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Mike wasn't sure if it really happened last night. He thought it did, but he wasn't sure. He had been drinking pretty much all night and he was really into it with Lisa. Then when she was sucking him off and he blew his load..... Could it have been possible that Amy was really watching? Did he really see her or was it a combination of alcohol and fantasy? He wasn't sure, but he needed to know. It was Saturday morning, and as usual Lisa was up and gone for most of the day by the time Mike awoke. He did seem to remember something about a blow job around 8:30 that never actually was finished and a kiss on the cheek with a wisper in the ear saying, "I'll finish what I started later..." She was always up early on Saturdays and never home before 3 or 4 in the afternoon. First she would go to the Health Spa to keep that nice tight ass of hers which I spoke of earlier; nice and tight. Then she would get her nails done and go shopping with one of her girl friends. Mike liked it because he got a little time alone or to spend with Amy and Kelly (Amy's 13 year old sister) and basicaly just to kick back from the weekly grind. Today may be different though. There was a note on the table from Lisa saying that she had taken Kelly with her to drop her off at a friend's house where she would be spending most of the day. Also in the note Lisa said that she may be latertoo because her and Karla were planning on seeing a movie after shopping and instead of 3 or 4, she wouldn't be back until 7 or 8 that evening. Mike reached down and adjusted himself as he felt his cock start to swell a bit as he thought about the possibilities of what may lay ahead.
Amy awoke early to the noise and scuffle of her sister and mom getting ready to go. She remembered her sister saying something last night about leaving with her mom this morning to go to her friend's house. It was now about 9:30 or so and she just layed there with her eyes closed reliving what she seen last night. She couldn't believe it, but what she couldn'tbelieve more was that her father allowed her to watch and didn't say anything. Did he really see her? He had to of, she thought about it and wondered what kind of trouble she would get into for her curiosity. She knew her dad had been drinking alot last night, she could tell by all the bottles of beer all over the place last night, with any luck maybe he didn't remember. Then again though, she wished he did....after seeing her father do that, fuck her mom like that, she longed for that feeling too. She could only imagine how it would feel. She came harder last night watching than she ever had before when she would get herself off. She could only imagine what it would feel like if her father was behind her pounding her like he did her mom. With that thought Amy's hand slid under the covers and inside her panties where they began to explore as she closed her eyes and thought of her father losing all track of time and place....
Mike was about to head to the bedroom to relieve his "pressure" when he heard Amy call his name. It wasn't very loud and if he wasn't in rout back to his bedroom from the kitchen and at the base of the stairs, he never would have heard it, but he did.
"Daddy....Daddy, don't stop..." Amy was not being loud, but she was not whispering either. She was in a transe, she was slowly getting there...
Mike slowly krept up the stairs. Amy's room was on the right, just at the top of the steps. The door was open at least half way and although she was covered with blankets he could tell by the movments under them and the quiet moaning what was going on. Again his name escaped her lips.
"Daddy...." she was really into it, she was close he could tell. "That's it, that's it....right there, oh Daddy, oh...ohhhhhhh"
Mike had just watched his daughter have an orgasm. His dick was so hard it felt as though it was going to rip through his pajamas. He wasn't sure how to approach the situation, if he was wrong, if he messed up....Not only could he lose his wife, his job, but he could wind up in prison. He had to be careful. He decided to go the "Fatherly" rout.
"AMY WHAT ARE YOU DOING?", knowing damn well what she was doing.
Brought back with a crash, she opened her eyes to see her father standing at the foot of her bed with a angry look on his face. What could she say? She had no idea, she just started to cry as Mike walked around to the side of the bed she just leaned over to him wrapping herself around him reapeating over and over again how sorry she was.
Mike didn't know what to do. He loved her as a father and he wanted her as a lover. But to see his litle girl crying and reaching for him he just wrapped his arms around her and held her to him, telling her that it's ok.
"But Daddy, you seen me, you heard me....and last night, you seen me there too. You caught me watching you and mommy. I'm so sorry dad, you must think I am horrible. Daddy I have never even been with a boy, I don't knowwhat came over me."
He was glad to hear tht she was still a virgin, he wanted to take that himself. "It's ok Amy, but we need to talk.", he said as he held her tight 14 year old body in his arms and felt his cock start to stir. "I've noticed some things and I want you to be honest with me.", he said to her as he sat down next to her and they sepperated as she sat up and wiped her eyes nodding and assuring him that she would tell the truth.
"I've noticed you acting a certain way, dressing a certain way around me when your mom is not around, accidently touching me, showing me your body and things like that, have you been doing that on purpose Amy? Tell me the truth, I want to know."
"Yes Daddy, I don't know why, I just like the way it makes me feel, I like the way it makes you....you know...."
"Go ahead, tell me", Mike said hoping for what he wanted to hear.
"I like the way it makes you.....makes you hard. I know I shouldn't, but I like it. Are you going to tall mommy, she will hate me Daddy, please, please don't tell her Daddy, I'll do anything, I'll do what ever you say Daddy, I promise.
This was it. He had what he wanted. "Take a shower Amy, go to the restroom, brush your teeth, and take a shower. I will do the same and once we are both awake and have a little time to think we will talk about this some more.", with that Mike got up and headed down stairs. Amy did as she was told.
Mike was finishing up, just walking out of the masterbath into his bedroom with nothing but a towell around him. Amy was sitting on the foot of his bed with a tight pair of knit shorts on and that favorite thin white tank top that Mike had grown to love. He instantly began to get hard, and Amy noticed.
"You do want me, don't you Daddy? I know it, I can tell by the way you look at me, I can tell by the way your penus ets hard when I brush by you, when we lay on the couch together, and like....like.....now ."
"You know this is wrong Amy, what your saying, what I am thinking? You know it's all wrong don't you? I could go to prison, they would take you away from me. No one can ever know."
"I know all that Dad, I'm not stupid."
"Stand up Amy, pull your shorts off, leave your panties on, then lay back on the bed." It was happening now, no turning back. She did as she was told. He laid down next to her leaving the towel wrapped around his waist. "Close your eyes Amy, don't be scared, I promise to make you feel wonderful, I will take my time, I am going to treat you like an angel Amy. He breathing increased, her nipples hardened, she was already moist.....
He started by running his hand slowly up her inner thigh and just barely brushing against her panties and touching her teenage mound as he noticed her white cotton panties start to darken with moisture showing her wanting slit. He was down with his face resting on her tummy, he had the perfect view and he could smell her sweet freshly cleaned pussy which was starting to swell now with anticipation. He breathed ever so slightly over the top of her. Goosebumps enveloped her body, she let out a sigh.
Added on: 01/11/2007 14:58:11
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