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 Title: Father and Daughter share a bed


Summary: There was only one room, so they had to share. 


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot





   "You should go with her."

   "No, I don't have the time.  I need to finish the painting by the end of
the week."

   "Take it with you."

   I hadn't thought of that.  Sophia was right, it could be completed
anywhere.  Sir Cedric Pattinson had commissioned me to do a painting of his
prize horse, 'Lansdowne Lad'.

   I had spent yesterday at the stables, taking all the photos that I
needed, so I was ready to start.  But would it be better if I stayed at
home, without any distractions?

   "I'll think about it."

   Then our Daughter joined us.

   "What have you two been talking about?"

   "That course you are on.  Your Mother thinks I should come with you."

   Emma squealed with delight, and then she gave me a tight hug.  I had to
push her away so that I could breathe.

   "Thanks Daddy.  That's made my day."

   I looked over at Sophia, and she was smiling.  I'll think about it, had
just become a yes.

   Now that it had been decided, I needed to call the hotel and book a
room. That might be a problem, so I rang them straight away.

   "You need a single room for six nights, starting tomorrow.  Is that
right?"

   "Yes.  My Daughter already has a reservation.  Emma Wilkinson."

   "We are very busy, but let me check.  I'll put you on hold."

   It was a while before he spoke again.

   "You're in luck.  There was only one room available, and now it's
yours."

   The next day we had a late breakfast, and then we set off at midday.  It
was Sunday, so we weren't expecting a lot of traffic, but it was still
going to be at least a five hour drive.

   It ended up being nearly six.

   "Hi, Walt and Emma Wilkinson."

   I got a big smile from the receptionist, but it quickly turned into a
frown when he checked our reservations.

   I looked at Emma, I could see that she was as concerned as I was.

   "We have had a problem with the East Wing early on today.  A small
fire," then he quickly added, "But there is no danger now.  However, it's
closed until further notice."

   His smile was back, but it was now forced.

   "So what are you trying to tell me?"

   "Don't worry Mr.  Wilkinson, we do have a room."

   Both of us picked up on the 'a'.

   "We have put in a fold up bed."

   He was now looking at me, waiting for a reaction, and I could tell he
was worried.  It wasn't ideal, but it wasn't the end of the world, so I
decided to cut him some slack.

   I gave him my best smile, and then I said, "I'm sure we can manage."

   That took him by surprise, and he was lost for words, until he said,
"Thank you," and I could tell that he meant it.

   We decided to leave everything in the car, and go and see the room
first. It was nice, but it lacked character.  Functional, was the best way
to describe it.  However, I didn't mind.  It met our needs.  That's what I
thought until I tried my bed.  It was a bit too short for me, and it wasn't
that comfortable.  What had I said to Craig at reception?

   "I'm sure we can manage."

   Emma could, in that big bed of hers, but now I wasn't sure that I could.

   After getting all our stuff from the car, we decided to eat.  The hotel
had a restaurant, and it was supposed to be very good.

   "Do you have a reservation?"

   "No.  Is that a problem?"

   The maÃ(R)tre d' gave me a look that said, "Nothing is ever a problem,"
and then he smiled before saying, "I will take you to your table."

   We took our time choosing the wine, and even longer selecting the food.

   "You haven't told me anything about the course."

   "That's because you never asked."

   She had been smiling when she said it, but her face became serious when
she started explaining the course to me.  I tried to look interested, and I
really tried to understand it, but I failed on both counts.  She worked for
a large multinational investment bank.  The course was to help her with her
ambition, of one day becoming a Derivatives Trader.  After only five
minutes I had to stop her.

   I shook my head, then I said, "That's as much as I can take.  You get
your brains from your Mother, not me."

   She laughed, then her serious face was back.

   "Daddy, you're not stupid."

   "I know, but your Mother is the clever one."

   Then the main course arrived.  As we ate, I thought about Sophia.  We
had met at a party when I was twenty one, and as soon as I saw her I wanted
her in my bed.  She was beautiful, but after talking to her, I realised
that she was also very clever.  Somehow I managed to charm her, and she
agreed to see me again.  I couldn't believe my luck.  I was a beach bum,
scratching a living as an artist.  If I sold more than one painting in a
week, it was a good week.  She was older than me, twenty nine, and she had
a proper job.  She was an Accountant.

   "You're not eating.  Your food is going cold."

   "I was just thinking about your Mother, and the first time I saw her. 
You are a lot like her."

   That pleased her.

   "Daddy, can I ask you something?"

   I just nodded.

   "Why did she agree to marry you?"

   She was trying to keep a straight face, but I could see the hint of a
smile, so I knew she was teasing me.

   I shrugged my shoulders, and then I said, "I have no idea."

   That made her laugh, and then she reached over and held my hand.

   "I'm glad she did."

   While we were waiting for dessert, I thought about what Emma had said. I
had once asked Sophia why she had married me.  She thought about it for a
while, and then she had said.

   "Your rugged good looks.  Your sweet personality," then she looked down
at my crotch, before adding, "And your eight inch cock."

   She wasn't laughing, so I knew she was being serious.

   "That's not enough for a good marriage."

   This time she did laugh, before saying, "It is for me.  Especially that
big cock of yours."

   We then surprised a lot of people, probably ourselves as well, by
staying married.  I was now forty three, and Sophia fifty one.  Some of the
passion between us had gone, and that big cock of mine wasn't getting as
much action as it would like, but it was more than made up for by having
Emma.  She was twenty one now, and she was our pride and joy.

   After finishing the meal, we went to the bar.  I made a couple of beers
last a long time, and Emma stuck to coke.

   We got back to our room at ten.

   "I need to go to sleep.  That course tomorrow is tough, so I need to be
at my best."

   "OK.  If you change in the bathroom, I'll change here."

   It didn't take me long to get ready, but it was fifteen minutes before
Emma came out of the bathroom.  She was wearing one of the dressing gowns
that the hotel provides.  When she got to the bed, she untied it, and it
slipped from her shoulders onto the floor.  As she got into bed, I looked
away, but I had briefly seen what she was wearing.  Then when I turned my
head back, I saw more, because she was getting out of bed.

   "I forgot my phone."

   Then, without the dressing gown on, she walked towards the bathroom.  I
couldn't take my eyes off her.  She was wearing a low cut bra, and small
tight knickers.  She wasn't there long, and as she walked back to the bed,
I watched every step she made.  When she got to the bed, she didn't get in,
instead she sat on the edge of it, facing me.

   "I'm nervous about tomorrow."

   "You'll be OK."

   "I know, but this course is important to me."

   Then I couldn't help it.  I looked at her breasts.  There was a lot of
cleavage on display, and I could even see the outline of her nipples.  I
knew that I was staring, but I couldn't help it.

   "Daddy, I can tell that you don't approve of what I am wearing."

   She must have seen me looking.  But it wasn't disapproval I was feeling,
it was something else.  My mouth was dry, and I had to swallow before
answering.

   "I guess it's what somebody who is twenty one wears," then I shook my
head before saying, "It's not what your Mother wears to bed."

   That made her laugh.

   "But she is old, very old."

   I just smiled.  I didn't regard fifty one as being old, but obviously
she did.  She then stood up.  When she was back in bed, I got out of mine,
and I turned the light off.

   "Daddy?"

   "Yes."

   "You're lucky that I didn't shock you."

   "What do you mean?"

   "Because normally I don't wear anything in bed," then she giggled.

   "Good night Emma!"

   She giggled again, and as she did, I felt my cock stiffening.

   When I had seen her in her revealing underwear, she had reminded me of
Sophia when we first met.  Nice size breasts, a slim waist, and a full
bottom.  What Emma was wearing, was something that her Mother would have
worn at one time, but not now.  However, that wasn't the problem.  It was
the lack of excitement in our marriage, especially in the bedroom, that was
the problem.  Sex was now once a week, normally on Saturday night.  It was
good, but not special.  We made love like two well-oiled machines.  We both
knew what buttons to press to get the other going, but we had pressed them
too many times.  The spontaneity had gone.  Sometimes I just wanted to
climax so that I could go to sleep.

   Seeing Emma like that, had made me yearn for those early years with
Sophia.  I tried not to think about it, but it was difficult.  I thought I
was never going to be able to sleep, but eventually I did.

   When I woke, it was early, and my body was stiff.  Then, when I got out
of bed, I had to sit back down again.  My back was sore.  It felt as if I
had been kicked by a horse.  That made me think of Lansdowne Lad, and the
painting that I needed to start today.  Should I leave it until Tuesday? 
No, I really needed to get on with it.  I was forty three, and only just
getting a name as an artist.  This painting could be a turning point.  I
was never going to be a Francis Bacon, making mountains of money, but I
could become well-known.  Up until now, Sophia has been the main
bread-winner.  Whatever meagre amounts I have earned, have just been a
bonus.  If this painting was well received, what I could charge would
increase, and so would my self-worth.

   I took a long shower, enjoying the hot water on my aching back.  Then,
after dressing in the bathroom, I went back to the bedroom.  Emma was now
awake, and sitting up.  Her bottom half was under the sheets, but her top
was on display.  Her breasts, covered by that small bra, looked as
impressive as they had done last night.

   "Make me a strong coffee.  I need some caffeine before I get up."

   The kettle took forever to boil, and then when it did, the lid rattled.
As I put the coffee cup on her bedside table, she turned her head so that
she could kiss me.  It was supposed to be on my cheek, but it ended up on
my lips.  I quickly pulled back.  It had been brief, and accidental, but it
had sent my pulse racing.  I looked at her.  She was shaking her head, and
smiling.

   "I've told you before.  No tongues."

   She laughed at her own joke, but I just smiled.  It had not been much
more than lips touching, but it had excited me.  If she had responded by
opening her mouth, I wasn't sure that I could have stopped myself from
French kissing her.

   After she had showered we went down for breakfast.  There were already a
few people eating.  Some of them would be on the same course as my
Daughter.

   When we had finished, it was time for her to go.

   "Wish me luck."

   "You don't need it."

   She then kissed me, but this time on the cheek.  I then watched her as
she walked out of the dining room.  I felt immensely proud.  She was
beautiful, and clever as well.  But mixed in with that pride, was an uneasy
feeling.  I was now finding her attractive, and it was making me feel
uncomfortable.

   When I got back to the room, I made myself a coffee.  I was now ready to
start on the painting.  I did, but only after a second cup.

   After working on it for a couple of hours, I stepped back to admire it.
What I had done so far was good, but it needed to be better than good to
impress Sir Cedric.  I smiled when I thought about what he had said.

   "I don't care what it costs me.  I want you to produce a masterpiece."

   He had then spent the next twenty minutes haggling about the price. 
When we shook on it, both of us were happy.

   When I stopped for lunch, I was pleased with what I had achieved.  I had
reworked the horse's head, and spent a bit more time on the tree that was
in the background.  That was enough for one day.  I was an artist, and it
was all about quality rather than quantity.

   After eating a sandwich in the bar, I went to reception.

   "Hello Mr.  Wilkinson."

   It was Craig who had checked us in yesterday.

   "Any chance of another room?"

   "Sorry, no.  We have been turning people away all morning.  We are fully
booked."

   I shrugged my shoulders, and then I said, "It was worth a try."

   I was turning to leave, when he spoke again.

   "You could try the Western Palace, it's a thirty minute car ride from
here.  But don't tell anybody that I suggested it."

   "Thanks, I might just do that."

   Then I moved my fingers across my lips, as if I was zipping them up.  I
thought he would find that funny, but he didn't.

   At six, Emma was back from her course.

   "How was it?"

   I only asked because she expected me to, but the big smile on her face
had already told me that it had gone well.

   "It was good, and I understood all of it."

   We then ate in the restaurant.

   "Would you like me to tell you what I have learnt today?"

   I shook my head vigorously, in a theatrical manner, and it made her
laugh.

   "Daddy you are so funny."

   She should tell Craig that.

   As we walked back to our room, my back spasmed, and I had to stop.

   "Are you OK."

   "Yes.  It's just my back.  It's been hurting all day.  That bed isn't
very comfortable."

   "I'll massage it for you."

   I was about to say no, but the look on her face told me that she was
determined to do it.

   We were now in our room, and I was lying face down on her bed, naked
from the waist up.  She was pummelling my back hard.  At times too hard.  I
just hoped that it was making it better rather than making it worse.

   "I think that's enough."

   "You can do more if you want, but gentler please."

   "OK."

   This time her touch was softer, almost sensuous.

   "We should check if they have another room."

   "I've already done that, and it was a no.  However, they did suggest
trying another hotel, but it's half an hour away."

   "I would prefer staying here, where the course is."

   "In that case I will stop complaining.  We are only here for a few more
days, so it's not a big deal."

   She then got back to massaging me.  It was relaxing, and I was starting
to feel drowsy.

   "I have a solution.  We share my bed."

   I was now fully awake.

   "And I won't take no for an answer."

   I suppose there was no harm in us sleeping together, but deep down I
knew that it was really a bad idea.

   When it was time for bed, she didn't seem concerned, but I was.  As
before, she was wearing bra and knickers, and I had on boxers and a
T-shirt. We were back to back, but when I woke in the middle of the night,
I was spooning her, with my hand cupping her breast.  When this happened
with Sophia, I would sometimes play with it, rubbing the nipple.  If she
responded, and she woke up, we would make love.  But when was the last time
that had happened?  I couldn't remember.  She was now more likely to be
annoyed, rather than excited, if her sleep was disturbed by me wanting sex.
This was different, she wasn't my Wife, she was my Daughter.  And why
hadn't I removed my hand?

   As I moved my fingers over her breast, I held my breath.  I knew that I
shouldn't be doing it, that it was wrong, but I couldn't help myself.  When
I got to the nipple it responded by swelling.  I longed to go under her
bra, but that was too risky.  If she woke now, I might get away with it,
but I wouldn't if I did that.

   If I was to close my eyes, I could believe that it was Sophia that I was
touching, but not as she is now, but as she was when she was younger.  Nice
firm breasts, with responsive nipples.

   After a couple of minutes, I was getting bolder, pinching her nipple,
rather than rubbing it.  My cock was sticking out of the top of my boxers,
rock hard, and it was now in control.  In the back of my mind I knew that
this might end by me going too far, but I didn't care.

   My other hand was now on her bottom.  It wasn't between her legs, but
only because they were closed.  It was firm, but with just the right amount
of wobble that gets a man excited.  It was her Mother's bottom, before it
had started to sag.

   As I fondled it, I thought about pushing her legs apart.  Would I be
able to do that without waking her?  She then made a sudden sound, and I
froze.  It was a low moan.  iAs soon as she was silent, I started moving my
hands again.  She then made another noise, and this time it was a lot
louder.  That made me come to my senses.  I removed my hands, and then I
turned over.  My cock was still hard, and it was never going to go down
without some attention, so I went to the bathroom.

   I started slowly, but my hand moved quicker when I thought about where I
had touched her.  If only I could have got inside her bra, or better still,
into her knickers.  That took me to the edge, but it was imagining what it
would feel like if my cock was deep inside her, that tipped me over.

   I was now back in bed, facing away from her.  Tomorrow we would have to
move to another hotel.  Emma wouldn't like it, but it needed to be done. 
Sleeping together was too much of a temptation.  A temptation that I didn't
think I could resist.

   At breakfast I put it to her.

   "That's silly.  We both slept OK last night."

   That was true.  But it was what happened when I woke up spooning her,
that I was worried about.  If we slept together again, I wasn't sure that I
could keep my hands to myself.

   "I can sleep in that other bed again."

   "But it gave you a bad back."

   She then reached across the table and held my hand.

   "I know what this is all about."

   My blood ran cold.  I thought she had been asleep, but I was wrong.  At
some point she had woken up.  She had made a noise so that I would stop.  I
was now in trouble.  That was bad enough, but was she going to tell her
Mother?

   "You think that being in the same bed as me might disturb my sleep."

   I almost sighed, out of relief, but instead I nodded.

   "Tonight you are sleeping in my bed, and I won't take no for an answer."

   It was ten o'clock before I started work.  Five minutes later I got a
call.

   "Walt it's Cedric.  How's that painting of mine getting on?"

   "It's nearly finished."

   "Good, I'll send my chauffeur round on Sunday to pick it up."

   After the call ended, I looked at the painting.  It was a long way off
being 'Nearly finished'.  But I was confident that it would be ready on
time.

   This time it was seven before she was back, and she looked tired.

   "Today was tough, but I managed to just about understand it."

   Then she looked at the painting.

   "I thought it would be finished by now."

   I was offended.  After Cedric's call I had worked hard, and I was proud
with what I had achieved.  I was about to tell her that, when she laughed.
I shook my head, she had got me.

   Emma wasn't in the mood for going out, so we ordered room service. 
After eating, we got into bed and watched television.  It wasn't long
before she was asleep.  I then turned the television off, and shortly
after, I was asleep as well.

   I was in the middle of a nice dream, when I suddenly woke up.  Emma was
shaking me.  It took me a while to come round.

   "What's up?"

   She giggled, and then she said, "Your cock.  And it's been poking me."

   I was horrified.

   "Sorry, I was asleep."

   "But your cock wasn't."

   Then she laughed.  She might be finding this funny, but I wasn't.

   "I'll turn over."

   I did, and I hoped that would be the end of it.

   "You need to sort it out."

   "I'll be OK now."

   "I'm not as old, and as wise, as you, but I do know that it's not going
down on its own."

   "So you want me to go to the bathroom and masturbate?"

   That made her laugh.

   "Nobody says masturbate these days."

   I muttered, "I do," and she laughed again.

   It was embarrassing, but what she had said was true.  I did need to go
the bathroom, but I would wait until she was asleep.

   "If you won't do it, then I will."

   By the time I had realised what she meant, she had reached over me and
put her hand in my boxers.  She was now gripping my cock.  It was decision
time.  Remove her hand, or turn onto my back to make it easier for her to
stroke my cock.  Some Fathers might have been able to say no, but I wasn't
one of them.

   I turned over.

   She then surprised me again, by switching on the bedside light.

   "I like to see what I am doing, especially when I am playing with a
cock."

   Then she pulled the covers down, and lowered my underwear.  I was a lot
older than her, and a lot more experienced, but she was now in control.

   "Daddy, I didn't realise you were so big.  You are almost as big as
Harry."

   He was somebody she had dated last year.  I had liked him, but their
relationship hadn't lasted long.

   "I don't miss him, but I miss his big cock."

   She was now slowly stroking it, taking her time.

   "I haven't done this for a while, but it's like riding a bike, you never
forget."

   She was good, very good.  How many men had she done this to?  It must be
a lot, because she was an expert.  A lot better than her Mother.

   I managed to last longer than I thought I would.  She even took me to
the edge twice, before backing off.  The third time was too much.  When I
spurted, it almost hit the ceiling.  That was an exaggeration, but Emma was
impressed.

   "Wow, so high, and so much!"

   "There's always a lot.  Your Mother doesn't like it, she makes me wear a
condom."

   "I love it when a man comes inside me."

   That almost made me hard again.

   We were now facing away from each other.

   "Daddy?"

   "Yes Emma."

   "This is our little secret."

   "I wished you had told me earlier.  I have sent a text to your Mother
telling her all about it."

   That made her laugh, and I joined in.  However, it was a long time
before I drifted off to sleep.  I had too much on my mind.  It's not every
day that your Daughter plays with your cock.

   The next morning, there was no mention of what had happened.  When she
left for her course, I got a peck on the cheek.  I would have preferred
another hand-job.

   This time I was eager to start working.  After four hours I had done
enough for the day.  I was now confident that it would be finished on
Friday.

   I spent the afternoon in the hotel garden, making the most of the sunny
weather, and reading a book that I had been meaning to start for a long
time.  When her lesson ended, Emma joined me.  We only went back indoors
when it started getting cold.

   "Can we go out tonight?  Alice told me about this place that has the
best steak you have ever tasted."

   Apparently it was posh.  Fortunately, I had packed some decent clothes,
so I could wear them rather than my usual shorts and T-shirt.  Emma had
brought two dresses.

   "What do you think?"

   It was the blue one.  She then held it up in front of me.

   "Yes.  Your pearl necklace will go well with it."

   She then went to the bathroom to get changed.  A few minutes later she
was back, and she was just in her underwear.

   "This bra is not on properly."

   When she turned round, so that her back was to me, I could see what she
meant.  It was only fastened with one hook.  When I tried to do the other
one, it all came undone, and her bra fell to the floor.  She then bent down
and picked it up.  When she handed it to me, her breasts were exposed, and
I had a good look at them.  I could now see her nipples.  I longed to get
them into my mouth.

   "Please will you put it on for me?"

   Facing her, I put the cups onto her breasts.  I could feel the firmness
of them as I lifted them up.  She then turned round, and I fastened her
bra.

   "I think it's on OK now, but let me check."

   I then reached round, and put both my hands under her breasts.  Then I
moved my fingers so that I could get to her nipples.  When I found them she
gasped.  After rubbing and pinching them repeatedly, I wanted more.  As my
hand pushed under her bra, she moved away.

   "We had better go.  Any later and we might lose our reservation."

   The spell had been broken, and I was now cursing myself for rushing it.

   Alice was on the course, and Emma kept talking about her during the
meal. They had become friends, and they might even meet up later on, after
the course ended.  I hadn't met her, but what she had said about the steak
was true.  It was the best, but it was also the most expensive.  I didn't
mind though, I could afford it.  Cedric was paying me a lot of money for
the painting.

   When we got into bed I thought something would happen, but it didn't. 
As soon as we were under the covers, she turned her back on me.  I was
tempted to snuggle up to her, and then fondle her tits, but I held back. 
It had been a nice evening, and if she rejected me, it would spoil it.

   During the night, I was woken up again by Emma, but this time not by her
shaking me, but by being kicked.  It hadn't hurt, but it had been enough to
disturb my sleep.

   "Sorry," then she gave a loud moan, before saying, "I'm nearly there."

   I flicked the bedside light on, and then I turned over.  She was on her
back, eyes closed, and legs wide open.  Her bottom half was still covered,
but I could see the movement of her fingers.  She was frantically fingering
herself.

   "Oh fuck."

   I watched her as she climaxed.  Her body went stiff, and her head went
back, then she relaxed.  It was a while before she opened her eyes.  I then
got a weak smile from her.  She looked exhausted.

   "I thought I could do it without waking you up."

   "Well you were wrong."

   She laughed.

   "Next time I will be more careful."

   "No, next time wake me up so that I can do it for you."

   It was a joke, sort of, and I thought that we had finished.  Then she
surprised me.

   "You can do it now if you want."

   I didn't say anything else, but I also didn't hesitate.  I just put my
hand under the covers.  I had stopped thinking of her as my Daughter, and I
was now thinking about her as a woman.  I might feel guilty about it later
on, but I didn't care.  I was desperate to get my fingers inside her, no
matter what the consequences would be.

   I started by stroking her leg, high up on her inner thigh.  My fingers
were close to her sacred place, but I wasn't touching it.  This was
something to savour, so I was taking my time.

   "Will you be able to come again?"

   "Yes, if you are good with your fingers."

   "I'm an expert."

   That made her giggle, but she stopped when I moved my hand higher.

   I was now running my fingers over her lips, feeling their thickness, and
pulling on them.  That made her moan.  I liked them.  They were big, just
like Sophia's.  I then moved to her opening.  When I put the tips of two
fingers in, she gave a low groan, and then she pushed against them.

   "I need them inside me."

   I shook my head.

   "Please Daddy."

   Then she looked at me, with the same pleading eyes that I had seen many
times before, especially when she was a child.  However, this time it
wasn't because she wanted me to buy her something, it was because she
wanted me to finger her.

   As I slowly pushed them in, her pouting expression changed.  She was
getting what she wanted, and it was showing on her face.  When they were
fully in, she purred, like the cat that has got the cream.

   I was now moving them.  I kept taking them almost out, before putting
them deep inside her again.  She was tight, and it reminded me of the first
time I had fingered her Mother.

   "You can put another finger in," then she moaned, before saying, "That's
if you want to."

   Of course I did.  If I thought that she would be able to take four, then
that's what I would give her.  But I knew that would be too much.

   Three was a tight fit, and I had to push hard to get them in.

   "That's nice.  Now fuck me with them."

   Before I started, I pulled the covers back with my other hand, exposing
her lower body.  If I was to take my fingers out, and put my cock at her
opening, would she let me enter her?  I was tempted to try.  But would that
be a line that she wasn't prepared to cross?

   My fingers were now moving quickly, and she was getting excited, even
though I hadn't touched her little bud yet.  I could see it.  It had
emerged from its hood, and it was ready to be played with, but it would
have to wait.

   "I like the way you finger me, but you also need to play with my clit."

   When I touched it, she gasped.  Then, when I started to rub it, she gave
a low moan.

   "Lower."

   I moved my finger down.

   "That's it.  Don't stop."

   Good, I had found her sweet spot.

   My fingers were still moving inside her, but I was now concentrating on
her clit.  I was flicking my finger over it as fast as I could, and she was
responding by making a lot of noise.  Then she started to gasp.

   "My Daddy is going to make me come."

   That sent a surge of excitement down my spine.

   Seconds later she climaxed.  It was her second one, but it seemed to be
more intense than the first.  I watched her as she thrashed about.  Was it
ever going to end?  When eventually it did, I removed my fingers.  They
were coated with her sticky juice.  I couldn't resist smelling them, and
then I sucked on them.  The smell and taste were divine, even better than
her Mother.

   Now that I had pleasured her, I was expecting her to return the favour,
but it didn't look as if she was going to.  She was now covered up, and she
had her back to me.

   "What about me?"

   "I'm too tired.  Coming twice has taken it out of me."

   I gave a loud sigh, and it made her laugh.  I wasn't annoyed though.  My
Daughter had just let me finger her to a climax.  It would be nice if she
masturbated me, but I wasn't going to complain.

   "You will have to do it yourself.  But keep the noise down, I want to
sleep."

   I took my time, and I was quiet, but I did grunt when I reached it. 
However, it didn't wake her up.

   When I woke, I was surprised to see that she was already dressed, and
ready to go.

   "Today's lesson is supposed to be tough.  I need to do some extra work
before it starts."

   Then, after blowing me a kiss, she left the room.

   Before going to sleep last night, I had decided, that in the morning I
would have a quick breakfast, and then start painting.

   I did, but I hadn't planned on falling asleep again after my Daughter
had gone, and waking up at ten thirty.

   When Emma got back at six, I was still painting.

   "What do you think?"

   "I like it, but what's it supposed to be?"

   I knew she was teasing me.  It was Lansdowne Lad, Sir Cedric Pattinson's
champion race horse, and thankfully it was almost finished.

   That evening I had to eat alone, because Emma went out with the other
students.  I had intended to wait up for her, but at eleven I was falling
asleep, so I went to bed.  I didn't see her again until the morning, when
she was coming out of the bathroom after showering.

   "What time did you get in?"

   "You sound like my Mother."

   Then she laughed, and I joined in.  But her mentioning Sophia had made
me feel uncomfortable.  If she ever found out what we had been doing, there
would be hell to pay, and I would get all the blame.

   At ten, I set up the easel.  Twenty minutes later I had a brilliant
idea. Why not work in the hotel garden?  It was already a nice day, and the
forecast was that it would get even hotter.

   I was now outside, sleeves rolled up, working on my masterpiece.

   Shortly after one o'clock, I applied the final brush stroke, then I
stepped back to admire it.

   "It's perfect."

   There was nobody to hear what I had said, but that didn't matter.  It
was perfect, and it needed saying.

   When Emma got back, she was buzzing.  In her hand was a certificate, and
she was waving it about.

   "I passed."

   "Congratulations."

   She then noticed the paining.  It was on the bed, ready to be wrapped
up. She took her time inspecting it.

   With a straight face, she said, "It's OK."

   I shook my head, and then I smiled, before saying, "Now tell me what you
really think."

   She then hugged me, before saying, "It's perfect."

   Good, we were both of the same opinion, but would Sir Cedric agree with
us?  I hoped so.

   The course was now over, and I had finished the painting, so we could
both relax.  During our meal in the hotel restaurant, we shared a bottle of
wine, and then we had a couple of drinks in the bar.  When we got back to
our room we were both tipsy.

   As soon as we got through the door, Emma said, "I'm going to bed," then
she started taking her clothes off.  I did the same.  However, when I
looked over at her, she had taken everything off, rather than leaving her
bra and knickers on.  I was now staring at her bare breasts.  They looked
good enough to eat.

   "Why aren't you naked?"

   Then she giggled.

   "I don't know."

   As she giggled again, I took the rest of my clothes off.

   We were now in bed, both naked, and facing each other.  When she kissed
me on the lips, I responded by kissing her back, and then by reaching for
her tits.

   "Do you like them?"

   They were firm, with prominent nipples.  Of course I liked them.

   "Yes, they are just like your Mother's, when she was younger."

   I could tell tha she was pleased with what I had said.

   "Suck them."

   She then lay on her back, to make it easier for me.  My mouth was
quickly on her nipple.

   I was now taking as much of her as I could into my mouth, and she was
enjoying it.  Then I switched to the other nipple, and it got the same
treatment.

   "What about my pussy?"

   She didn't need to remind me.  I hadn't forgotten about it.  I was
saving it for later, but she wanted it to be played with now.  As I moved
my hand up her leg, she opened wide for me.

   When my fingers touched her opening, she said, "Put them in, as deep as
you can."

   This time she got three straight away, and it made her gasp.

   "I love being fingered."

   Not as much as I liked doing it to her.

   I was now fucking her with them, and she was moaning.  She sounded just
like her Mother had, the first time I had got my hand inside her knickers.

   I waited as long as I could before going for her clit.  Then I gave it
my full attention.

   "I like your fingers on my clit, but your tongue would be better."

   There was only one way to find out if that was true or not.

   My head was now between her legs, and I was lapping on that little mound
of hers.  Yes it was better, and she didn't need to tell me.  A wriggling
bottom, and loud moaning, was confirmation enough.

   I would have liked to continue.  To let my tongue work its magic and
make her come.  But there was something else that I wanted to do, and it
was better than this, a lot better.

   When I raised my head, she tried to push it back down again, but she
wasn't strong enough.

   "Get onto all fours."

   She was now looking at me wide-eyed.  I was surprised, even shocked. 
Hadn't my little girl realised that it was going to end this way?

   "Please."

   She didn't reply, but when she nodded her head, I knew that she was
going to do it.

   When I saw her bent over, her pink opening exposed, I almost laughed
with joy.  I was going to get the ultimate prize.  I was going to fuck my
Daughter.

   Before pushing into her, I fondled her plump bottom, and then I spread
her cheeks.  At first, it was just the head, and an inch or two, that was
inside her.  Then I slowly gave her the rest.  When it was fully in, she
gave a satisfying moan.

   "I love your big cock."

   "Not as much as I like your tight pussy."

   "I've waited a long time for this.  Sometimes, when my Mother has had a
bit too much to drink, she tells me how good you are in bed."

   That didn't surprise me.  I was old enough to know that when women get
together they talk about such things, especially when they have been
drinking.

   I then started moving my cock, and she started moaning.

   "I want you to fuck me hard, as hard as you can."

   I didn't need telling, because that was what I had already decided to
do, but it was nice to know that she wanted the same thing.

   She was now getting what she had asked for.  Full strokes of my big
cock. I was almost coming out of her, then thrusting back in again up to my
balls.  I could hear them slapping against her.  It was frantic, and it
wasn't going to last much longer.  I could already feel the sap rising, and
she was gasping, a sign that she was about to climax.

   When she did, I wasn't far behind.

   "Oh, fuck.  It's a big one."

   That made me smile, and I was still smiling when I started to shoot my
load deep into her.  I had only just finished, when she collapsed onto the
bed, taking me with her.

   After she had recovered, we showered together.  When she washed my cock,
with her soapy hands, it started getting hard.  That made her giggle.

   "No, save it for tomorrow morning."

   I liked the sound of that.  I hoped that we would also do it again at
home, in the following days, and weeks, when Sophia was out.  That's what I
wanted to happen, but did my Daughter want the same thing as me?  I would
have to wait and see.

   When I got back into bed, it wasn't long before I was asleep.

   In the early days of our relationship, I was often woken up by Sophia
stroking my cock.  It was a good way to start the day.  But this was
better. Had I ever been woken up by a woman sucking my cock?  I didn't
think so, and that was something that I would have remembered.

   She then moved her head back, and my cock came out of her mouth.

   "I'm glad that you are now up."

   She then laughed.  I certainly was.  My cock was rock hard, and it
wanted to enter her sweet pussy.

   "Do you want to come in my mouth or my pussy?"

   I pretended to think about it.  I even furrowed my brow, to make it look
as if it was a difficult decision.  Emma found that funny.  Spurting into
her mouth would be nice, but the offer of pussy was even better.

   "I think," then I paused.

   She gave me a playful slap on my arm.

   "It has to be," then I paused again.

   This time the slap was harder, and it made me wince.

   I then said, "Your pussy."

   "Good answer."

   I just wished that I could come in both of her openings that she had
offered me, but the time when I could come twice in quick succession, was a
long way in the past.

   We were now kissing, but I wanted her nipple in my mouth.  When I got
it, I sucked on it greedily.  Then I did the same to the other one.  I
couldn't get enough of her tits, and her nipples.

   "Go down on me."

   I ignored her, we could do that later on.  But she then started pulling
on my hair.

   My head was now between her legs, with my tongue moving up and down her
slit.  That made her moan.

   "Lick my clit."

   I did, but only after exploring the rest of her pussy, especially her
lips.  She liked that, but not as much as when I finally gave her clit the
attention that it needed.

   "That is so good."

   She was almost purring when she had said it.

   For the next few minutes I gently flicked it with my tongue.  It was a
delicate balance.  I wanted to excite her, but not make her come.

   It was getting risky.  Better to stop now, rather than accidentally
making her climax.

   "I was enjoying that.  Can't you do it for a bit longer?"

   I shook my head, and she pouted.  That normally worked, and I would give
in, but not today.  It was time for us to fuck.

   Looking at me, she said, "How about cowgirl?"

   I nodded vigorously, and it made her laugh.

   I was now on my back, and she was above me, ready to lower herself.  I
could see the concentration on her face.

   She was now sitting on me, with my cock deep inside her.  After
breathing heavily for several seconds, she started.  At first, she was only
lifting up three or four inches, but now, because she had got used to it,
she was making the most of my big cock.  A couple of times she was so high
up, that my cock almost came out.

   I was enjoying it, and I could tell that she was as well.  But it was
hard worker for her.  Her Mother had enjoyed doing this when she was
younger, but now it was too much for her.

   When she started moving faster, I felt my balls tighten.  I wasn't going
to last much longer.  I should warn her.

   "I'm nearly there."

   She grunted, "Me too."

   Good, with a bit of luck we would reach it together.

   She was now frantically moving up and down.  I was impressed, and my
cock was as well.  It showed its appreciation by twitching, then spurting
into her.  I had just about finished, when she dropped down on me.

   "Oh fuck."

   Then she climaxed.  I don't know if it was a big one or not, but she
made a lot of noise, and it was minutes before she moved again.

   Climbing off me, she said, "I'm getting too old for this."

   I laughed.  She was only twenty one.  She should try being my age.  We
then showered, but this time alone.

   After a leisurely breakfast, we went back to our room.  It didn't take
me long to get all my things packed.  While she was sorting her stuff out,
I went down to reception to pay.

   "I hope you liked your stay with us."

   "Yes we did."

   That got a big smile from her.

   "You are being charged for one room, and you will get a discount."

   I was expecting that, but when she told me it was forty percent, I
almost kissed her.

   We left the hotel at eleven, and we were back home just after four. 
Sophia greeted Emma with a big hug, but I only got a smile.

   "I'll make the drinks, then we'll sit down, and you can tell me all
about it."

   We managed to keep a straight face until she had left the room, then we
burst out laughing.

   We would tell her, but definitely not ALL of it!




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