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   Silent Daughter



   I stole this idea, with no apologies, from the story My Silent Daughter
by Emerson Laken Palmer.





   Dan was lying on the couch daydreaming.  His hand wandered down to his
lap where two lovely feet were resting.  His hand gently touched them, then
began to lightly stroke.  They squirmed in pleasure in his lap, rubbing
against his cock and causing it to engorge and thicken.  That brought him
back from his dreams.  He looked down to see his daughter's feet in his
lap, his hand stroking them.  Worse, he felt his cock quickly growing in
his shorts.



   Stunned, he yelled, "Molly, get your feet off of me," pushing them
towards the other end of the couch where his daughter lay watching the TV.



   She jumped at the roar, looking at him in surprise.  "What, Daddy?"



   `Damn!' Dan thought to himself, feeling like a shit.  "Sorry, sweetie. I
guess I'm just worried and overreacted."



   "Oh," Molly said quietly.  "Is it mom?"



   Dan was quiet for several moments before he answered her, "Yes."



   Marion, Dan's wife and Molly's mother, was not at home this evening.  In
point of fact, she was seldom home in the evenings any more.  Part of Dan's
problem was that he hadn't had sex in over six months and it had been
increasingly infrequent before that.  He was horny as a sixteen-year-old
boy.



   "I understand, Daddy," she said.  "But I did like lying on the couch
with you."



   Dan felt like a complete turd now.  He knew Marion's abandonment was
actually harder on Molly than it was on him and it was a real bitch for
him. At least he understood what was happening.  He figured Molly couldn't
really understand and so it had to be tougher on her.  "I'm sorry sweetie.
Okay." He motioned for her to put her feet back in his lap.



   Instead, Molly lay on the couch but scooted towards the front.  She
patted the couch behind her and said, "Why don't you lay down with me,
Daddy.  There's room."



   Dan wasn't sure that was the best idea, but he was filled with remorse
at his behavior and capitulated.  He lay down behind his little girl,
looking over her head at the silly program on the TV.  He felt her back up,
pressing against his chest.



   Without thinking, Dan wrapped his arm around her, resting his hand on
her bare belly.  She wasn't one of those girls who shouldn't wear belly
shirts.  Instead, her belly was trim and flat.  Her shorts were low-riding
and loose as well and he could see gaps on both sides where the crease
between her leg and pudenda plunged into the shorts.  He could almost see
down into her shorts...



   Dan couldn't pull his eyes away.  Those shorts were so low Dan wondered
if his little girl had any hair yet.  There certainly couldn't be much or
it would be showing.  He felt his cock growing again, traitorous thing.  He
pushed his hips back against the couch to make sure it wouldn't bump
against Molly.



   Luck was not with Dan this night.  Molly was feeling insecure and
wanted, no, needed, physical contact.  She pressed back as he pulled away.
Now, because they were in a slightly different alignment, when she pressed
back, her cute little butt pressed up against his hard cock.  He so wanted
to jump up, but he was filled with remorse at his earlier dismissal of her
that he couldn't.  Dan prayed she wouldn't notice.



   In a shaky voice Molly asked him, "Daddy, are you and mom going to get a
divorce?"



   He didn't answer right away.  What should he tell her?  She deserved the
truth.  And the truth was she was old enough for it.  But what was the
truth?  "I really don't know, Sweetie.  I just don't know."



   "Daddy, I'd understand if you did.  And if you do, I want to live with
you," she said.



   Dan's heart was filled with affection when she told him that.  "Why's
that, Sweetie?"



   That's when the second mistake of the evening occurred.  Dan was asking
why she would want to live with him.  Molly thought he was asking why she
understood, which was the image burning itself in her mind.  "I heard her
talking to Mr.  Swenson on the phone when she thought I wasn't home.  I
heard her say how she was going to...  suck his cock," she blurted out. 
"I'm sorry, Daddy, but that's what she said."



   Herb Swenson was a neighbor who had an on again off again relationship
with his own wife, usually off as he wandered from affair to affair.  Dan
didn't understand his attractiveness but he certainly had something as he
had seemingly poked half the women in the neighborhood.



   Dan felt icy fingers along his spine.  It's one thing to suspect that
your wife is out fucking around.  It is more achingly painful to hear it
from your daughter and in such explicit terms.  Dan felt the tear roll down
his cheek.  No.  Crying would be later.  Then Dan got mad.  God damn
Marion. That bitch.  "Shit," he muttered.  His eyes were glazed as he
looked off into his own mind seeing nothing.  "She won't suck my cock but
she will Herb's."



   "Daddy!"



   That brought him back immediately.  "Oh, sorry sweetie.  I kind of
forgot you were here," he blushed.



   Molly laughed, "I bet you did." She turned enough to look back over her
shoulder at him.  It also twisted her enough that Dan's hand, without his
moving it, slid into the gap of the waist of her loose shorts.  "So, Mom
won't suck your..." Molly stopped at the last moment.  She obviously knew
the word and the action but couldn't quite say it to her father.  Dan
wasn't surprised.  He heard the way kids talked among themselves these
days. He was certain Molly knew all about blow jobs.  He just hoped she
wasn't doing them yet.



   "No," he said not knowing how else to finesse the question.



   Molly turned back towards the TV.  "That's too bad." His hand stayed
where it was and Molly didn't seem to notice.  Her butt also pressed back
into his crotch again.  His cock had deflated at the deflating news of
Marion's cock-sucking adventures.  A soft warm little ass rubbing against
it reversed the blood flow and he felt his pants getting tight again.



   Dan was conflicted.  He was mad and sad about his wife and felt like
grabbing a bottle of booze and getting sloshed.  He had the body of a
beautiful young woman pressed against his and it felt damn nice and
exciting.  In fact, Molly was rubbing her ass against his rigid pole as he
thought these things.  But that ass belonged to his beautiful little virgin
daughter.  The problem was that Dan was now lost in his mind thinking about
Marion and her infidelities.  His eyes were glazed as he stared off, seeing
only the internal pictures like a movie screen between his mind and the
real world.  He felt the soft warm ass of his daughter pressing and rubbing
against his erection but he `saw' someone else in his mind.  His hand
started softly stroking Molly's belly.



   She was surprised and looked back over her shoulder.  She could see the
track of the one tear Dan had shed and she felt awful for telling him such
terrible news.  She also saw that he was staring off into the distance
seemingly unaware of her except that his hand was touching her.



   Molly was also intensely aware of her father's erection.  She was
pretending as though she didn't know but she liked the feeling.  She liked
his hand touching her.  It sent electric sensations into her pussy.  Molly
was a sheltered girl and had never touched a boy's cock or had a boy touch
her intimately.  But she was old enough that her body craved such a touch.
She felt herself getting wet just like when she touched herself, but this
was even better, having someone else touch her.  But it was her father...
She was caught between two desires, one to be a `good' girl and the other
to continue experiencing the pleasure building inside.



   Dan was raging in his mind, `The bitch.  The cheating bitch.  She won't
fuck me, huh.  I'll get even.  I'll show her.  She's not the only one who
can fuck around.' Almost below the conscious level he was aware that his
hand was touching a lovely young woman.  It pressed further down, finding
the beginnings of her downy hair.



   Molly gasped silently as his hand moved down over her pussy.  She
pressed back against the hard cock, rubbing, feeling it.  Dan's hand
strayed further, finding the cleft of her pussy.  His finger sank into the
girl.  Molly bit her lips to keep from moaning.  She was wet and hot.



   Dan's mind exulted, `Take that you bitch.  I don't need you.' His finger
circled the girl's bump.  Her hips bounced, grinding against the hard cock
behind and the pleasure giving finger in front.  Dan's mind was seeing
Marion, the cheater, as he brought off his daughter.



   Molly put her hand to her mouth to keep from crying out.  It felt so
good...  Then her body exploded in waves of pleasure which rippled through
her, one after another.



   Dan felt the woman orgasm as her pussy clamped down on his finger.



   Molly cried out once, the orgasm overwhelming her.  It was the best she
had ever felt.



   Dan was laughing at Marion in his mind.  `See.  I can get even.  Take
that you cheater.' Dan pulled his hand from Molly's pants.



   It was at this point that both regained their senses.  Molly blushed,
jumped up from the couch, and rushed off to her room.



   Dan, his eyes cleared of the visions that had been tormenting him,
realized with a sickening feeling that he had just molested his daughter.
`Oh my God,' he jumped up from the couch.  `What have I done?' He started
after Molly, but the guilt overwhelmed him as he sank to his knees and
buried his face in his hands.  `It's all her fault,' he moaned blaming
Marion.



   *****



   The next morning, Dan got up bleary eyed.  He hadn't been able to sleep,
tossing and turning, the guilt eating at him.  He dressed and went out to
the kitchen.  A few minutes later, Molly appeared, a bright smile on her
face.  "Morning, Daddy.  What's for breakfast?" she asked in a chipper
voice.



   Dan gawked at her.  How could she be so chipper?  He reached into the
fridge and found eggs and bacon.  "How about a bacon and cheese omelet?" he
asked her.



   "Great," she said.  "I'll make toast."



   "Okay," Dan agreed, putting a pan on the stove.  He cracked the eggs and
scrambled them.  His mind was running on overdrive trying to figure out
what was happening.  As the bacon cooked, he finally worked up the courage
to say to Molly, "About last night..."



   Molly immediately burst out, "I'm sorry Daddy.  I should never have told
you.  I'm sorry I made you cry."



   Dan was stunned.  What if it had all been in his mind?  "Um, no, that
was okay Molly.  Um, I'm glad you told me.  Maybe things will be better."



   "Really?  I hope so Daddy.  Mom hasn't been good to you.  It's not
fair," Molly said.



   "Um, yeah," Dan stumbled on.  Had he been so screwed up he had imagined
that whole thing?  Numbly, he finished making breakfast as Molly chattered
about school.  He answered questions and made comments, just as he was
supposed to, but his mind remained in a turmoil.  In fact, his whole
workday went by in a daze.



   Marion was home when he returned and was fixing dinner as if nothing had
happened.  Molly was doing homework, kissed him just as she always did and
returned to working on her algebra.  Dan felt like he was in the Twilight
Zone.



   *****



   The next two days it was as if nothing had happened.  Marion said
nothing and Molly said nothing.  Two days of worry and nothing happened. 
When he got home after the second day, there was a note from Marion telling
him she was going out with friends and expected to be home late.  Dinner
was in the oven.  As he read the note, he looked up to see Molly watching,
concern evident on her face.  Dan wondered exactly what was concerning his
lovely daughter.  Was she scared of her own father?  Dan promised himself
that she would never have reason to be afraid of him.



   Nothing was said as they ate dinner.  After dinner, Dan went to the TV
room and started watching CSI.  A few minutes later, Molly came in.  She
was wearing very loose fitting sweat bottoms with both legs cut off so that
they covered very little and a white sports bra that highlighted her
developing breasts.



   Molly lay on the couch as usual with her feet in Dan's lap.  He put his
hand on her feet and Molly sighed.  Dan looked at her.  The sweats had
bunched up and Dan could see that she was wearing nothing under them.  He
could see the downy hair above her pussy and the crease of her pussy lips.
He forced himself to look back at the TV but he wasn't seeing the show any
longer.  He was remembering the other night.  Had it been just fantasy?  He
chastised himself for even thinking about it.



   He was startled from his revere by Molly.  "Daddy, would you like to lie
behind me and hold me?" Dan didn't know what to do.  "Please?" Molly
begged.



   "But Molly..." he couldn't bring himself to finish.



   "Please," she begged.



   Again, Dan was unable to deny his little girl.  "Um, okay," he said.



   A radiant smile brightened her face.  She scooted forward as he lay down
behind her, then she moved back until she molded up against him.  Her ass
pressed back against him and his body responded instantly, his cock
springing up.  Molly was rubbing her ass against his cock.



   Dan couldn't help himself, his arm went round her and found her loose
sweats.  His hand insinuated itself under them.  He glanced at Molly's face
but it betrayed nothing.  She was watching the TV as if nothing was
happening.  There was no resistance as Dan's hand wandered lower and cupped
her pussy.



   He could feel that she was already wet and hot.  Her legs spread as he
pressed his fingers into her slot.  He saw her bite her lip as his finger
began dancing over her pussy, sinking in and stroking her sex.  Dan felt
her pussy awash in her own arousal, her pussy throbbing in time with his
fingers.



   Molly's eyes stared sightlessly at the TV but she said nothing.  Dan
used all of his skill to bring off the young girl.  He saw her eyes close,
then a muffled moan as her hips jerked, then stilled.  She went limp in his
arms.  Dan slowly withdrew his hand from her sweats, now soaked with the
evidence of her orgasm.



   They lay quietly on the couch.  Finally, Molly roused herself and said
quietly, "I'm tired, Daddy.  I think I'll go to bed."



   "Okay, Sweetie," he said.



   This time it hadn't been a dream.  He watched as Molly disappeared into
the bathroom and he heard the shower come on.  She hadn't said a word since
inviting him to lay behind her.  What the hell was happening?  Dan turned
off the TV and went to bed, his cock nearly bursting.  It took all of three
strokes before he blasted his cum and fell asleep.



   *****



   The next morning Molly was chipper and talked nearly non-stop as he
fixed them both breakfast.  She talked about everything except the night
before.  Dan let it go.  Marion had wandered in some time during the night.
He was disgusted with her.  She didn't even bother to get up and fix them
breakfast.



   Marion didn't go out the next night or the next, but she might as well
have.  It was almost as though she wasn't home even though she was.  Dan
fixed dinner which he and Molly ate at the table while Marion took hers off
to the study and closed the door behind her.  Dan could see the anger in
Molly's eyes as she watched her mother disappear from her life.  How else
could the girl interpret Marion's actions?  Molly had moved beyond hurt to
wrath.



   Friday night, Dan got home from work to find Molly holding a note. 
"It's her," she said.



   "Do I need to read it?" he asked.



   "No," she said, releasing the note which fluttered down and into the
trash.



   "I don't feel like fixing dinner.  How about pizza and a movie?" he
asked.



   "Can I choose the movie?" she asked excited, her face changing from
anger to happiness in a moment.



   `To be young again,' Dan thought.  "Sure," he said.



   "You call," she said as she hurried into the den and began rifling the
movie collection.



   Dan smiled as he called for delivery and cleaned up the kitchen,
something Marion never seemed to bother with any more.  When the delivery
boy came, Molly met him.  Dan was right behind and he watched the boy's
eyes as they devoured his daughter.



   It made Dan look at his daughter in a different way, seeing that she had
changed from little girl to young woman.  You would think he would have
noticed after the last few days, but like most parents, he kept seeing
Molly as a little girl.  The boy's lust made him realize intellectually and
emotionally Molly was no longer a girl, she was a woman.  He paid the boy
who reluctantly looked away from Molly to make change.  She disappeared
inside and Dan could see the disappointment in the boy's eyes.  Indeed,
Molly had changed.



   Molly started the movie as Dan entered.  They ate pizza as they watched
the movie.  Dan was drinking a glass of Chianti as they ate.  Looking over
at Molly, he again noticed that she was now a young adult, no longer a
child.  It was a moment of sadness, of loss.  He had lost his little girl.
But life was like that.  Someday, she'd be getting married and having kids
of her own.  "Molly, would you like some wine?"



   "Really?" she asked.



   He nodded.  "You might as well start learning about it.  I have a
feeling your friends will soon be drinking," he said.



   "Well," Molly said.



   "Oh, some of them already are?" he asked.  She nodded.  "Looking back, I
think my friends were too.  Get a glass."



   Molly jumped up from the couch and came back with a wine glass and a
smile.



   Dan poured her some wine.  "Okay, wine is an acquired taste.  It will be
a little bit bitter because of the acids.  It will also taste a little bit
sweet and fruity.  Learn to distinguish all of the different flavors. 
Also, see how it changes with food.  Enough lecture," he said smiling.  He
lifted his glass, "Enjoy." They clinked glasses.  Molly slowly lifted the
glass and sipped.  Her nose crinkled.  Dan smiled inside as she set the
glass down.  Wine is an acquired taste.



   They finished the pizza and watched the movie.  Molly finished her wine.
She also cuddled up to Dan.  He put his arm around her as she cuddled into
his side.  It was affection not attraction.  Dan hoped the incident of the
other night was behind them.  After the movie, Molly disappeared into her
room.  Dan cleaned up and settled in front of the TV watching the news. 
Molly returned in a flimsy nightgown.  Dan couldn't help but stare and
wonder where she had gotten it.  He couldn't remember ever seeing it
before.



   Molly lay down on the couch, leaving space behind her.  She looked up at
Dan, her face an entreaty, then she looked straight ahead at the TV.  Dan
couldn't believe it.  There was no doubt what she wanted.



   Once again, his body betrayed him as the sex hormones rushed into his
bloodstream.  His cock grew and his desire mounted.  He lay behind the
young woman.  She snuggled back, immediately pressing her barely concealed
ass against his growing cock.  One arm went under her as the other came to
rest on her belly.



   She said nothing, but simply stared ahead.  His hand cupped her breast
for the first time.  Her nipple was hard and pointed.  His other hand
worked under her panties, her legs spreading in welcome.  She was wet and
hot, as though she had been anticipating this moment all evening.  His
fingers gently massaged her labia, trapping her sensitive clitoris between
them.  Molly gasped, but made no other movement, her eyes straight ahead.



   Dan gently moved her labia over the button in a gentle sexual rhythm. 
Her hips began to mirror the rhythm, brushing her ass against his raging
cock.  His hands teased one breast, then the other, tweaking her nipples in
time with the rhythm of her hips.  Her hips pushed back harder against his
loins, driving Dan a little bit crazy.



   Her eyes were closed now, her breath coming in shuddering gasps as he
picked up the pace.  Her pussy was flooded with her arousal as he sank his
finger into her, causing her to gasp.  He rubbed harder and felt her vagina
shudder around his invading finger as her orgasm coursed into her.  She
made small 'uff' noises as she came.



   Dan slowed and stopped.  He took his hand from his daughter's crotch,
his hand wet with her cum.  He lay quietly as Molly recovered.  He was
filled with love for her.  He knew he was pleasing his daughter.  It was a
strange thing he was doing, but it was what she wanted.  Her eyes opened.
He released her breast, waiting.  She jumped up from the couch and headed
for the hall.



   "Molly?" he called out.



   She looked back surprised.



   His cock was as hard as it had ever been.  He glanced down at it, then
up at her.



   She looked appalled.  "Daddy," she scolded.  "Don't be disgusting," as
she turned and stomped off to the bathroom.  He heard the shower come on,
his cock wilting in his pants.  Disgusting?



   The next morning Dan made breakfast.  Nothing was mentioned of the night
before.  Molly was her usual self, wolfing down the pancakes, her favorite,
before heading off to school.  Dan was well and truly baffled.



   Marion was home the next few nights, even making dinner twice before
retiring to the study and working on the computer.  Dan and Molly watched
TV.  The second evening he helped her with her homework, algebra, which she
found vastly confusing, as Dan had the first time he took it.  It was
amazing that something happened after that first experience.  He not only
mastered algebra but wound up a civil engineer using it all of the time in
his profession.  "Life is funny," he said, as he told Molly when he
explained about his own failure at algebra.



   Once again, it was as if nothing untoward had occurred.  Dan was at a
loss.



   *****



   The next afternoon Dan came home to find Molly with a disgusted look on
her face.  Dan looked at her.  "It's Mr.  Swenson again," Molly said.  Dan
felt like he was an old tire that someone let all of the air out of and
drove down a gravel road.  Without a word he went off to change into casual
clothes.



   When he came back, Molly had a movie ready and the phone in her hand
along with the Yellow Pages open to pizza.  Nothing else could have lifted
his spirits.  Dan couldn't help but laugh.  "Get a bottle of red wine,
Sweetie.  I think we're going to need it."



   Molly jumped up handing the phone to Dan.  "I love you, Daddy."



   They started the movie while waiting, pausing to eat the pizza when it
arrived, wolfing it down along with wine.  After they were full, Molly lay
down on the couch and looked up at Dan.  Dan had decided not to touch Molly
after her last outburst.  This silent treatment was killing him.  Her eyes
appealed to him.  He resisted.  "Please," Molly begged.



   "Molly, I don't understand.  One minute you call me disgusting, the next
you're begging."



   Dan saw a pained look cross her face.  "I'm sorry Daddy.  I was scared."



   "Scared of what?" Dan asked worried that she was going to say scared of
him, her own father.



   Her face bloomed red.  "That if we did what you wanted, you know, then
we wouldn't stop.  And that scared me."



   "You could have said that," Dan chided her.



   "I know, I know.  You always say that.  But when you're scared it isn't
as easy to say things, especially these kind of things," she said ending
quietly.



   Dan nodded, "I guess you're right.  We are kind of being different. 
Molly, do you want me to...  continue?" Again Molly blushed but she also
nodded vigorously.  It was then that Dan noticed that she wasn't in her
usual garb, she was fully dressed.  "Sweetie, how come you're dressed then?
Did you change your mind?"



   Molly sat up.  "I've been thinking about the other night, you know,
after I yelled.  I really feel bad I yelled at you, Daddy."



   Dan smiled, "No worries.  I've been yelled at worse." They shared a
laugh.



   "I thought about what you said, about how mom doesn't...  do you
anymore." She looked up and Dan nodded, encouraging her to continue.  Molly
was twisting her hands together as she continued, "So, I've been thinking
that since mom isn't really a wife to you anymore, maybe you'd like it if I
kind of did those things, like..." She blushed violently at the last words.
"That's why I was dressed, kind of like a real date, and maybe you
could..."



   "Make love to you, like a real date?" Dan asked.



   Dan didn't think his daughter could have blushed more, but she did as
she nodded.  "She doesn't deserve you, Daddy, out sucking that scumbag's
thing.  I could be a better wife than she is," Molly said with a huff.



   Dan smiled since Molly had used his curse for a truly worthless being.
He didn't much like using the term scumbag and when he did, he meant it. 
It pained him a little that his wife's behavior qualified for the epitaph,
but he couldn't argue its appropriateness.  "Molly, I would be pleased to
have you as my date for tonight," he said.



   Her face lit up.  "Thank you.  I would be pleased to be your date."



   He extended his hand, which she took, and pulled her to him, planting
his lips on hers in their first real kiss.  He had given her orgasms,
touched her pussy, but this was the first time they were really
acknowledging that they both wanted this.  The kiss grew in passion and Dan
felt his cock straining in his pants.  This time it wasn't just going to be
just for Molly, they were going to make love.  He picked her up and carried
her to the bedroom.  Molly's face reflected many emotions: nervous,
anxious, sensual desire, and pleased to be carried like a bride to her
wedding bed.



   Dan laid his daughter on his bed.  It did feel like a honeymoon, a
beautiful young woman, a virgin waiting to be initiated into the pleasures
of sex.



   "You're very beautiful." He leaned down and kissed her.  The sensations
and the situation had seduced Molly.  She kept seeing herself in the place
of her, that bitch who had abandoned them.  She had spent the last two days
making love to her father in her mind.  When it now happened in reality, it
seemed natural.



   Dan kissed her and Molly returned it passionately.  For the first time
she was able to express her passion openly.  It allowed her to feel even
more deeply the pleasure of sex.  Caught in the passion, feeling it flow
from each other, they quickly threw off their clothes and came back
together locking their lips together.



   Feeling the warm air on her unclothed body, the touch of his hot bare
skin against hers and the erotic visions of the past days, Molly felt
herself surrendering to desire.  She wanted this.  She had dreamed of this.
Her mind begged, `Please make love to me.' She returned the kiss
passionately.



   Dan felt that passion in the kiss.  It ignited his own fire and his cock
sprang to fullness.  He pulled Molly to his chest and felt her breasts bore
into his chest.  Dan gently forced her back.  He moved his head down until
he could take her nipple in his mouth.  He made love to her breasts.  Molly
moaned her pleasure from the delightful feeling of her father's tongue and
lips on her breasts.  Dan ran his hand between her legs.  He felt her
already flooded with arousal.



   Just as the previous nights she had been awaiting this all day.  But
instead of expectation unfilled, she was going to be filled with his
manhood.



   When Dan felt her heated loins, he knew she was ready.  Her hips moved
against his hand in her need to be filled with his cock.  They both burned
in animal lust, the desire to be completed by being joined together.  He
moved his body over hers.  Dan pushed his hips forward and felt the heat
and wetness of her as his cock slipped between her lips and his cock
entered her for the first time.  She was tight, but quickly accommodated
him as he slid further into her.  His cock continued piercing her until he
felt the base of his cock rubbing against her clitoris.



   Molly moaned from the pleasure of being filled.  She waited for Dan to
begin pounding her.  Dan moved slowly and deeply in her.  It was sensual in
a way she had never imagined before.



   He began moving in and out, never pounding her.  It made her desire
climb.  She wanted more.  Now she knew what it was to make love.



   Yes.  This is what she needed: a man; an experienced lover to show her,
to love her as a man should.  Boys would already have spent themselves and
she knew Dan was just starting.  She quit worrying and let the feelings
take her.  The only sound was the soft creaking of the bed, the ragged
gasps of their breath, and the sibilant sighing of skin sliding against
skin.



   Dan kissed her as he moved in her.  She felt her nipples brush against
his chest, his cock filling her, his loins rubbing her clitoris, his belly
pressing against hers.



   Her desire mounted.  A fine sheen broke on her skin as her breath came
in ragged gasps.  A flush spread across her chest.



   Dan could feel her orgasm nearing and let his own build.



   Her orgasm took her and she felt herself shuddering as she arched up to
meet his thrusts.  Her cavern flooded as contraction after contraction
spasmed in her pussy.  Molly moaned again as she passed her peak and began
the decline into post-orgasmic bliss.



   When her fingers dug into his back, he fucked into her, his own climax
taking him.  Dan felt Molly go stiff under him as she arched up to meet his
thrusts.  Each stroke of his cock into her pussy seemed almost to be in
slow motion as he felt every sensation completely, intensely.  He felt the
tension in his balls.  One more thrust and it burst.  He groaned as his cum
rushed up and spent itself in Molly.  He thrust deeply as each spasm
planted his seed in her.  A last small tremor and he stopped, buried deeply
in her.



   Dan felt his strength draining and rolled to his side, pulling Molly
with him before it faded completely so he wouldn't crush her.  She was
still lost in her post-orgasmic state and curled her head into his chest,
her fingers stroking his skin.  They lay quietly together caressing each
other's bodies.



   They fell asleep in each other's arms, blissfully happy, fulfilled, and
in love.



   *****



   Dan awoke in a nightmare of noise, a high pitched screaming wail that
sounded inhuman.  He jolted out of sleep staring wildly about.  Marion
stood in the door of the bedroom screeching inhuman sounds.  Molly had
jolted awake, the sheet falling from her.  She was naked to the waist.



   Marion, seeing her daughter naked in bed with her husband, her worst
fears realized, gulped air, unable to scream.  "Oh my God," she said. 
"You...  You..." pointing at Dan.  "You're going to jail, you filthy
pervert," she screeched harshly.



   "Marion..." was all Dan could say.  His world had ended.



   Molly looked back and forth between her parents and realized the time
had come to choose.  Her mother had forced her to choose and she did.  "No,
he's not."



   Marion shook her head as though to clear it from some noise that she
didn't want to hear or simply couldn't believe, "What?"



   "No, he's not," Molly said firmly.



   "But baby," Marion said.



   Molly cut her off, "Go back to that scumbag and suck his cock." She
ended screaming the last word.  Marion fell back against the wall.  "Yes,"
Molly continued.  "I heard it.  It made me sick.  You won't even have sex
with Daddy, your own husband, but you'll suck that scumbag's cock.  I heard
you say it." Molly's words cut Marion like a knife.  She looked to Dan to
see in his eyes that he knew as well.



   "You can't get away with it.  I saw you having sex with your own
daughter," she said gasping.



   Molly crossed her arms over her chest.  "You saw no such thing.  I'll
testify that I was so distraught at my Mother's behavior I couldn't sleep.
I slipped into bed with my Daddy and he didn't know it until you came
screaming into the room."



   "But I know..." Marion said grasping as she felt her reality slipping
away.



   "The only thing you know, Marion, is how to suck another man's cock,"
Dan said feeling a reprieve from Molly's quick defense of him.  "I haven't
had sex in six months, as you well know."



   The world seemed to be spinning.  Marion felt light headed... 
Blackness...



   Molly and Dan bounced out of bed as Marion slumped to the floor.  Dan
felt her pulse, which was regular and strong.  "She's fainted.  Quick, get
cleaned up and dressed." Molly ran off to her bathroom as Dan quickly
washed and dressed.  He brought a cold cloth to Marion and wiped her face.
She roused slowly.



   "Where's Burt?"



   "At his home, probably fucking his other girlfriend or maybe his wife,"
Dan said coldly.



   Marion focused on Dan, "Oh my God.  What happened?"



   "Your daughter overheard you telling your boyfriend that you wanted to
suck his cock," Dan said.



   "You were in bed with your daughter, you pervert."



   "Didn't you hear what she said?  She came to bed because she couldn't
sleep after hearing your confession.  Nothing happened, at least here.  I'd
like to know what happens every night when you are out with Burt."



   Marion shook her head, "Nothing."



   Dan snorted, "It's over, Marion."



   "What's over?" she asked in a panic.



   "The charade, our marriage, your relationship with your daughter.  It's
all over.  You've poisoned them all," Dan said quietly.



   "No...  no, no, no," Marion said.



   Molly came back in at that moment.  Coldly, Molly said, "Yes, Marion,
all over.  It's going to be Daddy and me from now on."



   Dan was startled by the feral look that surged into Marion's face.  He
moved back, as she stood.  "You little slut." She surged towards Molly, her
hands like claws reaching for her.  Molly screamed and ran out of the room.




   Dan jumped after her, catching Marion as she went through the door, the
two of them bouncing into the hallway and falling to the floor.  Marion was
clawing at Dan, tearing long scratches down his face.



   Molly saw the blood and screamed.  She ran into the front room and
dialed 911.  Dan felt the searing pain and pushed the mad woman off him. 
She came on like a berserk witch, cackling and gasping, her nails like
talons seeking blood.



   In self preservation, Dan lashed out, his fist connecting and knocking
Marion to the floor.  Molly screamed and the 911 operator, unable to
understand the hysterical girl and hearing the scream followed by the phone
hitting the floor, called in the closest unit and warned them to hurry. 
They were only blocks away and in seconds were running up the walk.  They
found the door open and rushed in to find a young girl screaming, a woman
shrieking as she clawed at a man on the floor.  Marion in her rage had come
after Dan again and again, until finally he had toppled over a chair. 
Marion had fallen on him shrieking for blood.  The first officer pulled her
off the man, and flung her away.  But in her madness she came at him.  His
partner pulled her Taser and hit the berserk woman with it.  Marion
crumpled to the floor.



   "What the hell is going on?" the cop asked the room.



   "Daddy, daddy," Molly cried as she rushed to Dan, his face covered in
blood.



   Marion was in handcuffs in the back of the cruiser as Dan was cleaned up
by the paramedics.  His wounds were superficial.  He looked worse than it
was, the blood mostly smeared around by Marion's wild attack.



   Molly told the police her tale: her mother had been sleeping with a
neighbor.  She had overheard her mother telling the man, she gulped before
she could continue, about sucking his cock.  She had told her father.  He
had told Marion to leave.  At that, Marion had gone crazy first accusing
Molly of trying to steal her place, then even of sleeping with her own
father.  Molly was sufficiently stunned to convince the cops of the
ludicrous nature of such an accusation.  Then, when Dan had stood firm,
Marion had gone completely insane and attacked her.  Dan had rushed between
Molly and Marion and absorbed her wrath.  Molly had called 911.  The rest
they knew.  It was a hell of a story and of a performance.



   Dan had been listening while being cleaned up.  He confirmed everything
when the police questioned him in a separate room so they had their
independent confirmation.



   The paramedics wanted to take Dan to the hospital, just to be sure.  He
waved them off.  He and Molly watched as Marion, still muttering and
shouting obscene curses, was carted off.



   Molly followed Dan into the house.  "I'm sorry, daddy," Molly said.



   "Why, sweetie?"



   "Because mom found me in your bed," she said.



   "Ah, no, don't think that was your fault.  It would have happened sooner
or later.  I never did stand up to her.  I knew she had this in her.  If it
was anyone's fault, it was your Mother's," he said.



   Dan saw his reflection in the hall mirror.  "Jesus.  I look like the
mummy." His face was covered with various bandages and tape.  He laughed
breaking the mood and Molly joined him.  "How about pizza for dinner," he
said.  "You'll have to answer the door or the delivery guy will run away."



   Molly helped her father into the den.  She went into the kitchen and
returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses.



   "Awfully early in the day for that.  Consolation?" Dan asked.



   "Celebration," Molly answered.



   "Yes, I suppose it is, isn't it?" Dan pondered.



   The two were quiet as they sat looking at each and drinking wine.  Dan
was wondering how he had let his life get so off course and Molly was
happily considering that she had her Daddy all to herself.  There would be
no more sharing with the cheating bitch.  The rest of the day sped by as
each considered what this new arrangement meant.



   Molly fixed dinner, the only thing she knew how to fix, Mac and Cheese
from a box.  To Dan, it tasted delightful.  It was his first really free
meal in years.



   At bedtime, Molly helped Dan get ready and tucked him into bed.  Dan was
inwardly laughing at the role reversal and marveled at how mature his
daughter had become in a few short weeks.



   Molly disappeared but almost immediately returned in her nightgown.  She
crawled in next to Dan.  "I want to sleep here, Daddy."



   "Tonight?" he asked.



   Molly smiled.  "Yes, and then every night.  Especially once you feel
better and want to have sex again.  You still have to show me how to suck
your...  cock, like I promised." Molly saw the sheet over her father's
loins rise as he thought of a blowjob from this lovely young woman.  She
giggled, "Oh, you must be feeling better already," as she swept the sheets
away.



   His cock stood proud and fully erect as Molly bent over him, taking it
in her hand before kissing the tip.  Her tongue circled the head before she
took in into her mouth, laving it with love.  Dan couldn't stop it.  The
passions and emotions had been so raw and powerful over the past hours that
the love and affection pouring from Molly overwhelmed him.  He felt his cum
rising.



   "Oh God, Molly.  I'm going to cum," as the first blast shot up his shaft
and burst into her sucking mouth.  Molly looked surprised as gouts of cum
filled her mouth.  She swallowed again and again as cum mixed with her spit
escaped from her mouth and dribbled down his cock.



   A last shudder and Dan was done.  Molly swallowed the last bit in her
mouth, "Wow."



   Dan fell back drained of all energy from the day and this experience. 
Molly snuggled up.  "I love you, Molly," he said.



   "I love you, Daddy."



   Molly felt his breathing change and she knew that he was asleep.  She
smiled.  She had her daddy.  All was well.  She turned out the lights and
snuggled into bed.



   *****



   Marion was jailed for attacking an officer of the law as well as assault
and battery on Dan and Molly.  She had to sit in jail overnight until her
arraignment since Dan wouldn't post bail and Swenson had no interest in
getting involved with the law.  It was a very long day for Marion.  She
found the locks changed when she tried to return home.



   Her lawyer got Dan to drop the charges in exchange for Marion's
agreement to an uncontested divorce.  Her lawyer pointed out to Marion who
at first wanted to fight and raise the molestation issue, that his little
checking of facts had shown that half the town had seen her and Burt
Swenson together.  The police had completely discounted her molestation
accusation and were convinced she had made it up.  She had no hope.



   When the divorce was final, Molly and Dan ordered pizza and watched a
movie, drinking a nice Chianti.  It was a celebration of their anniversary,
that fateful first time together.  Dan carried Molly into their bedroom,
laying her on the bed before stripping away her clothes.  He looked at his
beautiful young daughter, so perfect.  "Don't say a word," Dan said.



   Molly smiled, knowing he liked his silent daughter.  It was one of their
favorite games.  She rolled over on her side inviting him to lay behind
her, just like that night when it all started.  Once more Molly was silent,
except for the moans of pleasure that she couldn't keep in as her father's
cock slid into her from behind.











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