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Horny Holiday Daughter
by Amour (no address provided)
***
A teenage girl and her dad discover that gifts aren't
the only thing that can be laid in front of the Christmas
tree. (Mf, ped, inc, 1st)
***
Author Note: All characters and situations in this story
are fictitious.
***
Part 1
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Nora Fields sat with her legs crossed under the
dinner table. The teenage girl felt like she had been
cursed to live in the most boring family on Earth. Her
dad taught a history class at the university and spent
long hours on campus, and when he did come home he
devoted most the time to grading papers. Her mom wasted
most of her days eating and watching soap operas on
television, and a result had become hideously
overweight.
It was two weeks before Christmas and her
parents had yet to go shopping, or even put up
decorations. Nora searched her mind to try and think
of a way to get them excited about Christmas. She
decided that the Christmas tree itself could spark a
lively debate, and that right now, during dinner,
would be the perfect time and place for such a
discussion.
"Dad, everyone in the neighborhood except us
has already put up their Christmas tree."
Jacob Fields looked over the top of his glasses
at his daughter. Her brown hair hung down to her
shoulders in a way that reminded him of how his wife
looked, a long time ago, before they were married. His
gaze was briefly diverted by a slash of creamy flesh
that beckoned through the unbuttoned top of her red
flannel shirt.
"Well Nora, you can take the tree out of the
attic and set it up tonight if you like."
"No, that's an artificial tree. This year I
want a real one."
Barbara Fields held a napkin to her lips and
coughed. She had just started her second helping of
mashed potatoes and gravy, and she really didn't want
to be dragged into an argument with her daughter, but
sometimes she just had put some sense into the
teenager's little head.
"Now listen Nora, real Christmas trees are
expensive, and you know we're not getting rich off your
dad's college professor salary, and besides, real trees
have those messy needles and they're fire hazards too."
"I don't care. Our tree looks phony. I hate
it," Nora said.
Jacob Fields felt insulted by his wife's
comment about his salary. She knew he was going to be a
teacher when they got married. Since then he had
provided her with a nice house and a closet full of
clothes. If she was dissatisfied with the family's
economic standing then she should get a job and bring
in some money herself.
"I think Nora has a point," Jacob said. "Why
don't we get a real Christmas tree this year. I'm sure
we can afford it."
"You'll have to do it by yourself then, I won't
have any part of it." Barbara stuffed her cheeks full
of mashed potatoes. It made her furious to see him
siding with their daughter in an argument.
"I'll help," Nora said as she took a small
piece of meat from the plate and dropped it on the
floor. Scamper, the family's little dog, dug his claws
into the carpet and sprang up to Nora's side and
quickly devoured the morsel.
"I told you not to feed Scamper from the
table," her mother said. "You'll stain the carpet."
"It's okay Mom, he licked it up."
Nora let the front of her shirt fall open as
she leaned over to scratch Scamper behind the ears. The
brilliant white fabric of her bra caught her dad's eye.
He thought that she looked much prettier than the other
girls in her eighth grade class.
"Dad, I heard there's a farm where people can
cut down their own Christmas trees. Don't you think
that would be fun?"
"That's out of the question," her mother said.
"It's a very long drive to the tree farm and the trees
there are overpriced. You can just go downtown and get
a regular tree like ordinary people."
Jacob saw his daughter's shoulders slump down
in a quiet teenage despair, and in an odd way, he felt
something like that too. He hated being bossed around,
and Barbara's comment about his salary jabbed at him
like a thorn in a hiking boot.
"I'm the one who will be driving the car
tomorrow, and I'm the one who will be paying the bill,
and I say, this year we're going to the tree farm!"
Nora jumped to her feet and almost stepped on
Scamper as she hopped up and down in jubilation. It was
a little victory, but she relished it because of what
her mom had said to her recently. There had been an
argument over some dirty dishes that Nora left in the
kitchen sink, and out of nowhere her mother had said,
"You're going to be a terrible mother." Nora knew it
was a lie, but still, the words sank into her heart
like a dagger, and at that moment she felt a break in
their relationship. Didn't her mom know that words can
hurt?
Nora went to where her dad was sitting at the
dinner table and threw her arms around him, pressing
her breasts into his back. She sustained the embrace
for longer than what was typical for her, and when she
kissed him she let her lips linger on his cheek. She
was only hoping to cement their alliance against her
mom, but the contact with her dad had inadvertently
sent a tingle through her little pussy, and she
wondered if her dad would notice.
"I love my Daddy," Nora said before retiring to
her bedroom.
Jacob Fields looked across the table at his
wife, but his thoughts were on his daughter. At the
college he was well respected for his work as a
professor, but at home he was little more than an
errand boy, buffeted by his wife's wild emotional
swings. She constantly complained about housework, and
criticized what she called his "mediocre income."
There was nothing he could do to make her happy, so he
just worked longer and longer hours. Tonight however,
the simple act of taking sides with his daughter had
enabled him to feel alive again, and the electrifying
feeling of Nora's young lips had awoken something
inside him that he thought he might have lost.
* * *
Jacob and his daughter got up early the next
morning and quietly left the house without waking his
wife. It was a long drive to the tree farm so they
stopped for breakfast at a restaurant in a small town
where he let her order a cup of coffee, something that
her mother had forbidden at home. Nora wore a red
sweatshirt, blue jeans and a stocking hat; fitting
attire for an eighth-grade girl, and Jacob thought she
looked lovely, in a tomboyish way. It was odd that his
wife had never really bonded with their daughter, and
it seemed to him that his wife secretly feared Nora as
a rival.
The tree farm was in the foothills, and while
the road was clear, there was a thin blanket of snow on
the ground, which made it all the more exciting for
Nora. This was a day that she planned to enjoy to the
fullest extent.
"I'm having fun Dad, we should do this every
year."
"That's a good idea. Let's you and me do more
things together for now on."
"What size tree should we get?"
"This was your idea, so you get to decide."
Jacob and Nora arrived at the gate to the tree
farm where they were greeted by a bearded man who
provided them with a map and instructions on how to
cut down a tree. The farm was spread out over many
acres, and Nora wanted to see all the trees before
making up her mind. She searched for over an hour, with
her dad following behind her, and sometimes when she
looked back at him, she would catch him staring at her
little ass.
"There's so many Dad, how can I decide? Some
are big and tall, others are round and bushy."
"Try imagining how it will look at home. You'll
know the right one when you see it."
It felt comforting when her dad put his harms
around her from behind, and Nora relaxed and leaned
against his chest, with her bottom pressing against the
front of his pants. Her first instinct was to pull away
when she felt the firm lump poking between her back
pockets, but she was strangely intrigued by the
sensation, so she stood still with a quickening
heartbeat. Her intuition told her that something had
changed in her dad.
"I've decided that's the one that I want," Nora
said, while pointing to a tree a few feet away. The one
she picked was shorter than many of the other trees,
but it was also thicker, with many branches for hanging
ornaments.
"I like that one too. Wait here and make sure
nobody takes it. I'll go get a saw."
"I want to cut it down," Nora yelled as he
walked away.
Jacob returned a few minutes later and handed
his daughter a bow-saw and then watched as she got down
onto her hands and knees below the tree, with her
bottom provocatively pointed upward toward him. Nora
followed his instruction and sawed a notch in the side
trunk, then she applied the blade to the opposite side
and sawed inward toward her first cut. The tree started
to lean to one side so he took hold of it until she had
a chance to get back on her feet. Pine needles stuck in
her hair and in the hood of her sweatshirt.
A horse drawn wagon came by and gave them a
ride to the parking lot, where the bearded man took
their payment and wrapped the tree for the ride home.
Apparently he was a salesman too, as he suggested it
might be fun to have lunch and then go on a hay-ride,
all of which would only cost a few dollars more.
"Can we Dad, please!"
"Why not, it'll be fun do something we've never
done before."
"Thanks Dad."
Jacob handed the bearded man some more money.
It would make his wife furious, and that gave him a
feeling of malicious satisfaction.
Nora stood on her tip toes and leaned into her
dad to kiss his cheek, and she again bumped against the
firm lump in his trousers. This time the taut mound
pressed against the bottom of the zipper on her jeans,
applying pressure to her little pussy. A sudden rush of
confusion flooded her mind. She felt embarrassed by the
accidental intimacy with her dad, while simultaneously
wanting to elicit more of the contact that had spread
the unexpected warmth between her legs. The feeling
stayed with her as they had lunch and waited for the
hay-ride.
It was late in the afternoon when the draft
horses pulled the wagon in front of the house. Flakes
of snow drifted from the clouds that covered the tops
of the hills. The hay-ride was crowded so Nora took a
seat on her dad's lap to make room for some children.
Nobody could see that her dad had put his hand under
her parka, and she assumed that he only wanted to warm
his fingers.
The ride was bumpy and the rhythmic bouncing of
the wagon caused Nora to gently rock back and forth,
and she thought her dad must have been trying to steady
her when he slid his hand underneath the sweatshirt and
over her tummy. Little clouds of steam formed in front
of the horses' nostrils. Other dads were holding their
daughters too, so it didn't seem unusual when moved his
hand to the inside of her thigh and wedged it against
the zipper to her jeans. He probably didn't realize
that the edge of his hand was touching between her
legs, and it really didn't matter because her coat hid
it from the view of others, and besides, she didn't
want to say something that would embarrass him, but it
did feel like he was softly rubbing her excited little
pussy. The movement of the wagon on the bumpy road made
it feel so nice they way his fingers cupped around her
crotch. Everybody else on the hay-ride was laughing or
pointing at the scenery as Nora parted her legs just a
little bit more. It seemed like the natural thing to
do. The cold air chilled her face, but a warmth spread
through her body from deep inside her pussy. Long
forgotten was the consideration of whether this was
happening by accident, now she simply accepted the
way his hand squeezed and rubbed between her legs,
making it wet inside her panties.
It was dark when the hay-ride returned to the
parking lot, and the temperature had dropped well below
freezing. Nora hated for the hay-ride to end, because
that meant it would be time to go home, and once she
got home the fun would stop. Her dad started to scrape
the ice off the car windows, but decided that was too
much work, so they both got inside the car and waited
for the defroster to clear the windshield.
"My feet are frozen," Nora said.
"No wonder, you only wore tennis shoes."
"I know, I didn't think I'd need boots."
Jacob grabbed a bag from the back seat and took
out a pair of wool socks, along with a chocolate bar.
"Dad, you think of everything!"
"I try," he said.
Jacob had his daughter put her feet up on the
car seat so he could take off her shoes. He slid the
fresh socks over her toes, and noticed that her skin
was cold to the touch, so he gently massaged each foot
to renew the circulation. Nora leaned back on her
elbows while her dad carefully rubbed the numbness out
of her toes and feet, and as the minutes ticked by she
began to feel the same warmth between her legs that had
enchanted her during the hay-ride.
The frost finally melted from the windshield
and the heater made the inside of the car was as warm
as her bedroom at home. Her dad instructed her to
buckle the seatbelt, and Nora picked out a radio
station that she liked and nibbled on the chocolate
bar. After they had traveled a few miles the hum of
the roadway made her become sleepy, so she dozed off
for a few minutes and then woke up. The seatbelt made
it hard to relax and fall asleep.
"Dad, can I lay down?"
"You're supposed to be wearing a seatbelt."
"I know, but I'm tired."
"Okay then, but don't tell your Mom."
Nora unbuckled the seatbelt and pulled off her
sweatshirt and sprawled across the front seat, placing
her head on her dad's leg. Within a few minutes her
eyelids became heavy and she drifted into a deep sleep.
The last thing she remembered was that her dad
put his hand on her stomach, just like he had done on
the hay-ride. She remembered some vaguely pleasant
sensations, and when she awoke she found his hand
resting over her left breast. Nora kept her eyes closed
as he softly squeezed her still developing chest. Now
what was she supposed to do? She was wearing a bra,
but even so, her nipple had become quite hard from the
touch of her dad's mischievousness fingers.
"Hummm," Nora softly cooed, as subtle pulses
of pleasure rippled through her body.
His daughter's eyes were were closed, and she
had one foot up on the car seat and the other down on
the floor. The seam of her tight fitting jeans made a
crease where the fabric pulled between her legs,
accentuating the faint outline of her pubic mound.
It was nice to see his daughter sleeping
soundly after a day of exhausting activity. Her stomach
rose slowly with each breath, and her little nipple was
surprisingly firm as it poked out from beneath her
bra and long underwear. The relationship with his wife
had become so bad that spending time with Nora was a
refuge for him. What harm could could be done by a
little touching? Was his hand so much different than
that of someone else? In any case, tonight was special,
and he had no intention of letting the intimacy continue.
Jacob moved his hand between his daughter's
parted legs. It was a disturbing moment as he guided
the car through the night with only one hand on the
steering wheel. He didn't see any harm in rubbing his
little girl's pussy, but at the same time he feared
that his life, like the car he was driving, was
capable of careening into a total wreckage at any
moment. He would just enjoy the feel of his daughter's
hot pussy for a little while more, and that would be
the end of it, but then she began move. At first it
was barely perceptible, but as time went by it became
blatant. His somnolent daughter was bending her hips
upward, against his hand. It was devious of him, but
he applied pressure from the tips of his fingers to
where her clitoris surely lay hidden beneath her jeans.
To his amazement, his little girl spread her legs and
raised her hips, holding her clitoris against his
fingertips, in a lewd and beautiful display of
blossoming sexuality.
Nora kept her eyes closed and pretended to be
asleep as the fondling summoned waves of excitement in
her little pussy. She adjusted her head on her dad's
lap and felt the bulge in his crotch pressing against
her cheek, and she wondered what they would have for
dinner when they got home.
Jacob guided the car around the freeway
off-ramp and drove through town until he came to a
stoplight. This must be the best wet-dream that his
daughter ever had, why else would she be rocking her
hips in such an obscene manner? The horny but still
sleeping little girl nuzzled her cheek against his
crotch, as if it were a pillow.
A police cruiser pulled up and stopped at the
other side of the intersection. Fear gripped him as he
imagined being caught in such a compromising position,
but the light turned green and the two vehicles passed
without incident. Jacob drove out of town and returned
to their home in the suburb where he pulled the car
into the driveway and turned off the lights. He
removed his hand from daughter and gently nudged her.
"Wake up sleepy head, we're home."
Nora yawned and sat up on the seat and
stretched her arms. She had kept her eyes closed
through the entire experience, so to her way of
thinking, it really didn't happen, it was like a dream,
but nevertheless, her panties were wet, and her nipples
still tingled.
"I slept really good Dad. I guess you kind of
wore me out today."
"Did you have fun?"
"Yes, it was great. You're more fun when Mom's
not around."
"That could be, now let's take the tree into
the house and have some dinner."
Nora and her dad set up the tree and Nora
agreed to make sure it was watered every day until it
was taken down after Christmas. Barbara griped about
how much they had paid for the tree, but she started
screaming when she found out that they had paid even
more money for a hay-ride and lunch.
"You're going to put us into the poor house. I
scrimp a save every grocery coupon just to save a dime,
and then you two go out throw money away on frivolous
entertainment."
"I can assure you that I can afford it," Jacob
said.
"Well then maybe I'll go get myself some new
shoes!"
Barbara went back to her room and took a
sleeping pill, it was something she did more often
during the holidays. This time of year was so
stressful, and nobody around here seemed to appreciate
all the work that she did.
Jacob and Nora decided to decorate the tree
that night. Scamper thought the project was great fun,
but they had to keep the excitable dog away from the
boxes of ornaments. Jacob sensed a new closeness with
his daughter that hadn't been there before, and he
started to feel like he could anticipate what she would
say or do next.
Nora found clever ways to keep her dad's
attention focused on her. It wasn't a well thought out
plan, it was just her heart leading her down a path
toward an unknown destination. She leaned against him
and pressed her breast into his arm, she gave him hugs
and kissed him on the cheek, and she constantly smiled
and looked into his eyes. He was noticing her too, and
the way he looked at her sent pulsating thrills through
her little pussy. That night as she lay in bed alone,
she touched herself while thinking about her dad, until
a shudder of pleasure burst upward from her loins.
When Jacob walked into his bedroom he saw the
bed tilting to one side under the weight of his wife.
The bottle of sleeping pills sat on the nightstand, and
he knew she wouldn't wake up even if he told her the
house was on fire. He climbed into bed and turned off
the light, and as he lay there, mental images of the
way his daughter had behaved in the car played in his
mind's-eye, and he stroked himself until the seed burst
out of his cock, making a wet blob on the bed sheet.
Part 2
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The next day was Sunday and Nora wasted no time
in devising another debate that would get her parents
fighting again. She had discovered that their weakness
was money, and she planned exploit that to her
advantage in order to get more quality time with her
dad. Nora crossed her legs underneath the kitchen
table and spread strawberry jam over a slice of toast.
Breakfast was the perfect time to pick a fight.
"There's only one week until Christmas and we
still haven't gone shopping yet." Nora said.
"Well the way you two have been burning through
our checking account I think it would be a good idea
for all of us to just make presents instead of buying
them," Barbara said.
"Mom, you can't be serious."
"It's a good idea, after all, that's what poor
people do."
"Barbara, we're not poor," Jacob said.
"We will be if you don't stop throwing away
money."
"Really, this is nonsense. We will go shopping
today, at the big department stores too. We're going to
have a nice Christmas."
"Leave me out of it," Barbara said. "I don't
want to be the cause of this family's downfall."
"You don't have to come with us if you don't
want to. Now listen Nora, I want you to go brush your
teeth and get dressed, we're going downtown."
"Thanks Dad!" Nora said. The excited teenager
bounced up from her seat at the table and squeezed her
dad and kissed his cheek, and as she did so, her eyes
were drawn to his lap, and she remembered their hugs
yesterday and the firm bulge that pressed between her
legs. What had caused that? What would she do if it
happened again?
They left the house without saying goodbye to
Barbara, and drove straight into the city. Nora felt
dazzled by the elaborate Christmas decorations that
adorned the tall downtown office buildings. The streets
were filled with people rushing about and carrying
packages, and Nora wondered if she had dressed nice
enough to fit in with everyone else.
Her dad parked the car in a garage several
levels underneath the department store where they were
going shopping. They got in an elevator and started the
ascent to the store, but the elevator had to stop at
each parking level on the way up to take on additional
shoppers. Nora and her dad were forced to move to the
back of the compartment, where Nora found herself
squeezed between her dad and the people in front of
her. Then she felt it, more seriously this time as she
was only wearing a skirt. The pole in her dad's pants
was stiff and pressing between the cheeks of her
bottom. Nora took a deep breath, hoping he wouldn't get
mad, and then she squeezed her buns together, which
massaged her dad's shaft inside the velvet softness of
her little ass. Nora relaxed and felt the elongated
muscle press between her buns, so she tightened her
buttocks again and squeezed his cock, and then she
held still, enraptured by the feeling of his hardness,
stretched out and rubbing between her ass cheeks
They crowded elevator finally reached the first
floor of the department store and everyone rushed out
to go shopping. The first thing Nora did was to survey
her handiwork by casting a surreptitious glance toward
her dad's crotch, but she couldn't see anything because
he'd pulled out his shirt-tail to cover his pants. She
could understand that he wouldn't want to show himself
that way in public.
"Nora, let's sit down over here and plan our
shopping," her dad said as he pointed to some chairs
outside a coffee shop. "This shopping trip will be a
little unusual because we'll be seeing what we buy each
other," he said
"So there won't be any surprises for
Christmas?"
"Let's do it like this. We'll both tell each
other what we want, and that way we won't have to
return anything after Christmas, but, we'll also get
each other one surprise gift."
"What about Mom? It sounds like she doesn't
even want to have Christmas. Maybe we should just leave
her off the shopping list."
"We will get gifts for your mother too. After
all, Christmas is for giving."
They decided that Nora would pick out her
presents first. It was fun to lead her dad all over the
store in a quest to find her the perfect gifts. He was
touching her more now, in casual ways, like a hand on
her shoulder or waist when she was looking at
merchandise. There was one time though, when he passed
in front of her as she stood between two clothing
racks. His hand brushed over the front of her skirt
and then paused at the apex of her thighs, before
pressing the skirt between her legs. Other shoppers
bustled about but didn't pay any attention to them.
Nora took a shirt from the rack and looked at it with
feigned interest as her dad moved his hand underneath
her skirt. She widened her stance a little as he slid
his finger inside the elastic leg-band of her panties,
where he touched the moist lips of her little pussy
for the first time. She couldn't believe it was
happening in a department store. This was the best
shopping trip ever!
The time came for them to buy their surprise
presents, so they went off separately, agreeing to meet
in front of the coffee shop in a half hour. Jacob
walked around the store in a daze. He couldn't forget
his daughter's innocent smile when he pulled his finger
out of her panties. The maelstrom of desire for his
little girl was overpowering, and he lost sight of
any moral compass that might have corrected his course.
He had given himself over to primitive desires, which
now led him into the lingerie department on the second
floor.
Jacob stared at the manikins, all dressed up in
sexy bedroom clothing, and imagined how the adult
sleepwear would look on his eighth-grade daughter.
"Looking for a present?" a smartly dressed
saleswoman said.
"Ah, yes. Something for, ahem, my wife."
The saleswoman gave him a knowing smile and
asked a few questions about his preferences, which
helped him decide on a lingerie style known as the
"baby-doll." It was a wisp of an outfit that would
float down from her shoulders to barely below her
waist. There was a matching panties made of the same
sheer material that would reveal everything that at man
would want to see.
"This ought to make your wife feel like a sexy
young girl," the saleswoman said with a mischievous
wink.
"I'm sure you're right about that."
"You're lucky to have a wife who can still get
into a negligee this size."
* * *
When Jacob and Nora came home they found
Barbara standing in the middle of the living room. She
had her hands on her hips and her lower lip twitched in
anger. Nora marched into the room with two bags of
presents, followed by Jacob who carried three more
bags. His wife's face turned red and she started to
wobble before she dropped herself on the sofa. Jacob
returned to the car to get the remaining presents, and
when he returned he sat on the floor and helped Nora
lay everything under the Christmas tree. Barbara
slapped her fist to her forehead.
"Oh my god, look how much you bought! You're
going to bankrupt the family!"
"Don't be silly Barbara."
"I'm not being silly. There has to be limits,
there must be restraint. You're going to spend
everything. We won't even have money for food."
"There's nothing to worry about, I saved up
extra money for Christmas."
"Don't you tell me not to worry. Oh god!"
Nora got up from the floor and sat in a chair
and crossed her legs. Her mother had started to cry,
which was pitiful for a grown woman. Why didn't her mom
show some restraint when it came to emotional
outbursts? Barbara sniffled and wiped her eyes.
"You two just don't appreciate all that I do
for you," Barbara said before getting up and going to
her bedroom.
Her mom always had tirades during the holiday
season, but the intensity of the outbursts had
increased when Nora began developing into a young
woman. Nora had grown up feeling that she was somehow
the cause of her mom's problems, and she thought that
if she could somehow be a better daughter, then her mom
would magically start being nice to her. Now it all
seemed like a distant memory, it just didn't matter
anymore.
"She'll feel better in the morning," Jacob
said.
"I had a lot of fun today Dad. Let's you and me
go out again sometime."
Part 3
------
Nora always found it hard to wait until
Christmas morning to open the presents. She'd lay in
bed, too excited to sleep, and sometimes she'd sneak
out of her bedroom after her parents went to bed and
turn on the Christmas tree lights and sit there in
silence until she finally grew sleepy.
Her mom made some eggnog and cookies and her
dad hauled out his collection of Christmas music that
he liked to play every year. They were really old
fashioned songs, sung by people who had already died,
but the sounds somehow evoked a warm feeling, and Nora
felt content and happy.
The tree and presents provided Scamper with a
lot of interesting things to sniff, and Barbara
repeatedly shooed the dog away, fearing that he might
start chewing on something. Nora shuffled around in the
middle of the floor and pretended that she was dancing
with somebody, which caught the attention of her
mother.
"Make sure you don't spill that eggnog. I just
had this carpet cleaned."
"Yes Mom, I'll be careful."
Barbara rubbed her temples. She had a headache
and didn't feel well. Why couldn't all this Christmas
fuss just be skipped, what was the point anyway?
"Turn that music down," Barbara said.
"It's Christmas eve, this only happens one day
each year," Jacob said.
"But do you have to play the music so loud? I
can't hear myself think."
"It isn't that loud Barbara."
"I can't handle anymore of this, I'm going to
bed."
"Take a sleeping pill, that should help," Jacob
said.
It was a chore for Barbara to walk the few feet
back to the bedroom. She sat on the bed for a while,
too tired to take off her clothes. She considered her
husbands suggestion for a moment, and then took one of
the little white pills from the prescription bottle,
and swallowed it with a sip of water.
Jacob and Nora sat together on the sofa,
looking at the Christmas tree, and Scamper gazed up at
them from the floor, with his head between his paws.
Nora was wearing the same tight fitting jeans that she
had worn the day they went to the tree farm, and her
dad had his hand high up on her inner thigh, like he
had done on the hay-ride, and it was driving her crazy.
"It's nice that both our schools are out at the
same time," Nora said.
"That's one good thing about having a teacher
for a dad."
"I can think of some other good things."
"Like what?"
"Oh, I don't know, like maybe how you hug me
sometimes."
"Is that an invitation?"
"Um, maybe, why don't you try me and see."
Her dad stood up in front of the sofa and
looked down at her without speaking. She was afraid
that he would tell her to go to bed and stop this
nonsense, but instead he took her by the hand and
pulled her up. Nora leaned into his chest, and they
moved together in a way that was more like a slow-dance
than a hug. How had she gotten to this point? Where had
she crossed the line? It was like she had taken a trail
through a dark forest, and now she couldn't find her
way back home, and then she didn't care, because the
waves of pleasure once again radiated through her, as
her dad softly rubbed himself between her parted legs.
The feeling was as if something had taken
possession of her, she couldn't stop grinding her
crotch against him. It was so bad, but she loved it.
Did that mean she was bad? Everything felt so perfect
here in the warm living room, and each time she rubbed
her clitoris over her dad's cock the feeling escalated
and enticed her to do more, but she had never done this
before and had no idea what to do next.
"I remember you once told me that you had a
hard time sleeping on Christmas Eve," her dad said.
"It happens every year!"
"Let's do something different this time. I want
you to meet me back here in front of the tree at
midnight."
"Okay, but what are we going to do?"
"It's a surprise."
"I love being surprised!"
When Jacob returned to his bedroom he found
that Barbara was still awake. She looked unhappy and he
felt sorry for her. She had a troubled home life as a
little girl, and Christmas brought back a lot of
memories that she normally was able to repress.
"You're still awake."
"Even the sleeping pill isn't working for me."
"It probably wouldn't hurt to take an extra
one, just this once."
"You know, that's a good idea." Barbara took
another pill from the bottle and raised the glass of
water to her lips with a shaky hand.
Jacob lay quietly in bed until midnight.
Barbara's breathing had become hollow and occasionally
lapsed into a snore, so he was certain that the second
sleeping pill had done its job, and he was now free to
leave his wife to be with his daughter. He imagined Nora
wearing the negligee, and how he would take hold of
her, and what he would do to her. How had he let
things get this point?
Jacob tied the belt around his bathrobe and
went into the hall, where he slid open the closet door
and took out the gift for Nora. He hesitated for a
moment, and then walked down the hall and turned the
corner to the living room, where he found his daughter
sitting cross-legged in front of the Christmas tree
with Scamper. The ornamental lights were all that
illuminated the room.
"I like it out here late at night," Nora said.
"It's kind of peaceful."
It was her desire for the Christmas tree that
had inadvertently created the chain of events that led
to this moment, and she stared at the tree with a sense
of growing excitement as her dad sat down next to her
with a gift wrapped box. The Christmas lights made
colored patterns on the walls, and the tree gave off a
fragrance of pine needles, just like it did on the day
she cut it down.
"Dad, do you think I'm going to be a terrible
mom?"
"Not at all, you'll be a great mom. Why would
you say such a thing?"
"Oh, I don't know. I just wondered."
Nora had never believed her mom, but still, she
needed to hear someone like her dad say it wasn't true.
His words made her feel good. If nothing else happened
tonight, that one thing would make the evening
memorable. Then he slowly moved closer, wrapping his
arms an legs around her, and placing his hand
underneath the front of her flannel pajama.
"It's nice meeting you here on Christmas Eve,"
Nora said.
He pulled her hair back from her ear and
whispered, "I like being alone with you."
It was a bit of a shock to feel his hand
touching her breast, and her sudden flinch gave away
her nervousness. Her dad was feeling her up, and it was
both alarming and arousing. This time there was no bra
to shield her from the warm skin of his hand, and her
nipple sprang to attention as she sat still in his
coiling embrace. The hands of the clock turned past
twelve-thirty. The inner part of her thigh tingled with
the soft touch of his fingers, and it felt like she was
in a trance as she watched his hand move between her
legs. There was no pretending she was asleep this time,
tonight it was really happening, and she trembled as
his fingers pressed the flannel pajama against her
little pussy. In just a few more hours they would be
opening the presents. The elastic waistband of her
pajama looked weird stretching over her dad's forearm.
His hand moved through the downy tuft of pubic hair, to
her moist pussy lips, and she held her breath as single
finger wiggled its way inside her. She liked the red
tree lights best. The finger began moving in and out of
her. It seemed unreal at first, like maybe it was a
dream, but then it felt nice and she wanted him to put
it all the way in.
"Why don't you open your present Nora."
"You mean the one that you just brought out?"
"Yes, it's special, just for you."
"I thought we were supposed to wait until
morning."
"This is your surprise."
"Oh yeah, I forgot about that!"
Nora pulled the slim box out from under the
tree and released the bow. Was she was the first girl
in the world to open a Christmas present while being
fingered by her dad? If other girls knew how much fun
it was they might want to give it a try. She removed
the gold top from the box and lifted up the negligee.
She could see the tree through the luxuriously soft
fabric.
"Dad, I um, I never expected a present like
this."
"It's called a baby-doll. How do you like it?"
"It's really nice, but don't you think it's
kind of revealing?"
"Baby-dolls are supposed to be that way. Why
don't you see how it fits."
"Okay Dad, I'll put it on, but just for you."
Nora went back to her room and changed in front
of the mirror. The baby-doll's fabric was so light that
she could barely feel the top hanging from her
shoulders, and the sheer fabric made a tantalizing
exhibit of her dark nipples. Did her mom ever wear
something like this? The matching panties immodestly
displayed her pubic hair, as well as shockingly
presenting her glistening pussy lips. What was her dad
thinking when he bought this for her? Oh well. Nora
took a deep breath and walked back out to the Christmas
tree, where she took several long strides across the
carpet in front of her dad, and then turned around to
face him.
"How do I look?"
"Very nice."
He didn't speak after that, and the silence
made her feel fidgety, but his eyes stayed on her with
absolute attention, so she believed he must be liking
what he saw. She stood still before him with her legs
slightly parted, and watched as his eyes moved over her
breasts and down to the folds of her pussy that lay
matted under the see-through panties. It seemed to Nora
that her dad was revealing a part of himself that he'd
never shown anyone else.
"Am I your baby-doll?"
"You sure are! Now come here and sit down on my
lap," her dad said as he extended his arms toward her.
Nora turned around to lower herself on top of
her dad, and just as she was sitting, he deftly opened
his bathrobe. He was naked under the robe and she could
feel it beneath her, hard and tense, pressing against
her soft ass, and the contact ignited tingling surges
of excitement back inside the darkness of her cunt.
Then she saw it emerge like a serpent from a cave. His
cock stood up in the air and pressed against the
panties, between her parted legs.
"Oh Daddy!"
Nora let her dad put her soft fingers around
his cock. It was kind of like a giant hot dog, and she
didn't know what to do, so she slid her hand up and
down over the shaft. It seemed to like what she was
doing and became even harder and bigger under her
touch. Nora knew she wouldn't be able to talk about
this with her friends, but she was sure that other
eighth-grade girls must be be doing the same thing with
their own dads. It just seemed so natural.
Jacob was insane with passion for his daughter.
She was still a young girl, but tonight he would treat
her like an woman, and he would do it just a few feet
away from his slumbering wife. He slipped his hand
inside Nora's panties and found her moist pussy lips
eager to receive his finger, and as he slid the finger
in and out of her he could feel the hot walls of her
cunt contracting around him.
"I like my surprise," Nora whispered.
"It's going to get even better."
Jacob lifted his daughter off his lap and
placed her on her back, in front of the Christmas tree.
She saw Scamper quietly watching from across the room.
He was sure to keep their secret. Nora suddenly felt
her dad's lips covering her lips, and then the tip of
his tongue began to explore the wet interior of her
mouth. Nobody had taught her how to French kiss, but
she learned quickly, and soon responded by unleashing
her own tongue back toward her dad.
The fingers of his hand hooked over the
waistband of her panties, and Nora lifted her hips so
her dad could pull the panties down her legs and off her
feet. His fingers moved up the delicate skin of her leg
and found her pussy hungrily anticipating another
invasion. Nora thrust her hips toward her dad's hand,
just like she had in the car, but this time she was
looking at him, daring him to go farther.
"You like me like this, don't you," Nora said.
"What do you mean?"
"Don't pretend anymore, I know you want me."
"Do you think I'm terrible?"
"I think I know how you feel. It's strange,
but I want it just like you do, maybe more."
Jacob's heart pounded. His daughter lay before
him now, with beckoning eyes and widely spread legs.
His little girl was ready. He went slowly at first,
positioning the tip of his cock between her moist pussy
lips, then he pressed it inward a little at a time,
until he was all the way inside her young belly. She
looked up at him with surprise and disbelief.
"Oh Daddy, you're so hard!"
"Yes my dear, you've aroused your daddy very
much, and now you'll have to accept the consequences."
"Yes Daddy, I deserve it, I really do."
Jacob pulled his cock back and then made a
gentle but steady stroke all the way back into his
daughter. Her limber teenage legs spread fully open to
greet him as he violated her on the carpet, in front of
the Christmas tree, during the late hours of the night,
while his wife was sleeping down the hall.
"Aaaaaagggghh!!" Nora cried out. It was a loud
cry, but Jacob wasn't worried about his wife, she was
knocked out with a double dose of sleeping pills. His
daughter was welcome to make all the noise she wanted.
"Oh my god Daddy, you feel so good!"
Nora wriggled and thrust her hips toward her
dad. Each time he stroked into her the tip of his long
cock would reach all the way up to the very end of her
vaginal canal, filling her completely. She could even
feel his balls slapping the soft flesh over her anus.
Explosions of pleasure rocked through her fourteen year
old body. It was actually happening, her own dad was
fucking her, and it was better than anything she had
ever imagined.
Jacob's sperm swollen balls ached for release
every time he stroked his cock into his daughter. She
had awoken a passion in him that he'd never known
before, and he would never be the same after
experiencing the slippery walls of his little girl's
juicy cunt. His daughter wrapped the soft flesh of her
slender thighs around his back and pointed her
overheated pussy upward, toward his swollen cock,
welcoming all the forbidden pleasure that he could
drive into her young belly.
"Don't stop Daddy, I want you inside me."
Nora's adolescent body began to shake. A
powerful burst of pleasure exploded upward from her
loins, and her cunt began to contract around her dad's
cock. She twitched and shuddered beneath him in a
shameless display of teenage lust. She wanted it to
never end.
"Oh god, AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!" his daughter wailed
into the night.
Jacob clutched his trembling daughter as the
signs of his own impending explosion became apparent.
He slowly pushed his cock as far inside the fourteen
year old as it would go, and then held still as the
pressure behind his balls rose to a point beyond which
he could not control. There was a muscular contraction
in his cock as as he delivered the first volley of hot
sperm deep inside his young daughter's cunt. There were
several more contractions of diminishing strength, each
one sending forth more of the teeming white fluid into
the darkness of her receptive young belly.
Nora was keenly aware of her dad's body during
the final minutes of passion, as he shot loads of sperm
deep inside her little pussy. She thrust her hips
upward to assist him with a total penetration, and she
felt his hard cock twitching inside her during the last
moments before he collapsed in her arms, completely
drained and satisfied.
They cuddled and kissed in front of the
Christmas tree for a long time. His cock slowly shrank
until it popped out of her pussy, then it just dangled
down between her legs and dribbled out the last remains
of baby-batter onto the carpet, joining the fluids
that had already been expelled from his daughter's
frothing cunt.
"That was amazing!" Nora said.
"It was wonderful for me too. Would you like to
do it again sometime?"
"You didn't have to ask."
They sat on the floor and talked for a while
before deciding it was time to go back to their
separate bedrooms. Nora called for Scamper to follow
her to her room, but the dog kept sniffing and licking
the spot where they had made love. It was then that
Nora looked down and saw the dark stain on the carpet
in front of the Christmas tree.
"We messed up the carpet, Mom will have a fit."
"Let's cover it up with presents. We'll have to
hope that she doesn't notice it before it dries out.
* * *
The next morning found Barbara a little groggy
from the larger than normal dose of sleeping pills, but
she managed to get up early and cook the family
breakfast. When it was time to open the presents they
all gathered together in the living room. Her daughter
sat next to her husband on the love seat with her legs
spread wide open. There was something different about
the girl this morning, but she couldn't figure out what
it was.
Barbara felt relieved when they were done with
the presents and Christmas was officially over. It
was like a great weight had been removed from her
shoulders and life had begun anew. Nora returned to her
bedroom with her gifts and her husband went to the
kitchen to nibble on pastries. Scamper started pawing
at some wrapping paper and empty boxes that were left
in a pile in front of the Christmas tree. Barbara
looked at the mess and shook her head, she always got
stuck with the clean-up duty. She shooed off scamper
and began stuffing the wrinkled wrapping paper into a
box, and then she saw it. There was a nasty stain on
the carpet in front of the Christmas tree. Scamper
returned to the spot and began sniffing and licking it.
Barbara's lower lip jerked spasmodically as she dropped
the box and stood up with her hands on her hips.
"Hey, who spilled their eggnog?"
The End
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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