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 For a Father's Love, part 3

   By wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)

   (Mg, incest, ped)

   ***

   After the death of her mother a daughter builds a special bond with her
father.

   ***

   I awoke before the alarm and smiled when I saw Christy cuddled against
me.  She had another bad dream last night and tossed and turned for hours
before finally falling asleep.  Memories of her mother still haunt her. 
Softly I rolled her onto her back.

   Evidence of our love making from last night was still clinging to her
skin, giving her the appearance of a molting snake.  Some of it flaked off
but her torso was still covered with most of it.  She stirred, turning her
face toward me.

   Reaching down, I squeezed my hard on.  Throughout the night I was
awakened several times, often from her night terrors but a few times from
my raging erection yearning for relief.  One of those times I took the
liberty to give myself pleasure and shot another load all over her smooth
mons and inner thighs, then used my cockhead to massage it into her skin
until it dried.

   I could smell the sweet scent of my cum emanating from her body and it
was driving me mad.  There's something about the smell of sex that is so
arousing.  I kissed her forehead before climbing over her to use the
restroom.  If I didn't do something about this pee hard-on, my cock was
going to break off.  She stirred a bit as I crossed to the floor.

   The light from the bathroom illuminated her slumbering form, casting it
in an erotic glow making me want her so badly.  I wanted so much to make
love to her as only her husband should, but I knew that it was too soon. 
There was no way I could move that fast and it not adversely affect her.

   The clock on the bedside table read 6:20, which gave me another 10
minutes to sit and admire her beauty while I slowly rubbed my cock thinking
of how great it will be when we finally are able to make love.  Pre-cum wet
the tip and I massaged it along the head until it was sticky.

   I smiled, remembering her face yesterday when I had her put back on her
soiled panties knowing they were crusted with my dried cum and wondered
what effect it had on her day.  I briefly thought of having her wear them
again but knew she'd really object to that and then it hit me.  Why not
give her a clean pair with a fresh load of cum in the crotch?

   I made my way to her room being lead by my pointing cock.  Grabbing a
pair of her panties, I sat on her bed and began jerking off.  It shouldn't
take me very long to fill her crotch and then I'll wake her up, fix her
breakfast and have her slip them on all gooey with my sperm.  I closed my
eyes imagining my cum squishing around her little pussy all day, filling
her crotch and perhaps finding it's way inside her hole.

   I lost it on the last thought and held the cotton crotch over the tip of
my cock while I blasted it full of sperm.  It was so thrilling to think
that in less than an hour she'd be putting these on and smashing my cum
against her cunt.

   "Daddy, what are you doing?" I heard her voice from the doorway as the
last few spasms sent the rest of my load into her panties.  They were
soaked and felt mushy and heavy from my cum.  Pulling it away, I looked at
them and smiled at the thick slime clinging to the small area where her
pussy will be very soon.

   I no longer cared if she knew my cum was in her panties.  She already
saw what cum was and to know my sperm was in her panties was actually
arousing for me.  "I was just giving you a little panty present," I said,
standing to join her at the door.

   She was still naked and from the nightlight in the room I could see that
last night's cum was still peeling from her skin.  "Here, put these on," I
said, stooping down and holding them opened.  She stared down at them for a
moment before turning her gaze to me.

   "They have stuff in it," she said, not budging.

   "I know, Honey, but it's good for your skin, makes it smooth and soft,
like lotion." I wasn't sure she'd buy that but it was worth a try.  I would
get some perverted pleasure knowing that my daughter would be traipsing
around all day with my cum rubbing against her pussy.  Slowly she raised a
leg and I lassoed it before lowering it again for the other leg.  It was so
full of watery slime that I had to be careful not to spill any.

   The crotch was saturated and another teaspoon full jiggled around as I
pulled it further up her slender legs.  Finally it was in place and I
pulled it slightly to rub it in and smash it into her crack.  My hands were
shaking I was so excited and it felt as if I couldn't breathe.  Taking my
finger I ran it up and down her slit, making the wet crotch sink into her
small gash.  She had the perfect little camel toe.

   "Come, let's have breakfast," I said taking her hand and leading her
from her room.  She wanted to dress, but I wanted to see her walking around
in her cum-filled panties and Daddy knows best.  I almost burned the eggs
as my attention was directed to her sitting on the stool, her thin legs
dangling over the side, exposing her dirty panties.

   I couldn't help but stare at her while she ate.  Her mouth chewing up
and down, her lips pursing between bites, the way she pushed the fork
inside her mouth full of eggs and hash browns.  It was very erotic and I
found myself super hard once again.  "Tomorrow I'll have to add a special
ingredient to her food to get her used to the taste," I chuckled under my
breath while squeezing my erection.

   After we ate I went with her to pick out her clothes and laid out a
skirt and blouse on her bed.  "Daddy, I need to take a bath before I get
dressed," she said standing before me with her legs slightly parted.  The
gooey crotch was drying and sticking more to her crack making it
uncomfortable.  "I got your, um, stuff on me."

   "Nonsense, Honey, you're fine the way you are.  Remember I said it was
like lotion?  Your skin will absorb it later and you'll be so soft," I said
smiling.  For the first time in years I helped her dress and even buttoned
her blouse for her.  She was still uneasy about having my "stuff" all over
her, but I was her father and she would do what I said.

   I dressed while she brushed her teeth and for a split second I thought
maybe in the future I'll start jerking off onto her tooth brush and having
her brush her teeth with my cum.  That would be the ultimate.  Every time
she talked to someone she'd have sperm breath and all day long she'd taste
it.  I smiled at the possibilities.

   "Daddy, I'm ready," she said entering my bathroom.  She looked so sexy
that I wanted to tear her clothes off right then and ravage her, but I
couldn't.  She had school and I had work to go to.  There'll be time later
tonight.

   On the drive I kept my hand on her thigh, just under her skirt.  She
kept squirming and several times picked and pulled at the front of her
panties.  They must be bothering her but she'll need to get used to it.  We
hadn't made it a block when the heady aroma filled the car and almost
burned my nostrils.  She had a very strong smell of sex emitting from her
and I began to worry about doing this.

   What if someone found out?  What if her teacher smelled it and sent her
to the nurse and they found my dried cum in her panties?  What if someone
noticed her constantly picking at her crotch and questioned her about it
and she told them what I did?  My heart began to race.  If anyone found out
about it, I'd be screwed big time.  I looked over at her and noticed
something dark on her throat.  Reaching over I plucked it off noticing it
was one of my pubic hairs.  Shit!  How'd that get there?

   "Honey, you know what we did last night is a secret, right?" I asked
turning into the parent drop off at her school.  She looked up at me
confused but nodded still the same.  "Good," I added, leaning over to kiss
her goodbye.  The closer I got, the stronger the smell became and I was
worried that by the end of the day she'd reek so much that someone would
notice.  "Today's Thursday so you go see Doctor Brown.  I'll pick you up at
4 o'clock instead of 5, okay?" She nodded before running off towards
school.

   I was totally useless at work as my thoughts were filled with images of
Christy and our future together.  Every once in a while a stray thought
entered my mind about someone at school finding out about the three loads
of cum she had on her body, and every time my phone rang I jumped thinking
it was the school.  I'd have to be more careful.

   I went to the room for the after school program and found her lying on
the floor drawing a picture.  Her legs were bent upward and she was kicking
them back and forth causing her skirt to ride too high on her thighs and I
got a good view of her panties.  I'm sure everyone else in the room got the
same view but no one seemed to notice or care.

   I signed her out and we held hands to the car.  Once inside I leaned
over and gave her a kiss on the lips.  I missed her so much today and told
her so.  I could still smell my cum on her but it wasn't as strong. 
Pulling into traffic, I slipped my hand under the hem of her skirt and
brushed the tip of my finger along the crotch of her panties.  As expected,
they were stiff but I got an unexpected surprise when I noticed they had
dried tightly against her crack leaving a small fissure which my fingertip
caressed.

   The hour-long session ran late and by 5:45 I was getting worried.  In
the very beginning before she got comfortable with him they stayed a little
longer than an hour but it's been over a month since the last time that
happened.  I'd flipped through three magazines waiting for her to finish
and she was still inside with him.  I asked the receptionist and was
informed that he canceled his 5:30 appointment because of a problem.  I
felt my heart drop.

   What problem could it be?  Surely she didn't discuss what happened last
night, I already told her not to.  I sat back down, grabbing another
magazine.  I'm just being paranoid again.  She's probably telling him about
her nightmares and how they keep her up at night.  Seeing her mother die
has been really hard on her.  It would be hard on any child.

   "Mr.  Taylor," the receptionist said standing before me.  "Dr.  Brown
would like to see you." I felt my heart racing.  After the first session I
hadn't been in with her as it allows her to speak freely.  Why does he now
want me in there?  Slowly I followed her down the small hall and she opened
the door.

   He was sitting behind his desk with his fingers laced on his lap. 
Christy wasn't in the room.  "Where's Christy?" I asked from the doorway
almost too afraid to go inside.  I heard the door closing behind me.

   "She's in another room; please sit down, Mr.  Taylor," he said,
motioning with his hand to the empty chair in front of his desk.  I could
feel my heart in my throat.  This can't be good.  I went and sat where he
instructed.

   "What's this all about?"

   Sitting up, he looked me in the eye for what seemed like twenty minutes
but was probably more like twenty seconds.  "I want you to watch
something," he said, picking up a remote from his desk and pointing it
towards a flat panel TV hanging on the wall.  A blue screen briefly
appeared before an image of Christy sitting in this very chair emerged. 
She wasn't smiling and kept looking down at her hands on her lap.

   "I want you to tell me again what you just said about last night,
Christy," Dr.  Brown's voice said off screen.  She swallowed hard but never
looked up.

   "It, um, started in the bathtub," she mumbled, hardly audible.  I sat
and listened as she recounted everything we did together last night and
even this morning when I jerked off in her panties.  I felt sick.  It felt
as if someone kicked me in the stomach and my heart was beating so fast and
so hard I swear it was about to rip out of my chest.  I had a huge lump in
my throat and it was hard for me to breathe.  I was busted.

   I sat stunned, not able to move or speak and stared at the screen until
it went blank.  I didn't dare look towards Dr.  Brown for fear of judgment
and condemnation.  Quickly I tried to think of a way out of this.  Maybe
claim it was a fantasy of hers and it never happened, but then that would
make Christy a liar.  Maybe it was a dream, she's been having some weird
dreams lately.

   "Do you deny it happened?" he asked, almost reading my thoughts.  I
swallowed hard and looked down at the floor.  "Perhaps this will help you
remember," he said opening his desk drawer and pulling out the pair of
white panties I'd used this morning.  Again I swallowed hard.  Images of
prison quickly passed through my mind.

   Getting up, he walked over to the DVD player and ejected the disc.  I
was stunned as he placed it in a jewel case and dropped it on the desk in
front of me.  I looked up confused at him.  "This is your copy, I have the
original.  Keep it in a safe place," he said sitting back down staring at
me.

   "You know, Mr.  Taylor, I'm required by law to report any sign of abuse
to the proper authorities." He watched me for a reaction and I must have
given him what he was looking for as he smiled.  "I don't think you'd last
very long in prison.  Inmates don't like men who abuse little girls like
what you did."

   I was so nervous I almost threw up.  This isn't happening!  What have I
done?  I don't want to spend the rest of my life in prison for this.  It
was only one time and I never hurt her.  All sorts of things rushed through
my head as I prayed for a way out of this.  Please God, give me one more
chance.

   Opening a file on his desk he put on his reading glasses and turned a
few pages.  "I see that your wife's parents are still alive but live on the
East coast," he began, glancing up periodically to look at me over the
rims. "Your parents live in Phoenix, but your father had a stroke five
years ago and your mother has to care for him.  You have one brother in
Dallas and a sister in Detroit.  Your wife had no siblings." Leaning back
in his chair, he put his feet on the desk and folded his hands behind his
head.  "Have you given much thought of who will take care of Christy when
you're gone?"

   For the first time since the funeral I felt like crying.  Please God,
no. This isn't real, it's not happening.  I closed my eyes and dropped my
head to his desk.  There was no sense in denying it.  He had her confession
and he had her panties.  There isn't a jury in the world that wouldn't
convict me with that evidence.  I sobbed with my head still down on his
desk.

   I never noticed when he got up and put his hand on my shoulder.  "Mr. 
Taylor, you need to go home and think about what you did." My head felt
like lead and I couldn't even raise it.

   "Daddy?" I heard Christy's voice from the doorway.  I turned to see her
standing there waiting for me.  Wiping my eyes I got up and met her there,
turning to see the smug expression on Brown's face.

   "This is a wake up call and I'm never going to do anything like that
ever again," I mumbled to myself.  Closing the door we walked silently to
the car.

   "Daddy, are you alright?" she asked as we pulled onto the highway.

   "Yes, Honey, I'm fine.  I just have a lot on my mind, that's all." No
other words were spoken until we got home.  I didn't feel much like cooking
so we ordered pizza again.  I noticed a message on the answering machine. I
pushed play.

   "Mr.  Taylor, this is Doctor Brown.  You forgot your copy here at the
office and I need for you to come by tomorrow around 6 o'clock to pick it
up.  And bring Christy with you, there's something else we need to
discuss." I hit delete and turned towards his daughter.  How could she
betray me like that?

   ~end of part 3

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