The Best Father's Day Ever

With Mom out of town, a daughter confesses her greatest
fear to her Dad. (M/F-teen, inc, 1st)

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Pulling into the drive following my Saturday morning
golf, I was again required to pull around my daughters
boyfriends car. Granted, I had finished a bit early,
but my untimely return still should have had little to
do with his complying of my request to park on the
street so my parking area was always available.

On more than one occasion he has been confronted with
that issue, and on more than one occasion he has failed
to comply. I have a very low tolerance threshold for
idiots and assholes, of which he is more than
qualified. My patience was growing ever thinner. I had
concluded that he was as obtuse as a garden slug and
was ready for Mason to add him to her rather long list
of ex-boyfriends. I wanted my parking space back.
Besides, as beautiful as Mason is she surely can find
someone that isnt as thickheaded.

With Virginia at the hospital with her father, Mason
and I were on our own. Mr. Arnolds health was
requiring more and more of his only daughters time.
Had his illness occurred earlier, it would have placed
a hardship on all of us, but with Mason now being
seventeen, Virginia felt free to make the 5 hour drive
whenever she was needed. With her mother already
deceased and her fathers health continuing to decline,
her trips were becoming more frequent. I could tell she
had been gone for nearly three weeks, as I was getting
more than just a little randy.

Entering the kitchen, I tossed my keys on the counter
then opened the frig for a bottle of water. I was
certainly in need of a shower but decided to use the
one just off the entryway from the garage rather than
track upstairs. At least this way my sweaty clothes
would already be near the laundry room.

Before taking my shower I walked to the bottom of the
stairs and yelled up to Mason to let her know I had
returned.

"Mason, Im home! When I finish my shower, well get a
bite to eat... maybe at Rustivos." I intentionally
excluded Todd hopeful he would get the not so subtle
implication that he was not invited.

I must have caught them off guard for I heard Todd say,
"Its your dad! Hes home early!" That was followed by
a lot of rushed movement.

I didnt like what I heard, and my first inclination
was to dart up the stairs and burst into Masons room.
But she is seventeen, and for several years Virginia
and I have given her quite a bit of space.

Two years earlier Virginia had surmised that it would
only be a matter of time before Mason would be sexually
active, so she put her on the pill. We had discussed
it, but I still wasnt comfortable. The thought of some
teenage boy humping away between the legs of my
beautiful daughter created an unpleasant image. But
where I am more provincial, Virginia is more practical.

Mason was a daddys girl. From the time she was born up
until now, she was a cuddler. Whether it was running
across the living room floor in her shorty jamas or
running across the patio deck shivering from too long
in the pool, she always headed for my lap. And though
shes seventeen, nothing has changed. When she curls up
on my lap now however, shes a much bigger bundle to
hold tall like Virginia but without the weight.

Its certainly much different holding a young woman in
a micro-bikini than it is a six year old, even if she
is my daughter. Theres just no comfortable place to
put your hands. But that was not a great worry anyway.
I had patted and rubbed her legs and bottom so often
she was probably as comfortable with my hands on her as
she was her own. If I am moved by her charms though, I
probably shouldnt be surprised that Todd couldnt
resist her either. But I didnt have to like it.

Following my not so subtle proclamation that I was
home, I went to shower. Disrobing I placed my sweaty
clothes with the dirty laundry, set the shower water
temp and stepped in. The hot water felt good.

Stepping out of the shower it dawned on me that I was
in one area of the house and my clean boxers were in
the other. Virginia had an old bathrobe hanging on the
door. It was much too small and I knew I looked quite
comical, but it would do in the pinch. I was only going
upstairs anyway.

Climbing the few stairs of our split-level home, I
proceeded down the hallway toward the bedroom. Passing
Masons room, the door was slightly ajar so I thought I
would peek in. Comical or not, covered or not, I needed
to satisfy my curiosity as to whether Todd was still
here. He wasnt so life for me got instantly better.

Mason obviously had also decided to take a shower for
she was sitting cross-legged on her bed toweling her
hair dry. Her robe was tied at the waist but the arm
action of drying her hair had opened her robe revealing
her entire left thigh and pubic region. Her pubic hair
was dark and thick. She was the image of her mother,
except her breasts were slightly larger. She may be my
daughter, but she is beautiful - simply beautiful.

Realizing I had been staring, I turned my eyes away but
the image had already been seared in my mind.

Looking up she noticed my head sticking through the
door. She grinned and after a couple more flips with
the towel, tossed in onto the floor. Adjusting her robe
she said, "Come in, dad...hes gone...I know thats
what youre wondering."

Her insight was correct. I did respond but not to her
remark about Todd.

"Well, I look kind of silly in your mothers old robe,
sweetheart. The arms are too short, the length is too
short and it doesnt go around me very well... Ill
slip on my robe and be right back."

I intentionally omitted the info that underneath the
robe I was as naked as she was.

"I dont care about that dad... I want... I need to
talk to you."

There was something solemn and urgent in her voice that
pleaded for my attention. Ive never been able to deny
Mason anything, and I certainly wasnt going to begin
at a time I felt she was asking for my attention. So,
helpless and smitten by my own daughter, I walked in
and sat down on her bed keeping one foot on the floor.

Looking at her again I marveled at what a beautiful
young woman she had become. I couldnt help but think
how breathtaking she would be when she finally hit her
thirties her prime. By then she would be toned,
experienced and confident. To ease down in her valley
then would be heaven on earth for some man.

Though only seventeen, her 58" frame was well shaped.
Her 34-C bust looked larger because of her small waist.
In several years, she would probably fill out to a D
cup. Even though Im her dad, I still can appreciate
her wide hips and well rounded behind. When she was
younger she would turn that sweet behind to me and with
those mischievous brown flirting eyes say, "See my
round butt, dad?"

I always responded, "You can thank your mother for
that, sweetheart."

Virginias best features were her thighs and butt; at
least thats my opinion. She always complained that her
39" hips were too big. But to me they were just mouth-
watering. I could imagine Mason looking similar to her
mother in a few years.

Though lost in thought for a few moments, Masons voice
brought me back to real time.

"Dad, I have kind of a... a personal problem."

There was uncertainty in her voice so I remained silent
choosing not to interrupt.

"Ive thought about discussing it with mom, but I just
cant bring myself to do it. There are times shes
open, but there are other times when she can be so
closed-minded and judgmental. You and I have always had
something special, so Ive decided to talk to you. But
please dont condemn me until you try to understand
what Im saying."

I wasnt sure where this was going so I was careful to
remain stoic. I just hoped I wasnt about to hear that
she was pregnant. While that wouldnt be the end of the
world, it would be another reason to dislike Todd. It
would mean that he was parking his hot rod in the two
places that I treasured the most my driveway and my
daughter.

"OK," I said, "whats troubling you? I promise to keep
an open mind and not react until youre finished. I'll
give you that. But... if I do that will you do
something for me?"

Somewhat cautious she said, "Whats that?"

"I need for you to listen to any fatherly guidance I
might offer. Now Mason, I didnt say you had to obey,
just listen."

With that remark I was pretty satisfied that no matter
what Mason shared I had myself covered.

"OK, I agree," she said.

There was a short pause then Mason took a breath.

"Dad, as you probably already know, Todd and I have
been having sex for awhile. And during the entire
time... ah... Ive...ah..."

Mason was really struggling to say whatever it was that
was troubling her, but I continued to exercise
patience. Then suddenly it was out.

"...Ive never had an orgasm... never... ever."

I could sense her relief that she had finally said it.
She seemed to be braced for the tirade she presumed
would follow. I was numb; this certainly wasnt what I
expected to hear. I felt like I was experiencing an
earthquake, but I remained quiet and expressionless
still silent.

"My friends talk about them, but nothing happens for
me. Ive tried rubbing myself, but it still doesnt
happen. It feels like I come close, but I just cant
get there."

The more in-depth and open she became with her
confession, the more I sensed her fright. Rather than
just listen to her words, I began to notice other
things. Her hands nervously handled the sash that
secured her robe, and she shifted from one hip to the
other. I could see the tears pooling in her eyes and
her lower lip had a slight quiver.

This was my daughter and she was having some doubts
about her own sexuality as a woman. This was serious
stuff for her, and it better be for me!

"You probably dont realize this, but sometimes you and
mom dont completely close the door to your room and I
can hear mom groaning and gasping and sometimes
screaming all the way in my room. Nothing like that has
ever happened to me...and Im afraid it wont, ever."

Her voice was quivering now, "Dad, Im scared something
is wrong with me. Maybe Im not normal."

Her last sentence broke my heart. Now not only was she
crying, but I was crying too.

"Maybe I need to see a doctor."

Before I responded I took a moment to gather my
thoughts and regain my composure. This fear went to the
core of what she believed about herself as a young
woman. For her to believe she was in someway sexually
incomplete was dreadful. No young woman should have to
carry this kind of worry alone especially my
daughter! Oh, how I wish Virginia was here.

Taking a breath, I began.

"Mason, while I had no definitive proof that you were
sexually active, I was aware that you were on the pill.
Your mother and I had that discussion long ago and felt
it was best. We understand the pressures you are under,
but honey, also realize that we were not condoning your
becoming sexually active. It is simply that we are
realists... and... we were young once too."

Mason was listening - so far, so good. But I decided to
query a little deeper.

"Sweetheart, I know this may be uncomfortable for you,
but during the times you have sex with Todd, is there
any discomfort or pain? Do you hurt?"

At this point our conversation seemed sterile, even
clinical, so Mason replied, "I did the first two or
three time we had sex, dad, but since then it doesnt
hurt at all."

Awkwardly then she said, "It feels OK, but when it
starts to feel kind of good, its over. Todd is
finished so I guess I should be too."

I had wondered whether there might be some physical
problem with Mason, but her answer was more than eye
opening.

"Mason, do you and Todd spend very much time kissing
and touching before you have sex? Does he spend much
time caressing you? Now dont answer me just yet, just
listen to me and think about what Im saying."

"Does he spend much time kissing your neck and breasts?
Moving his lips from one side of your neck to the
other? When you're lying on your stomach, does he ever
rub your arms and shoulders and back with his
fingertips? Ever kiss and slowly nibble the small of
your back? Ever gently bite the sides and back of your
neck or let his tongue trail from the base of your neck
down your spine all the way to your bottom?"

Her words came back in rapid fire. "No, no dad, he
never does anything like that?"

"Does he ever start at the back of your knees with his
lips and tongue and let his mouth search all the way up
your legs till her reaches you know where? Do you ever
ease your legs apart and let him lower his face to you
so he can just inhale your sweetness?"

Mason was now visibly stirred and I could see from her
expression and heavy breathing that he hadnt. I had
wanted to paint some very sensual mental images for her
to process. I wanted her to realize that a person could
be intensely sexually aroused without ever being
physically touched. That is so important in sex; and I
had succeeded. I couldnt prove it, but I knew Mason
was swelling and getting wet. Or as women would say,
"She was getting a wide-on!"

Looking inside her robe it was easy to see that my
sensual images had an effect on Masons nipples. Even
at seventeen, they were as large as Virginias, and her
golden brown aureole was larger than a silver dollar.
She had her mothers nipples. She noticed me looking
but left her robe open.

The dilemma for the artist in painting mental images is
that the artist gets caught up in them too. I was hard
and completely unsuccessful in hiding it from Mason.
But I continued.

"There, see what I mean about taking time to set up for
your love making? Even language itself can be very
erotic and stimulating. Sweetheart, I dont think there
is anything wrong with you except that your partner is
a very shallow, self-centered and inexperienced young
boy."

Sensing I had gone about as far as I dared and looking
for a logical way to escape, I noticed large crocodile
tears trickling down Mason's cheeks and dripping onto
her legs.

"This is where I get with Todd and then its all over.
Please dont stop. Are you going to leave me like this
too, dad?"

I should, but I couldn't. At least that's what I told
myself.

Mason then moved to her knees and came to me. Her robe
was open but she made no effort to be modest. Now I was
the one that was frightened as I realized what she
wanted, she intended to get.

What a sight she was! On her knees with her legs
parted. Pubic hair dark, thick and moist. Breasts
jutting out, firm, her swollen reddish-brown nipples
protruding against a golden brown aureole backdrop.
They were begging to be sucked.

Pleading with me she said, "Daddy, I really need to
know."

If this had happened in stages, maybe I could have
denied my own desires, even fended her off maybe -
but that was not the way she approached me. It was one
smooth sultry move. As her lips softly found mine, I
closed my eyes and kissed her back, all the while
feeling her hand opening Virginias old robe.

Without the least hesitation her hand touched my
stomach then slid down and encircled my dick softly,
up and down and all around she rubbed. Never jerky or
unsure, she was gauging me, measuring me, becoming
familiar with the cock for which she had plans.

Gasping, "Oh, wow! Youve got a big one! No wonder mom
squeals."

Her hand continued to softly move over my cock. It was
as if she was trying to fuck me with her hand. From my
hair to my balls then back to my dick, again and again,
she never missed a spot of my crotch. Hers were the
actions of a young woman intrigued by the shape and
size of a mans cock. She was learning and loving it.

I knew I should pull her hand away, to remind us both
how inappropriate our behavior had become then exit her
room, but no longer was the head above my shoulders in
control. She had me more than hard; I was inflamed and
feverish.

Feverishly working my dick she said lustily, "This is
what I want...and I want it like mother gets it!"
Actually it came more as a demand than a request.

"Daddy, if there is nothing wrong with me, I want to
know it...I need to know it."

There was that damn pleading in her voice again. Just
when I was about ready to offer some half-baked pitiful
excuse and flee the room, she would remind me of her
need to know.

"Please, please daddy... make love to me... this is
what I want... need... like you do mom."

Then she came with the cheap shots.

"Ive moved and twisted on your lap, on purpose. I knew
when you were hard. It felt good to me, too thats
why I wiggled and opened my legs, so you could rub me.
You never did, but I knew you always wanted to. Well,
you can now...Im not a little girl anymore."

I should have gone no further but the combination of
her tears, broken voice and young willing body opened
the road to her moist tender valley.

"Will you hate me for this later, sweetheart?"

"Never dad. How could I ever hate someone that loves me
as much as you do? Youve met every need Ive ever had,
and this is just one more. Its just that its
different. Besides, its not just that I want this; I
need this."

No longer resisting, I leaned her back on the bed and
opened her robe. Her knees were up but only for a
moment as she willingly let them fall apart. She was
offering me her most precious treasure and without
shame. Looking down to her hips it was easy to see she
was slick with desire. She glistened like a meadow on a
frosty morning.

My desire was to slowly lower my lips and taste her
to not rush at her with youthful exuberance, but savor
and suck her like a fine wine. But I intentionally
delayed; there would be time for that later; I would
get to her pussy shortly. This was not about ravaging a
pussy; it was about making love to the whole woman
body, soul and spirit.

Now removing Virginias old robe completely, I felt
divested of any connection with her, except for an
occasional thought that invaded my mind. But even those
could not prevail. The sight of Mason lying naked
before me like a flower in full bloom crowded out all
other thoughts.

Though I had yet to enter her, she nevertheless had
consumed me. The stare of her deep brown eyes enslaved
me and I was lost in her. She never realized it, but
had she simply said, Fuck me, I would have been
powerless to refuse. I was glad she had no way of
knowing how weak I was at the moment. She, like other
women, would eventually learn that men are powerless to
resist. I was on automatic.

Straddling her right thigh, I leaned down and slowly
kissed her lips again and again and again long,
lingering, smoldering kisses. I listened to her
breathing and monitored her body language. Her
breathing continued to become short, raspy and labored.
Desire now controlling her, she reached for me in an
attempt to pull me down to her.

The father-daughter relationship was no more; our basic
instincts now dominated our behavior. She wanted to be
fucked and I needed to fuck her. It is absolutely true:
"Desire is a powerful aphrodisiac." And we were both
strongly under its influence.

I ravished her neck, first one side then the other with
open mouth kisses, allowing my tongue to caress her
skin with each kiss. I knew it was just a matter of
time before her hand sought out my cock, and now she
had it in hand. Lifting her head she wanted to gaze
upon the rigid shaft while she worked it back and
forth. Her grip was strong and firm, indicating her
need.

Desire was fast becoming a craving and she began to
move, twist and align her body further underneath me.
Kissing my stomach then my navel, she was working her
way down my body toward my hard cock. I knew what she
wanted. Still on my hands and knees I leaned forward
bringing my dick up so she could sample the love sauce,
which was already leaking from the inflamed head.

She wasted no time and engulfed it with her lips and
mouth. It was as if she was hungry and in a rush
needy and starving. Not yet well practiced in the art
of oral sex, her teeth were sharp and she was not too
careful. But I understood. At this juncture in her
life, this was not about pleasing her lover; it was
about pleasing herself. So I gritted my teeth and
allowed her youthful enthusiasm to chew. Oh, the things
a father will do for his daughter.

Mason was moaning and grunting and slurping totally
consumed in the joy of cocksucking. But things couldnt
be allowed to continue for a long period of time, no
matter how enjoyable they were for Mason. My cock was
beginning to feel like it was in a garbage disposal.
Virginia could give head and make it feel like I was
fucking a cloud. Someday Mason would have that
capability, but not today. Had it been more
pleasurable, I probably would have given her a full
load. Her mouth was eager, but so is a shark.

As disappointed as she was, I couldnt allow her any
more practice time, so I withdrew from her even though
she attempted to lock her arms around my waist in
protest. Sometimes even the most loving father must put
his foot down.

Despite the soreness, watching Mason so hungrily nurse
my cock had been quite stimulating. Looking down at her
now, naked, wanton and ready for anything I could
bring, I was ready to become more aggressive. The line
of forbidden incest was now eradicated. Lying before me
a young woman ripe for the taking. I wanted to get my
head down between her legs and eat her.

Eventually I would fuck her like she needed to be
fucked hard. That was Todds failure. As a youngster
he hadnt yet learned that when a woman gets in high
heat she wants a hard, bone-rattling, pussy-slamming
fuckin. Was she a screamer like her mother? I
wondered.

I slid down between her legs and aggressively opened my
mouth over her pussy. She was wet and ready, and I had
a hunger that gnawed to be satisfied. I could feel the
swollen nub that is the beginning of her clit's hood.
Her pubic hair was thick but soft against my lips.
Little did she realize how erotic I found her rich full
bush. And her scent was intoxicating!

My sucking was aggressive, lusty and nasty. I knew she
needed to feel the suction of my mouth on her in a
forceful way. She responded like I thought she would
in long audible gasps and groans arching her hips.

Mason had tried to devour my cock and I knew she needed
that kind of reciprocal sexual response. Her hips were
gyrating and humping against my face. There was no let-
up in her. She was demanding and in full fuck mode a
young woman being allowed to discover the depth of her
sexuality while being guided by an older more
experienced man.

She trusted me, her father, to take her where she
needed to go; I had no intentions of failing her. At
seventeen she was already awesome, and I dared not
think of her full powers that would develop over the
next fifteen years. Heaven help the man that would
overestimate his own abilities and try to ride her!

Lifting my head from between her legs for a moment, I
looked at the banquet of womanhood that was proudly on
display before me. Only her mother provided me with
such an intoxicating sight.

The hood of her clit was swollen and like the curtain
of a Broadway stage play was parted to reveal the small
pink princess on her throne proud and commanding
respect. The outer lips of her pussy were swollen and
flowered outward as an invitation to would-be suitors.
And the inner lips were also puffy. They were like
Sentinels guarding the door to the Queens chamber. A
man might enter but he will first have to negotiate his
way past the guards. Here, less than 4 inches from my
face, was the 9th wonder of the world.

I am totally mystified why so few men fail to take the
time to appreciate the heavenly sight that flowers
between a womans legs when she is in high heat.
Without question it is the sight that has caused many a
grown man to weep. I leaned forward and as lovingly and
reverently as I knew how, I kissed the sweet, sweet
pussy of my dear Mason.

In a soft tone I whispered up to her, "Mason... trust
me now... let yourself go... don't hold back... I wont
fail you sweetheart... turn your pussy loose and fuck
me."

Mason was not the only one that was being controlled by
sexual craving. My balls were screaming at my brain:
"Hey, we gotta have some relief down here! Lets make a
fuckin decision and quick!"

Like an addict, I too was consumed with the craze to
fuck, but the boys would have to wait. I would get to
them, but the pussy took precedence so I plunged my
tongue into her again. Pressing in on her valley,
liquid love like molasses oozed from her and escaped my
mouth and lips. Quickly I fashioned a ladle with my
tongue and furiously scooped her hot froth refusing
to allow even one drop of her liquid musk to be wasted.

Moving over her entire pelvis and thighs, my foraging
was becoming more frantic and hungry. I couldnt get
enough of her fast enough. With each trip around her
entrance to heaven, I flattened my tongue and dragged
it across the hood of her clit. Keeping my tongue flat,
I feverishly tongued her - up and down, forcefully,
again and again on her clit.

Like a teakettle on an old stove, Mason was beginning
to boil. I knew it would not be long before she
collapsed and tumbled over the precipice into a dark
abyss of orgasm, where only a woman can go.

There was no stopping it now. Mason was gasping, a
steady stream of moans and cries escaped from her
mouth. Her hips rocked; her shoulders rocked; her back
arched and her head moved side to side. Her moans were
now emanating from somewhere deep within her. In my
delirium, I licked down her and across her ass. She
exploded!

Like a tsunami, her orgasm was swelling and on the
move. Again I dipped my tongue into her love channel
and pushed as far as it would go, then moving to the
inner walls, I licked feverishly. Her taste was even
sweeter than Virginia.

Masons hands now gripped the sheets so forcefully that
her knuckles turned white. Her eyes were closed tightly
and her heels dug into the bed in search of more
traction and leverage as she powered her hips upward
smashing her pelvis hard into my mouth.

The pace of her upward thrusts increased as I gobbled
my way from her soupy caldron up to her clit, latched
on to it with my lips then sucked like a newborn on a
nipple. She was there! Arching violently upward with
such force that both of us were lifted from the bed.

Screaming, "Daddy! Daddy!" she went rigid hips and
back still elevated above the bed.

It was her first orgasm and was so severe it registered
as a category M-9 on the Richter Scale: "great
earthquake, great destruction and loss of life."

For the longest time it seemed she didnt move she
couldnt verbalize - her repeated gasps and groans were
the only audible sounds. When finally she did move, it
was to allow her hips to relax and slip back onto the
bed.

Her body continued to shake and convulse every few
seconds her hips again would involuntarily hump and
thrust. Her thighs were still very tense and continued
like a vise to squeeze in on my head. She was delirious
and in ecstasy - a flat line on the EEG a quivering
orgasmic mass of pussy.

I thought she would cool, but she didnt. Her orgasm
went on and her pussy remained clamped like a vise. Her
eyes were still glassy and her body still had not
relaxed. Her gasps and moans were coming in waves. I
couldnt believe the power of her orgasm. There was no
doubt now, she was her mothers daughter. If anything
happened to her I was sure going to have a tough time
explaining it to Virginia.

Finally able to lift my head a bit, I gulped down
several much needed breaths of air. But it was futile
to think I was going anywhere. Masons fingers were
securely entangled in the hair of my head and continued
to hold me in place. I was nothing but her servant now.

With a fresh breath of air, I again powered my mouth to
her lava flow. This time I manipulated her tiny
princess with circles and flicking of my tongue. Mason
again began to thrash about - moaning and tossing her
head. It was incredible how she could keep her twisting
thighs splayed wide and yet fuck my face with such
abandoned heat.

Where could she find such energy? I was near exhaustion
just trying to hang on. It was clear that another wave
of passion was about to wash over her to overwhelm
her in delirium. As she rode it out I hoped and prayed
I didnt suffocate in the process. And speaking of
difficult explanations that would sure be a tough one.
I could hear Virginia, "Mason, now explain to me again
just exactly how it was that your fathers head came to
be between your legs."

Again she broke the silence sounding so much like her
mother.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! I cant stop cumming!"

And with that said, she again arched her back and
slammed her pussy full force into my face. And it was
deja vu screaming, she went rigid.

It was then that I realized that Mason, like her
mother, is one of those fortunate women that are multi-
orgasmic. If she could stand it, I could bring her wave
after wave after wave of pure passion.

Looking at my daughter under the influence of her own
sexual heat, I knew she was powerless at this point.
Looking at me her eyes were open but hollow; there was
no indication of any brain wave activity. She was
consumed by her own sexual hunger and need. Though
sweet and precious to me, here was my own daughter
greedy to fuck anything or anybody that crawled up
between her legs. But at least for now, she was being
satisfied and her question was being answered.

The reality of it all was beginning to surface in my
head the one that sits atop my shoulders. It was no
longer necessary for me to fuck her. I had more than
proven that her doubts and fears were unfounded. She
had been to the edge of the universe and peaked over.

I lifted my head and let it rest on her stomach as both
she and I began to step back from the heat of our
sexual passion. Her hair was wet and her body glistened
with perspiration. I was worn out too. Even the sheets
covering the bed were wet.

With my breathing somewhat slowed, I opened my mouth
and bit her hairy mound, then kissed the same spot.
Gently easing down to her pussy again, I softly kissed
her still swollen lips; then her thighs; then back to
her pussy again.

But these kisses were not sexually aggressive; they
were the kisses of afterglow. We were exhausted. These
were kisses of appreciation of thankfulness that I
had been allowed to be part of something so wonderful.
It was nothing short of watching a girl become a woman.

For about 10 minutes nothing was said. Then...

"Mason?"

"Yes, daddy."

"Are you alright?"

Softly crying now, she scooted down and hugged my neck.
"Ive never been so happy in all my life. I didnt know
it could be like this. At least now I know why mom
screams."

I chuckled.

"Are you satisfied now that there is nothing wrong with
you?"

"Yes, daddy. Im fine... the problem is Todd."

"Well, maybe you need to let Todd find someone else."

Now it was her turn to laugh.

"Oh, I realized Todd didnt know what he was doing even
before my first orgasm."

I didnt say anything else; it wasnt necessary.

Scooting up in the bed I propped the pillow behind my
neck. Mason crawled over me, straddled me with a leg on
each side and lay down.

The last thing I remember before we fell asleep was
softly rubbing her shoulders, back and butt. My hard
dick was nestled up against her moist maple valley, but
neither of us felt any urgent need to do anything about
it. When I kissed her cheek she was already asleep.

"What a Fathers Day!" I thought. Mason didnt realize
it but she gave me the best present ever. I got my
driveway back!

When Virginia gets back Im going to fuck her brains
out!

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The following morning at breakfast Mason and I had a
long talk. I reassured her of my love and respect, but
also informed her that her unusual worry, coming at a
critical time in her life, had been the precipitating
factor for the events of the past evening. And even
though we both would be tempted, there would be no
repeat.

Though Mason is the younger version, my desire is still
for her mother. I would never tell Mason, but she cant
compete with her mother not in fucking not yet,
anyway. Virginia has a million dollar pussy and the
experience to use it.

Mason at first protested, but then respected my
decision. She was acutely aware of how much I loved her
mother.

Mason is special in many wonderful ways and some day
the perfect young man will come along who will
appreciate her uniqueness; and I told her so.
Hopefully, she will come to understand that she has
some fantastic sex to give some young man, but there
should be no more easy cheap samples.

I pleaded with her not to give her charms to just
anyone she was too special. To my surprise and now
feeling she had nothing to prove, Mason ceased to be
sexually active.

Two years later while in her second year of college,
Mason met and married a wonderful young man that
Virginia and I both love. And when they visit he
doesnt park in my spot.

But Masons last comments on that fateful breakfast
morning still haunt me.

"Dad, I respect your decision... I dont like it, but I
accept it. BUT... YOU STILL OWE ME A FUCK!"

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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