.
"Grant that we who are nourished by his body and
blood...:"
The image fades and once again I glance down at the
sweet-smelling youthful form alongside me. I must
suppress these thoughts at all cost.
"....the apostles, the martyrs and all your saints upon
whose constant intercession we rely for help."
My hand slips into the newly created air-space. I
relish the contact with the frilly material, it
represents the ultimate feminine tactility. Again the
lightest of gasps as I cup her breasts through the
yielding material, squeezing and caressing the softness
beneath. Even as an embryonic moan rises in her throat,
I incline my face to her shoulder and nuzzle her
lovingly. Kissing her at the base of the neck, I feel
her wriggle slightly on my lap, the warmth of her young
body addling my senses. I slip a hand inside her bra
cup and grasp what nature has been working so
efficiently upon these last six years or so.
"Oh dad," she whispers, bringing her own hands up to
cover mine, wholly complicit yet fully in acceptance of
my actions. It requires a minimum of sensory
recognition to acknowledge a hardening of her nipples
within their padded rayon creche. My desire is rising
like the Spring tide.
"and all the Bishops, with the clergy and the entire
people your son has gathered here before you."
I look down at the Missal between my hands. My thoughts
betray me and aware of the offense I am causing in this
hallowed place, I replace it in the rack before me.
Again Lucy glances in my direction and smiles so
sweetly I can feel the onset of tears of emotion. I try
to concentrate on the liturgy.
"Welcome into your kingdom our departed brothers and
sisters and all who have left this world in your
friendship....."
Again my euchamenical surroundings fade as Lucy turns
her pretty face towards me. Without hesitation I kiss
her softly on the lips. I can see clearly now her
exposed cleavage and the incestuous behavior of my
hands as they roam freely the captive mountain range
before me. I need to see that which I can feel.
Beginning now to rub her nipple between thumb and
forefinger her kisses wholeheartedly match my own for
passion and intensity. Her small hand seeks out the
other breast, idly caressing it's focal point as
together we inspire a mammarian celebration within the
confines of those fleecy restraints.
Undoing the buttons to her waist almost, Lucy's
slimline bra is revealed in all its tempting
simplicity. I kiss her passionately as she matches my
ardor with her own. As I slip the bra straps down her
arms, encouraged by the fact that she is making no move
to halt my progress, she once more teases me to
distraction by perceptibly thrusting her breasts
forward as I tug the material lower, relieving both
cups of their protective duty.
We break off momentarily from our lip deliberations and
look into each other's eyes. All understanding is
there...no oratory required. Fully exposed now, her
breasts stand out proudly, her nipples erect and in
urgent need of a man's touch - a FATHER'S touch!
"Holy Holy Holy Lord, God of power and might." The
obligatory words of the communal sanctus jolt me back
to the real-time and I recite quietly, as does Lucy
beside me,
"Heaven and earth are full of your glory,
Hosanna in the highest
Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord,
Hosanna in the highest."
Ahead of the Memorial Acclamation, the priest pauses at
the altar.
Resting her arms on my shoulder her expression betrays
just the slightest trepidation. My lips address her
concerns and as I begin to draw down on her right
nipple I cannot miss the sharp intake of breath or soft
cry of pleasure resulting from my grossly indecent
treatment of her young body. The milky scent afflicts
my nasal passages and I draw down instinctively,
recalling a child's primitive intimacies and the long
forgotten suckling urge. As might a mother, she holds
my head firmly against her breast willing me to take
the nourishment that only the female body can provide.
Grasping her tightly around the waist I alternate my
attentions between either nipple, suckling her and
drawing sustenance, however imaginary, from her
beautiful teats. I am aware of the soft moans that even
now are escaping her lips.
Pleasure begets pleasure however and discovering that
my right hand has unintentionally I like to think,
located the zipper at the side of her school-dress, I
wonder just how far she is prepared to travel this
night?
"Dying you destroyed our death, rising you restored our
life."
The pew swims back into focus. Lucy still kneels beside
me, frizzy hair trailing way off her shoulders - total
innocence personified. So small, she barely comes up to
my collar bone. I can barely comprehend her
desirability, however illicit.
Sensing perhaps my scrutiny, she turns to me, those
blue eyes of her transfixing me in captured
understanding.
"What is it dad?" she whispers
"Nothing sweetheart," I reply, "I just love you silly
that's all." She seeks out my hand momentarily and
squeezes it.
"Through him, with him, and in him, in the unity of the
Holy Spirit, all honor and glory is yours almighty
Father, for ever and ever....amen!"
The zipper may have afforded less than six inches by
way of side entry, but it was enough. At the angle she
is sitting on my lap - almost side-saddle - just about
any direction travelled has to bring my hand in close
proximity to something seriously off-limits under
normal circumstances. These however are anything but!
Almost immediately my fingers make contact with the leg
elastic of her panties. I feel her stiffen and murmur
softly "No dad...not there ....you shouldn't!"
"Interesting choice of words" I observe mentally.
"Shouldn't" being way down the list from "can't" or
"musn't." Inarguably I have not yet met with any
physical resistance either. She lets out a small cry of
surprise as my fingers encroach (admittedly topside)
upon the skimpy panties themselves.
How can I possibly convey the feelings I experience as
I follow that curving road to the very brink of its
angular descent between her thighs. Her sweet mouth is
open slightly I notice and remains thus, as my finger
follows that definitive indentation all the way down
between her legs. I feel her part them slightly - the
heat from her thighs enveloping the inbound visitors.
Using just my middle and index finger I begin to rub
softly the front of the material. Fully unable to sit
still, she begins to wriggle her hips in pleasured
response. Now I figure is quite the best time to kiss
her once more and in doing so, I confirm such strategy
as being wise in the extreme.
A small leap of faith admittedly but by slipping my
fingers beneath those sexy little undies swiftly and
without any advance notice, they find themselves on the
instant, in a world of tropical delights. My tactile
indulgencies deliver up the hitherto unknown fact that
Lucy evidently trims her nether regions yet ensuring
that sufficient of her girlish growth remains on hand
to tease any intruder wishing to cross that final
border. That there have been none until now, can never
be in dispute.
Slipping dexterously between her moist folds, I waste
no time in locating her clitoral hood, whereupon I
commence a teasing program all my own. Even as I feel
her hand approach the playing fields - perhaps to offer
some token resistance, I step-up the friction and with
her now audible moans reverberating around the bedroom,
I bring her to the edge of a brave new world.
Transported by these newly come-by experiences, she is
unaware just how spread her legs have become. I avail
myself of the opportunity and ease her dress up until
her panties are fully exposed. So absorbed is Lucy in
her escalating pleasures, her eyes are closed and she
is likely unaware of her fully indecent aspect or the
fact that her bare breasts are rising and falling in
sync with her irregular breathing status.
Her cleavage glistens with moisture as I bring her to a
new plateau. Her body is trembling and those hips
locked into the final countdown. The outcome is swift
and decisive. As waves of pleasure engulf her small
body, radiating outwards in direct proportion to her
vaginal spasms, she cries aloud, "Ohhh unreal dad,"
clutching her pussy as she utters the words.
As the vision cruelly disintegrates, I hear the Priest
once more.
"Let us pray to the Father in the words our saviour
taught us." The congregation speak out as one,
"Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowe'd be thy name."
I lay my daughter gently on the bed. Everything but her
hot little rose-colored briefs appears to have been
magically discarded.
"Thy Kingdom come, thy will be done, on Earth as it is
in Heaven."
I am kneeling beside her. Grasping her panties I pull
them down. She puts her arms up to me almost in
supplication. She smiles as I part her legs. I stare
lovingly rather than lustfully at her beautifully
sculptured ingress.
"Give us this day our daily bread,"
I manouever myself between her thighs, unembarrassed as
is she, by my swollen erection.
"And forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who
trespass against us."
Placing the head at her vaginal entrance, I apply what
pressure is necessary. She whispers "It's OK dad you're
not hurting me," Even though I must be, she hands me
such a loving smile I feel like crying. Perhaps tears
of gratitude that God ever fashioned for me so
beautiful and exquisite a daughter.
"and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from
evil."
Entering her, I am lost in a sea of emotion. She
understands somehow and holds me to her, encouraging me
to penetrate her yet deeper.
"For the kingdom, the power and glory are yours..."
Time has elapsed - seconds? minutes? I have no way of
knowing. Right then my discharge floods her internally.
The beatific expression on her face assures me that all
is well and that never shall I feel guilt over what I
have done.
"For ever and ever, Amen!"
(c) Peter_Pan 2006
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