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[M/F-teen, inc, mast, voy] *** Author's Note: Firstly apologies for being away for so long, life sometimes gets in the way! I Hope you've enjoyed this story, I love to get feedback, so if you think it could be improved anyway, or if you've got a good idea for part 8, drop me a line or follow me on Twitter @HarlequinNights and tweet / message me. *** PART 7 After everything that happened with my daughter, the desire, obsessions and guilt, my nights were often restless. I was now stuck in Limbo, Abby kept me at arm's length, playing games with my mind and body. Teasing me but never letting me have exactly what I wanted; her. I wanted to possess her, please her, tease her, and yes fuck her. However after every encounter, no matter how brief, I felt sordid and dirty. I was cheating on my Wife. Worse still cheating on her with her own daughter. My daughter. To top it all, it was illegal. The risk was beyond stupid. But I was addicted, and like all addictions the risk was never factored in until afterwards, which then made my agony unbearable, until the next time that she bent over or put her finger between those moist lips, sucking gently... The memory even now sends a shiver down my spine and an ache to my loins. Often at night insomnia set in, my mind awash with images, fantasies and fears. More often than not I resorted to masturbation, relieving the ache often dulled the feelings welling up inside me, laying in bed trying not to wake my loving wife as I tried to stifle the cries of pleasure when my cum erupted from my shaft, splattering my stomach in great waves. Afterwards however the feelings came back as I would sneak to the bathroom to wash away the evidence. Sometimes fatigue set in and I would fall into a black sleep, waking just before my alarm rang out. However at times the torment was too great even after my orgasm had spent me, and I would lay awake drifting in and out of fitful dreams and shallow sleep, finally dragging myself from bed, feeling greasy and weary as my alarm blared out. Abby meanwhile seemed to take delicious delight in continuing my agony. She took greater risks, taking pleasure in getting away with it whilst her mother, was in the house. Sometimes in the same room. She took to sending me dirty messages from her phone, her favourite time was at meal time. I always kept my phone handy, being self employed it was important to answer my clients whenever I could. My wife disapproved of messaging at the dinner table, but accepted it as a necessary evil, and had given up scolding her daughter a long time ago. The messages started lightly; "I'm wearing the red ones today..." or "it's so WET today isn't it?" double entendres' or things that could be explained if she needed too. But soon that game became boring and she stepped it up, the filthy language crept in; "If only I had sum1 to fuck me right here & right now over the dinner table", "think about how that pussy would feel wrapped around ur big cock". I'd look over to her and her eyes would be locked on mine, her tongue would flick over her lips, making them moist and inviting. Even that became too boring soon, I finally got a message one day whilst eating at the table, my wife to my right with Abby across from me. My phone vibrated, my wife didn't even look up. "Drop your fork on the floor, reach down and get it," the message said. Hesitantly, I pretended knock my cutlery off the table as I reached for it. My wife tutted and mumbled something about me being clumsy. I looked at her sheepishly as I ducked under the table. I looked for the folk, to see that Abby had pulled it toward her with her foot, it was currently under her bare sole. But I wasn't really looking at that. Abby had her legs spread as wide as her thigh length skirt would allow her, and there before me was what I wanted most in the whole world... my daughters neatly trimmed, bare sex. She was wearing no panties, not a stitch. Abby's hand slowly traced up her thigh, her fingers brushed her labia and clitoris, then suddenly she was parting herself for me with her fingers. I could see her glistening in the half light beneath the table. Time seemed to stop. I could have been under there half an hour or a few seconds. I don't think I was even breathing. "What are you doing down there?!" My wife's voice snapped me from my trance and I jerked up to crack the top of my head on the table above me. Abby giggled as she snapped her legs shut. "I can see it, it's right near me dad," she said for her mother's benefit. With that she ducked under the table reaching for the folk. As she did, she quickly brought her head near mine and planted a fleeting kiss on my lips. The pain in my head receded quickly at the touch of her lips. But before I knew it she was gone again and I struggled out from the table, wiggling myself backward till I could safely stand up. "Silly sod, come here and let me look at that," my wife said laughingly. "You'll live. Now sit down and eat your dinner before it gets cold," she said, swatting me away. They both left the table laughing at me, leaving me to do the dishes. I took some ibuprofen for the pain, there was a tender lump on my head now, but as I took the medicine the image of Abby's naked pussy flashed into my mind and a lump started to form in my trousers. I pushed myself hard against the sink unit to disguise the tell tale bulge and tried to concentrate on the job at hand. The rest of the evening passed reasonably uneventfully, Abby was busy in her room, talking to her friends I imagine, but no more messages arrived. As I got ready for bed that night I took some more medicine to take the edge of my headache, and for once I seemed to drift off to sleep easily. Vivid images of my daughter quickly invaded my sleep again, I began to have random dreams, I only remember fleeting glimpses; I was at work and one of my clients suddenly turned into Abby, hitching her skirt up and offering herself to me. Next It was my wedding day, but instead of my wife I was marrying Abby. I must have started to hump the bed as the dreams became very vivid, I had bent her over and I was fucking her from behind, the wedding dress hitched up (which isn't far from what actually happened on our wedding night!). I began to come around as I tried to turn over in bed to get more comfortable and at first I couldn't understand why I was having difficulty turning my lower body. It was like it was being held. Actually my legs felt free, but my penis... My eyes snapped open, a hand was wrapped around my shaft. Not my hand. Not my wife hand, she was sleeping soundly beside me. Another hand clamped over my mouth and I heard a hushed shushing noise. I looked over, eyes wide. Abby knelt next to the bed. One hand over my mouth and the other curled around my throbbing shaft. She squeezed and my eyes closed involuntarily as I took a deep breath in. She took her hand from my mouth and slowly drew her palm upward toward the head of my cock. Pre-cum leaked over her fingers. A shudder whipped through me and I grasped her wrist. "What the hell are you doing?!" I hissed. Her reply was to squeeze my cock hard beneath the tip and whispered back, "What does it look like?" I took a sharp breath in, the feeling was indescribable, this was the first time in many weeks she'd actually touched me, and it was like an electric current surging through me. "But your mother..." I answered weakly, indicating my wife's sleeping form as Abby's hand began to jack my shaft. "Do you want me to stop?" she said in a low whisper. I couldn't think straight. This was way too much of a risk, but it was the best feeling I'd ever had. My breathing was erratic and my hips jerked involuntarily up to meet the strokes of her hand. I wasn't going to last long, and she knew it. "Shall I stop then?" she whispered. I stifled a small groan. Her hand pumped me faster, gliding along the smooth skin of my pole and over the engorged slippery head, a small smacking sound reaching our ears in the deafening silence of the bedroom. "Daddy, I really want to watch you fuck mummy" she whispered close to my ear. She must have known it would drive me close to the edge, and as she pulled her hand to the base of my shaft my whole body went rigid, and I sucked in a huge breath, holding it in. Her hand never missed a beat, and blurred in its haste to claim it's pearly reward. Sensing my orgasm, she quickly leaned over and planted her lips on mine muffling any cries that I might make. She wasn't disappointed as I erupted like a volcano, despite frequent masturbation, I came and came, my scolding cum spraying in the air to land moments later on me, Abby and the sheets around us. After the initial eruption I cascaded more and more over her fingers. It ran and dripped down my shaft. Abby's hand continued to massage my still jerking cock, massaging it into the skin, my tip so sensitive I couldn't bear for it to be touched. Finally and with one large jerk she squeezed the last pearly drops from me. She took her lips from mine and brought her hand to her face, inspecting the mess in the gloom of the bedroom. Her hand was quite literally covered. I never knew I could cum so much. She turned her hand this way and that as I watch through half closed eyes, panting on the bed, sweat pooling under my back and buttocks to soak into the sheet beneath me. Abby raised her hand to her mouth and looked me directly in the eye, she stared at me whilst she began to suck and lick her hand clean. I was mesmerised. My breath caught in my throat as I watched possibly the most erotic scene of my life. Soon she was satisfied she had cleaned herself, she leaned over me and kissed me again. My mouth opened in surprise and her tongue darted in. With it came a large quantity of my cum. I was passed caring and greedily sucked her tongue, cum and all as I tasted myself, allowing myself to swallow it all. She raised up and stealthily left the room, not looking back even once. It could have been a dream if it were not for the taste of cum in my mouth. I remember thinking that I should get up and wash, but I made the mistake of closing my eyes and the next thing I knew I was awoken by my wife's hand around my now half hard mast. "next time you're all pent up, save it for me you dirty bastard," she said in a low voice, as she idly played with my cock. "I suppose I'll have to wait for later then?" she said sighing as she released me and sliding out of bed. "don't bothering changing the sheets just yet..." she said, winking at me over her shoulder as she headed for the bathroom. I had been too dumbstruck to actually say anything and I sprang out of bed looking down at myself in horror. Dried cum shined all over my torso whilst my pubic hair was matted and stiff, my semi erect member swayed as I hurried to the bathroom to clean up. By the time I was finished and clean (after a good scrub), I headed down stairs. My wife was there preparing some breakfast. Abby was also there, looking smug, but gave me a bright smile as my wife laid a fresh cup of steaming tea in front of me. Abby sprang up and headed for the fridge, opening the door and leaning in, the short shorts she wore rode up her perfect ass to frame her buttocks to perfection. She made a show of looking for something before calling out, "Dad have you got any cream left?" I nearly spat my tea out across the table, instead managing to choke it down. "You know I'm sure you had some thick cream last night" Abby continued. "What on earth do you want cream for at breakfast Abby?!" my wife said surprise lacing her voice, but thankfully not picking up the double entendre within the comments. "Oh it just looked tasty and I've had a real craving for cream since last night" she said whilst licking her lips "Dear god, you're not pregnant are you Abby?!" my wife said, only half mockingly. "No mum, the only man in my life right now is Daddy," Abby said, laughing at the idea of pregnancy. With that comment she sauntered over to me and sat directly on my lap, throwing her arms around my neck and planting a big wet kiss on my cheek. My wife smiled at the sudden affection Abby was showing dear old Dad. What she couldn't see was my erection threatening to burst my trousers and Abby's tight ass wiggle down until my member was snuggled against her barely covered pussy. My wife snorted a laugh then said "get off your father Abby, you're not as small as you were, you'll crush him, he looks uncomfortable!" Little did she know it wasn't Abby's weight that was making me uncomfortable. However Abby sprang to her feet, my erection plain to see for anyone who cared to look, but at that point Abby stood facing her mother hands on hips a mock serious expression on her face. "Mum! Are you calling me fat?!" With that, she pulled her camisole top up exposing her bare midriff , the bottom of her breasts were so nearly visible. "You should be with all the crap you eat dear, but life is unfair and you inherited your fathers metabolism so you're as skinny as a rake" retorted my wife, throwing a tea towel at her for good measure. "Right I'm leaving for work in 15 minutes, if you want a lift this morning Abby you need to get a wiggle on" my wife said as she strode out of the kitchen. In reply Abby bent at the waist slightly, hands on hips and stuck her tongue out wiggling her delicious arse only inches from my face. "I know what you're doing!" a more distant reply came from my wife as she walked up the stairs to brush her teeth. I tried not to stare at Abby's ass, but it was so damn inviting... Abby meanwhile suddenly whipped her head to look at me then back at the stairs. A slow grin crept over her face. Before I knew it, Abby had bent over the table and whipped her shorts down to her knees. I stared in shock at the suddenness of the movement, and was startled to see her perfect pussy staring back at me framed by her taught ass cheeks. "Get licking..." Abby hissed to me. I froze. Indecision wracking me. I wanted to taste her so badly, but my wife would be down any minute. "NOW!!!" Abby hissed forcefully. I immediately brought my face forward, obeying her command and eagerly buried my face in her sex. The first taste of her sent my brain into overload and I grabbed her ass with both hands pulling her as far apart as I could whilst my tongue searched for the honey within. Abby was wet in no time and forcefully ground her pussy back into my face. Her hand appeared between her legs and she pressed down on her own clit making small circles over the nub. I pulled her to me further and tried to penetrate her deeply with my tongue. Her hand rubbed more frantically as I began to drink her juices until suddenly she stiffened, hung her head and pushed back against my face hard. A torrent of her nectar flowed into my mouth as she jerked on my tongue and clamped her legs tightly over her hand, a strangled groan escaped her as her orgasm reached its zenith. "Are you going to get ready or not?!" a shout came from the top of the stairs. We both sprang apart, Abby stood quickly and yanked her shorts back up, and glanced over her shoulder at me, her face was flushed but her eyes were sparkling as she dazzled me with a smile so perfect I felt my heart skip a beat. Abby hustled from the kitchen, as she did I could see the very tops of her thighs glistening in the morning sunlight. *** Later that same day Abby sent me message; "I meant what I said last night..." I searched my memory, and replayed the events of the previous night in my head until understanding dawned on me. A cold shiver ran down my spine and dread crept over me, grasping my heart like an icy hand. She couldn't be serious, could she?! To be continued? -------------------------------------------------------- This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider seeking professional help. -------------------------------------------------------- Kristen's collection - Directory 73