When Mom was Away

The house was quiet, too quiet without my wife Becky nagging from the kitchen or the TV blaring her mindless shows. She had travelled to Wyoming to visit her parents. She'd let herself go over the years—wrinkles etching her face, body sagging like an old sack—but my daughter, Lily, she was a ghost from the past. A perfect natural blonde with a nice figure. Tall and slim just as a liked.

At eighteen, she had that same lithe figure I had liked in Becky, those full lips, and wide blue eyes that used to drive me wild when we first met. Lily was a perfect natural blonde with a nice figure. Tall and slim just as a liked.

I sat on the couch, pretending to read the paper, but my gaze kept drifting to her in the armchair across the room. She was curled up with a book, her short skirt riding up her thighs, exposing smooth skin that begged to be touched. The curve of round hips glaringly sexy.

My cock twitched in my pants, hardening as memories flooded back. Lily looked just like Beth at that age—innocent, ripe, untouched. I set the paper down. News of my city Alabama did not matter much anymore, clearing my throat I said. 'Lily, come sit with Dad. That chair looks uncomfortable.' She glanced up, smiling shyly, and padded over, settling beside me. Her perfume, light and sweet, hit me like a drug. I became as hard as steel.

I draped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close under the pretense of affection. She didn't pull away; if anything, she leaned in, her head resting on my chest. 'You've grown into such a beautiful woman,' I murmured, my hand stroking her arm. 'You remind me so much of your mom when she was young. Stunning.' Her cheeks flushed, but she didn't move. Emboldened, I let my fingers trail down to her thigh, just above the knee, feeling the warmth of her skin.

'Dad...' she whispered, but there was no protest, only a soft hitch in her breath. I turned her face to mine, my thumb brushing her lower lip. "Have you ever been touched by a boy?" I asked. She smiled.

"I have a boyfriend dad. You know that." Jealousy gnawed at me. I knew that Carl and Lily had been dating for two months now but the thought of them together was unimaginable. No man had a right to touch my daughter. No man but me. Only I have a right to her. My other hand slid higher, under her skirt, grazing the edge of her panties. She gasped, thighs parting slightly.

"Did he put his dirty dick in here?"

Her cheeks became pink blushing.

"Yes." She murmured. Seeing my furrowed brows she added softly, "I won't do it anymore if that's what you want."

I felt a bit of relief at that. 'Do you know that daddy can help you feel good. And you won't need Carl anymore?"

Shw did not respond, her eyes darted away, but I cupped her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze." Dad sometimes fantasizes about making you happy."

She bit her lip, trembling." Also me. I... I've heard you and Mom. At night. The sounds... it makes me so wet. I've been touching myself, fingering my pussy while listening to you fuck her. Imagining it's me instead." Her confession hit me like lightning, my cock throbbing painfully against my zipper. It was the last straw and the invite I needed. 'Oh, Lily,' I groaned, kissing her hard, my tongue invading her mouth. She moaned into it, her small hands clutching my shirt.

I pushed her back onto the couch, hiking up her skirt to reveal pink cotton panties soaked through. 'Show me how you do it,' I demanded, but she shook her head, eyes glazed with need. 'No, Dad... I want you. Please.' That was all I needed. I yanked her panties down her legs, tossing them aside, and spread her thighs wide. Her pussy was shaved smooth, lips puffy and glistening with arousal. I dove in, licking her slit from bottom to top, tasting her sweet juices. She cried out, hips bucking as my tongue flicked her clit.

'Fuck, you taste so good,' I growled, sucking her nub while sliding two fingers into her tight hole. She was dripping, clenching around me as I pumped them in and out. 'Better than your mom ever was.' Her hands fisted my hair, pulling me closer. 'Dad, yes! Lick my pussy!' I ate her out relentlessly, her moans filling the room, until she shattered—her body shaking, juices flooding my mouth as she came on my tongue.

But I needed more. I stood, stripping off my shirt and pants, my thick cock springing free—seven inches of veined hardness, pre-cum beading at the tip. Lily's eyes widened, but she licked her lips, crawling to her knees in front of me. 'Suck it, baby,' I ordered, guiding her head forward. Her mouth was warm and eager, lips stretching around my shaft as she took me in. She bobbed her head, tongue swirling the underside, gagging slightly when I hit the back of her throat. I hated Carl for having made my daughter do this for him.

I thrust gently at first, then harder, fucking her face while she slurped and moaned. 'That's it, take Daddy's cock down your throat.' Her saliva dripped down my balls, her hands stroking what she couldn't swallow. The sight of her—my daughter, looking like her young mom, worshipping my dick—pushed me close. 'Swallow it all,' I grunted, holding her head as I erupted. Thick spurts of cum shot into her mouth, coating her tongue. She gulped it down, some leaking from the corners of her lips as she milked me dry with her sucks.

I pulled out, panting, but my cock stayed hard, aching for her pussy. 'On your back, Lily. Spread for Dad.' She obeyed, lying on the couch with legs open, her cunt still twitching from her orgasm. I positioned myself between her thighs, rubbing my slick head against her entrance. 'You want this? Want Daddy to fuck you like I fuck Mom?'

'Yes! Fill me, please!' she begged, wrapping her legs around my waist. I thrust in with one hard push, burying myself balls-deep in her tight heat. She was so snug, walls gripping me like a glove, hotter and wetter than I remembered her mom ever being. 'Fuck, you're tight,' I groaned, pulling back and slamming in again. The couch creaked as I pounded her, my hips snapping against hers, cock stretching her wide.

She clawed at my back, moaning loudly. 'Harder, Dad! Fuck your little girl's pussy!' I obliged, driving deeper, feeling her juices coat my shaft with every stroke. Her tits bounced under her thin top—I ripped it open, sucking a nipple into my mouth while I railed her. She came again quickly, her cunt spasming around me, squeezing so tight it nearly pulled my second load from me.

I held off, flipping her onto all fours, gripping her hips as I re-entered from behind. 'Take it all, you dirty slut,' I snarled, spanking her ass red. She pushed back, meeting my thrusts, her pussy slurping obscenely around my cock. The taboo of it—fucking my own daughter, the spitting image of her hot young mom—drove me wild. 'Gonna cum inside you, breed that tight cunt.'

'Yes, Dad! Cum in me!' she screamed, and that did it. I buried deep, roaring as my balls tightened and hot cum flooded her. Rope after rope painted her insides, overflowing around my pistoning dick as I kept thrusting through my orgasm. She milked me, her walls fluttering, until I collapsed over her, spent and satisfied.

We lay there, breathing heavy, my cock softening inside her cum-filled pussy. 'This is our secret, Lily,' I whispered, kissing her neck. "But we'll do it again. Every chance we get." She nodded, a sly smile on her lips, already resembling the woman who'd captured me all those years ago—but better, mine now.