name as she came. Her entire body arched up of the bed, and I could feel her coming from the inside.
“Daddy, come with me,” she gasped. “Fill me up with your come.”
Certainly not one to disappoint a lady, I rammed myself into her, the deepest thrust yet and came, having the most intense orgasm of my life. I felt like my soul was spilling out through my dick.
Afterwards, we were both laying on the bed, exhausted and sweaty. My dick was still buried inside her. I slowly pulled out and flopped on the bed next to her. Her legs were splayed apart and I could see white globs of my come clinging to her folds.
“I know we should have been more careful,” she said, following the direction of my gaze. “I just wanted to feel you come inside me so badly.”
We dressed silently, each lost in our own thoughts. I watched her pull on her panties, and all I could think of was how much I wanted to rip them back off her, throw her down on the bed and keep fucking her until neither of us could move anymore. Until her body was so filled up with me that she could never forget her father’s touch.
Stepping outside, I closed the sliding glass door to the deck. My eyes darted to his cell phone, resting in the chair opposite of him. He had excused himself from dinner some time ago, and while I couldn’t hear exactly what he was shouting to my mother over the phone, I had some clue what it was about. It was always about the same thing. It was still about work.
Mom had met my stepfather Jacob when I was still very young. They didn’t take long dating before I was walking down an aisle with a basket of flower petals in hand. My mom never took long when she knew she wanted something and in Jacob, she had found a kind and loving man. He didn’t make much money, but that had never been important to her. She was
a career woman and damn good at it. She had clawed her way up from the bottom of the company she had worked at, climbing the corporate ladder rung by rung.
They say that opposites attract, and her relationship with my stepfather was clinical proof that was the case. Once they were married, he moved in, and I learned what it was like to have an actual parent. My birth father had disappeared shortly after Mom found out she was pregnant and left her to raise me all alone. She had made sure that I never wanted for anything but to say that she didn’t have a single maternal instinct in her body would have been an understatement of comical proportions. Jacob quickly became everything she wasn’t, and over
the years I grew closer and closer to him than my mom, and I had ever been. She was always around, but could never be bothered to do the things that normal mothers did for their daughters. That’s why Jacob had always been “Dad” in my eyes.
When I went through my first period, he was the one who explained the changes that I would be going through. When I had my first heartbreak, it was Daddy who listened and held me as I sobbed uncontrollably. He didn’t judge me or tell me that I should be more careful who I dated. I didn’t have to listen to some lecture about what boys are actually thinking about and how he should know because he was one. He just told me that he would always be there for me. He had helped me get my first job and was there with me for hours while I picked out my dress for prom. Really, he had been both parents to me.
“What has she done now, Daddy?” I asked.
He looked at the phone, which I had seen him throw across the table at the cushioned deck. chair in frustration.
“Same as always,” he said. “Work before me.Work before us.”
“Is there anything I can do?”
“Probably not,” he said. “Not unless you can convince the travel agency to refund my tickets. But I promise you can’t.”
“What? She canceled?” Daddy just nodded.
My heart sank for him. He had spent months planning this getaway. To think that Mom would just cancel on him last minute like this was unbelievable.
He had been planning and looking forward to this for months, How could she?
“How do you know they won’t refund you?” I asked.
