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The next day, almost as soon as I had awoken and opened my eyes, everything from the night before came crashing back in. I shot up in bed, panicking and freaking out. I desperately hoped that it was just some fucked up dream, but the longer I was conscious, the more reality settled in. It had happened. 

“Oh, God,” I said, throwing my head into my hands. “What the fuck have I done?”

I hadn’t been awake for more than a minute, and my head was already in overdrive. Would he remember? If he did, would he be angry? Would he throw me out? Worse, would he call the cops? I could end up in fucking prison, or something. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I said to myself. 

I couldn’t wait another second. I had to know straight away. I quickly pulled on some clothes and raced to dad‘s bedroom. I hovered at the door for a second, trying to gauge if he was still asleep or not. I couldn’t hear anything, but it wasn’t gonna stop me. I knocked twice and stepped in right after. He was just beginning to stir from his sleep. My knock must have woken him. 

“Hello?” he said, groggy and confused.

“Hey…” I said, suddenly realizing I didn’t know what I was gonna say. “Do you…are you…”

“Oh, morning, Miley,” he said, breaking into a smile. “You alright?”

I almost fainted in relief. He wondered I was his daughter again. 

“Morning, dad,” I said. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. You?”

“Good, thanks,” he said, rubbing his eyes. “Actually, I feel really great this morning, for some reason.”

I didn’t need a mirror to know I was blushing like a stupid schoolgirl. I brushed my hair behind my ear and awkwardly hovered at the door.

“You need something, sweetie?” he asked.

“No, no,” I said.

“You fancy doing something fun together today?” he asked.

I paused a moment, wondering what exactly he was referring to.

“Umm…like…like what?” I asked.

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe go watch a movie, or go for a hike, or something. Sound good?” he said.

I beamed an unexpected smile at him. It did sound good, actually. Better than good. I hadn’t experienced that sort of closeness with dad for years. I’d missed it, more than I had realized. Over the years, I had just clung to my anger with dad. It made it easier to be mad at him, rather than accept that our close bond had gone forever. 

“That would be…lovely,” I said, fighting the urge to shed a tear. “I’ll just go and fix us some breakfast first, yeah?”

“Sounds perfect, love,” he replied. “I’ll shower and dress, and I’ll be out soon.”

“Okay, dad,” I said.

I moved to leave the room, but something in me just had to tell him how I felt.

“dad?” I asked.

“Yes, sweetie?” he said.

“I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

I shut his door and wandered into the kitchen. I tried to keep myself strong, but I couldn’t fight it. I burst into tears and sobbed into my hands for a good ten minutes before starting breakfast. I’d been on such an emotional roller-coaster over the years, especially so in the last several months, and it felt like it all just came to a head. I needed that cry. 

dad appeared minutes before I served up some omelets for us, and we sat down and ate together. It was a little awkward at first, as I couldn’t get the memory of the night before out of my mind. He soon made me forget, though, and I found myself thoroughly enjoying our conversation. We didn’t talk about much, just about this place we had been to before. We had pitched a tent at the bottom of a series of rolling mountains, amongst a field of daisies and other wildflowers. We spent the day hiking the mountain paths, stopping to cook lunch over a fire, before returning to our tent and making dinner together. We had told ghost stories to each other, talked about life, and just joked around and acted silly. It was days such as those that made my time with him so special. He suggested we take a drive there again, but I wasn’t sure it was the best idea in his current state. I couldn’t risk him switching on me so far from home. Instead, I suggested that we take a short drive to the local forest and have a walk. 

Within the hour, we were getting out of the car, ready for our hike. I had been so worried something would go wrong, but it didn’t. The day went perfectly. We walked through the woods and he would point out different plants, asking me if I knew what they were. He at all times did that when I was younger. I remembered almost everything he’d taught me, but I acted like I didn’t. It was just nice hearing him teach me about the wildlife. We walked through woods, along the main river in the area, and looped back to the car in a big circle. All the while, we talked and laughed and reminisced. I couldn’t remember being happier. After we were done, we stopped by town and picked up some ice cream, then headed home to watch something on Netflix. 

Later that day, we cooked dinner together, then picked out a movie and settled in with some mint chocolate ice cream. I was having the best day, but the later it got, the more I began to despair. I knew it wouldn’t last. I knew he would wake up the next day and forget everything. I did my best to push the thoughts from my mind, and just enjoy the time I had left with him. Before I fell asleep, resting against him, I realized that this was the best I’d felt in a long, long time. 

The next day, I woke up on the couch before dad. I left him to sleep, as I couldn’t bare the wondered of him waking up and forgetting our wonderful day. As I began making myself a coffee, I heard him stirring. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, praying that he would remember.

“Hello?” I heard him call out.

“Good morning,” I said, waiting in quiet desperation.

“I…are…sorry, who are you?” he asked.

I sighed and shook my head. 

“I’m your carer,” I replied, heartbroken.

“Oh, okay,” he said.

He didn’t remember anything else for the rest of the day, and it continued for an entire week. He seemed to just be completely distant, cut off from all of his memories. He barely did anything outside of his physical training, aside from eating and sleeping. It was torturous, just knowing that somewhere in his mind was the man I loved. Consequently, it was a tough week for me. By the end of it, I was starting to lose hope that he would revert back to his old self again, to the man who still saw me as his daughter. 

One random day, he woke up a little different than usual. He still seemed distant, but he had more of a spring in his step. By midday, he approached me after his post-workout shower and kissed me on the head, before sitting next to me on the couch.

“What you watching, sweetie?” he asked.

I turned to him and smiled. It had been too damn long since he’d been here. 

“Oh, nothing special, dad,” I said, snuggling up to him. 

I rested my head against his chest and just breathed a sigh of relief. I could have stayed there forever, but eventually, he suggested that we order some takeout that night. I was more than happy not to cook for once, and we ordered some Italian food from one of his favorite restaurants in town. We spent the evening eating, talking, and eventually playing some board games. We ended the night on the couch again, watching some old movie that he liked. 

I woke up in the middle of the night, groggy as hell. I struggled to recall when I’d fallen asleep, I hadn’t meant to. I looked over at dad, who was sleeping soundly. I smiled at him, happy that we’d had another great day with each other. They were so rare. I felt the urge to have a smoke before I went back to sleep, so I slowly got off the couch and snuck outside. It was absolutely freezing, so I only had half of my cigarette before coming back inside, shivering my butt off. I cautiously resumed my position back on the couch beside him, and soon passed out again.

I woke up again, still feeling groggy. It was pitch black, so I couldn’t have been asleep for long. I wasn’t entirely sure why I had woken up again, I usually slept like a rock, but the reason quickly became apparent. I felt dad‘s hand gently caressing my leg over my leggings. I looked toward him, trying to make him out in the darkness, but I couldn’t see him clearly. His caressing hand began slowly sliding up my leg until it found the top of my leggings. He slipped his fingers under them, under my panties, and began gently pulling them down my legs. 

“Awake yet, Jodie?” I heard him say, quietly.

“I am now,” I replied, as he pulled my clothes free and tossed them to the floor.

Why wasn’t I stopping him? 

“You in the mood?” he asked.

I was dazed, still slowly emerging from my sleep state. 

“Yes, d-” I quickly stopped myself from saying daddy. “Yes, I am.”

The response had been automatic, natural, and instinctual. I instantly found myself horny, and I felt a tingle between my legs. He moved his body between my legs and began kissing me. It felt foreign as fuck, but I enjoyed it, and let it happen. I think it probably helped that it was completely dark, which distanced me from what I was actually doing. His lips moved from mine, down my neck, and towards my cleavage. I moaned a little, savoring the feeling of his lips exploring my skin. I felt him reposition himself slightly, and then felt the tip of his hard dick pressing against my opening. I couldn’t believe this was about to happen. I’d been asleep mere minutes before, and now I was about to take him inside me. A surge of excitement rushed through me.

“Fuck me,” I whispered into his ear.

No sooner than I had uttered the words, he began pushing into me. He started with the head, then started pushing deeper. Sucking a big, thick cock is nowhere near like being fucked by one. I closed my eyes and let out a long, satisfied moan. It felt absolutely fucking incredible. Once he was fully inside me, he drew out slowly. Just before he popped out, he slid back in, then out, then in. The feeling was just out of this world, but my stupid, God damn mind couldn’t do it. I was just too inside my own head, too aware that what I was doing was bad. The day before had been blissful, and it felt wrong to be sullying it by having sex. Once I confronted the wondered, I quickly tapped him on the arm.

“I…sorry, I’m too tired,” I said.

He quickly pulled out of me.

“It’s okay, Jodie,” he replied, seemingly unphased that I’d stopped him. “Another time.”

“Okay-” I quickly stopped myself from saying daddy, again. “I…I think I’m gonna go back to bed.”

“Okay, shall I join you?” he asked.

“No, no,” I said, touching his arm. “You just go back to sleep here. It’s okay.”

“If you’re sure,” he said.

I got up from the couch as he fell back into it. I made my way back to my bed, knowing that what had just happened was a massive deal, but that I wasn’t awake enough to process it at that moment. I pulled my covers over me and let myself pass out again. What was wrong with me?

The next day, I felt so terrible about what had happened. Sure, it had felt great while it had lasted, but I had preferred our day spent together as father and daughter. I didn’t want to ruin that. I’d been without it for so long, after all. As expected, dad had forgotten the events from the night before, and he’d returned to not remembering much at all. Once I’d explained who I was again, and made him breakfast, I explained that I needed to pop into town for some groceries. He didn’t object, so I shortly left. I’d lied. We didn’t need groceries, but I was panicking that I needed something else much more urgently. I grabbed a coffee in town and called my local doctor’s office to book an appointment. I knew the chances of me being pregnant were probably about zero, but I just couldn’t take the risk. As I waited for my appointment, I began thinking about the whole situation. I couldn’t do it anymore. It was wrong, stupid, and selfish. What was I even doing? I felt so ashamed of myself, so dirty and heathen. No, it couldn’t happen again. I was decided.

As soon as I sat down in front of the doctor, I asked for emergency contraception. She happily wrote me a prescription and told me I could pick it up from the pharmacy across town. As soon as she handed it to me, I thanked her and immediately headed toward the door. 

“Umm, just before you go,” the doctor said.

Utterly impatient, I stopped and turned to face her.

“Yes?” I asked.

“Have you considered going on birth control, rather than using emergency contraception?” she asked.

I paused on the spot, considering what she’d said. I had been resolved not to do anything else with him. I had been decided. Why was I thinking about this?

“Umm…yeah, sure, okay,” I said. 

A couple of minutes later, she handed me a prescription for birth control, and I left feeling even more confused than ever. What the hell was going on with me? I got home and slumped into the couch. I felt like an utter mess. How had it all come to this? Why was I letting this shit happen? Nothing had really sunk in properly until I had the birth control in my hands. It showed me that I had the intention to keep things going. How far was I gonna let things go? No, I had to stop this all, and I had to stop it now. I hid the birth control in the back of my bedside table and kept myself busy for the rest of the day. I had to just be strong and not a stupid slut. 

Over the next month, I decided to try and act more like a good daughter. I stuck to his physio routine, I managed the house, and, on the days when he remembered I was his daughter, I just spent quality time with him. I decided to get off the cigarettes, too. It did me a world of good, and I felt better for it almost straight away. Clean living was definitely the right choice. I also decided that I needed to try and discover some semblance of a social life, too. It had been so long since I’d hung out with a friend. I called someone I used to know in the area, and spent an evening reconnecting with her. It was nice, and I remembered how much I missed being around people my own age. We weren’t especially close, but it didn’t matter, I was just happy to have her business. 

We began meeting more regularly, just for lunch or a bite to eat in the evening. I couldn’t spend too long away from the house unless I booked in a nurse to come and look after dad. One evening, as we were both catching up in a little bar, a guy approached our table. He introduced himself as Brad and asked if he could join us. We didn’t mind, especially as he was completely beautiful. We spent the next hour getting to know each other and by the time I had to leave, I had his number. I remember sitting in the back of a taxi on the way back to the house, just consumed by giddiness. I had missed the attention of hot guys. 

Over the next few weeks, we met up frequently to spend time alone with each other. He was funny, sweet, and kind. I knew I was gonna fall for him, and we soon started officially dating. For the first time in ages, I felt like I had a somewhat typical life. Sure, it had its difficulties, but who doesn’t struggle to some degree? At least I had someone I could lean on, and who could love me for me. 

I made sure never to let him around the house, though. I told him that dad couldn’t handle strangers being there, so my home was off-limits. I regretted lying to him, but there was no way in hell I was gonna risk him being around dad. The wondered of dad switching and trying it on with me in front of him made me feel physically sick. Although, dad hadn’t actually wondered I was mom for a couple of months, now. It was strange, as if he’d somehow subconsciously picked up on the fact that I had decided to stop messing around with him. In any case, I was relieved. I could handle dad not remembering himself, I could even handle him remembering everything and wanting me gone, but I couldn’t handle him coming onto me. Not anymore. With life finally looking up again, I got into a manageable routine. I was happy, a feeling I’d almost forgotten existed. 

Mom was still in the same condition, but I’d basically come to terms with the fact that she wasn’t gonna return to typical again. It hurt, but it was somehow better than her being dead. dad still had visits from the nurse, too, but they were becoming less frequent. She was confident that I was able to deal with any issues he had. I was confident, too. I felt like I’d seen every side of dad, now, and I could deal with him at his very worst. 

On one of the nurse’s monthly visits, she spent only half an hour at the house before deciding everything was fine. We’d developed a bit of a bond by this point, and she knew I was more than capable. It was just hospital policy to check up on us, and she had to do her job. Just before she was about to leave for the day, she asked if I wouldn’t mind her having a cigarette on the porch. I told her it was fine and followed her outside.

“My boss will know if I’ve smoked in the car,” she said, lighting up her cigarette. 

She took a few deep puffs and exhaled. I missed that sweet feeling of the first drags of a smoke, but I knew my body was so much better off without it. 

“And, obviously, smoking is frowned upon if you’re in healthcare,” she said. “Who cares what I do to my own body, though, right?”

“Yeah, exactly,” I agreed. 

“So, I’ll be seeing you again in about a month, but it may even be longer,” she said, puffing away with cause. “There’s no urgent need to rush back here. Andrew seems to be doing good, and you’re doing a great job of looking after him.”

“Thanks,” I said, trying to ignore the cloud of smoke drifting over me. 

As she carried on talking about our next appointment, dad came wandering outside. By now, I was a pro at spotting a change in him, and I could see a difference immediately. I felt my body stiffen up, instinctually. 

“I thought I smelled smoke,” he said, gesturing at the open window.

“Oh, sorry, Andrew,” the nurse said, flicking her cigarette away, and swatting away at the cloud of smoke. 

“It’s no bother. Besides, Jodie loves an occasional secret smoke,” he said, smiling, and putting a hand on my lower back. 

I awkwardly laughed and guided his hand away from me. I caught the nurse’s expression and noticed that she looked a little confused.

“Come on, why don’t you go back inside? You’ll catch a chill out here,” I said to him, leading him back through the porch doors. 

He didn’t object to my suggestion, and I closed the door behind him as he walked inside.

“Does…is he…” the nurse began.

“Oh, yeah, that,” I said, panicking a little. “Sometimes he gets confused and calls me by mom’s name. It doesn’t last long.”

“Oh, you sure?” she asked.

“Yeah, yeah. No biggy,” I replied.

“Okay, awesome. Just let me know if he exhibits any behavior that’s new, yeah?” she asked.

“Yeah, of course,” I said. 

Thankfully, she left shortly after. I had been so petrified that dad would make a move on me, or something. I could have dealt with it, I just didn’t want to. It would have been so embarrassing. After she left, I sat inside, thinking. Luckily, dad had gone into the home gym, so I had some time to process. He hadn’t wondered I was mom for months, now. Why the sudden switch? As I sat pondering it, I suddenly considered what might possibly be happening. The cigarettes. He’d wondered I was mom practically every time I’d smoked, and again today when the nurse was smoking. 

“Holy shit,” I whispered to myself.

Could this really be what was happening? I mean, it sort of made sense in my head. Mom secretly smoked in the early days of their marriage, so maybe the smoke was triggering some sort of response in his mind. I didn’t know how I felt about it, so I decided to leave the wondered behind and just get on with my day. The week rolled on, and I decided to spend some more time with Brad. I was loving our relationship, and I just wanted to spend as much time as I could with him. Admittedly, we didn’t do much outside the bedroom. I had a lot of catching up to do, and he was more than happy to indulge me. I’d started taking the birth control that I’d previously stashed away, too, so there was nothing stopping us from going at it like bunnies. He wasn’t bad in the bedroom, not incredible, but not bad. Good enough to keep me from getting bored, at least. 

The weeks began to just fly by. dad and I had our good days and our bad days, but mostly, he was unable to recall anything much about himself. It was his default mode. Admittedly, it was much easier to care for him when he was like that. I hate to say it, but it was true. On one of his default days, I was heading back from town with a car full of groceries. I’d planned on cooking us some steak in a red wine sauce that night. A few minutes from home, I suddenly realized that I’d forgotten to pick up any wine. I hit the brakes, turned around, and drove to the nearest store. I was beginning to feel rushed, as I had frozen goods and I didn’t want them to thaw. I dashed inside, picked up a cheap bottle of red, and took it to the counter. As the clerk rang it up, my eyes fell upon the packets of cigarettes lined up behind him. I didn’t think; not a single, tiny wondered entered my mind. 

“And a pack of Marlboro, too, please,” I said, pulling out my card.

I paid, left the store, and sped home. I wasn’t gonna let myself think about what I’d just done. Instead, I busied myself with putting away the groceries, making dinner, and cleaning up. dad watched a little TV after dinner but went to bed pretty early. As I put away a few things in the kitchen, I eyed the remaining red wine left in the bottle. I stared at it for a few moments, considering if I should finish it off. I quickly came to my senses and decided that my newly reacquired fitness wasn’t worth sacrificing for a half bottle of red wine. I finished tidying up the kitchen and retired to my bedroom. 

I lay in bed, doing everything I could not to think about what was desperately trying to surface in my mind. I couldn’t stop the thoughts from breaching my resolve, though. Once they’d burst through, I got straight to thinking. My cigarette theory wasn’t confirmed, but it sure made a hell of a lot of sense. I was insatiably curious about whether or not I was right, but I knew I shouldn’t test my hypothesis. I knew what would happen, and to be honest with you, I wasn’t sure that I was strong enough to withstand if dad made a move on me again. Why was that? I had a boyfriend now, and a life that seemed pretty decent. I didn’t need to be screwing around and fucking my life up. It couldn’t bring me anything good. As soon as I considered that, my mind pulled up the image of dad‘s dick in my mouth, and his cum all over my chest. I closed my eyes and sighed deeply. What the fuck was I thinking like this for? Why couldn’t I just leave it alone?

I stayed in bed, thinking things over and over and over, getting absolutely nowhere. No matter what I told myself, no matter how sensible it sounded, I wasn’t satisfied with it. Reason didn’t matter. I was just so curious if I was right about the cigarettes, to the extent that logic went out the window. A wondered popped into my mind. Maybe I could just test my theory, to see if I was right, and if dad did make a move, I would just turn him down and send him off to bed. Yeah, that seemed pretty reasonable, and it apparently satiated my morbid curiosity. I scrambled out of bed and threw my bedside table drawer open, yanking out the cigarettes. I grabbed a lighter and desperately lit up. I felt an insane level of excitement wash over me. I felt almost giddy. 

I jumped back on the bed and puffed away, waiting to hear dad get up from his bed. The longer I smoked, the more anticlimactic everything became. He clearly wasn’t getting up. I got up, opened my window, and flicked the butt out. I was disappointed, severely disappointed. To the point that I felt almost miserable. I sat back on my bed, feeling sorry for myself. Why hadn’t it worked?

“Fuck it,” I said to myself.

I pulled out another cigarette and lit up. I decided I was gonna smoke until either dad got up or the packet was finished. Once again, I toked and toked until it was finished. Nothing. I finished another. Still nothing. I wasn’t about to admit defeat, though. I got up, opened my bedroom door, and returned to my bed. I lit up another one and waited. Despite my hardened resolve, I was beginning to worry that my theory had been wrong and that it was all just a coincidence. Just as I finished the wondered, I heard movement from dad‘s room. My eyes widened and I clambered to sit up in bed. 

“Shit,” I whispered.

My heart began to beat faster. Had I been right? Were the cigarettes actually triggering him? I heard more noises, and my heartbeat only quickened. I felt almost sick with nerves and anticipation. What was gonna happen? Before I had the chance to worry anymore, I heard his bedroom door open. I quickly ran to my window and dashed the cigarette outside. I turned back around and froze. dad stood in front of me, completely naked again, with a smile on his face. My eyes instantly fell to his cock, which was as hard as I’d seen it. I couldn’t help but bite my lip.

“Like what you see, Jodie?” he asked.

My mind was raging like a wild, uncontrollable storm. I was right, they were triggering him. More than that, I was now faced with reality once again. I instantly knew that I had just been lying to myself. I didn’t give a damn about my theory being right, and I knew I wasn’t gonna send him back to his bed. I just wanted another opportunity to see him naked. To see that dick again. To fuck him. I knew it was wrong. I knew I should just tell him to go back to sleep. I knew. I really did. 

I nodded in response to dad‘s question, and he smiled. I didn’t need any encouragement or convincing. I lifted my shirt above my head and tossed it on the floor. My bra and panties quickly followed, and before I knew it, I was laying naked as dad crawled up the bed towards me. I almost couldn’t believe it. I had resolved that nothing was ever gonna happen between us again, but there he was, moving in between my legs. I felt my breath escape me. It all felt so wild, so wrong, and so incredibly fucking hot. I was ready.

His lips quickly found mine, and he kissed me long and deep, our tongues swirling together. His hands got right to company, too. He explored every inch of my body, gently caressing and squeezing me in all the right places. I couldn’t help but let my hands wander, as well. By now, he was in the best shape I’d ever seen him in. He was all muscle and manliness. I ran my hands down his back, pulling him in closer while we kissed until I reached his ass. I squeezed it tightly, moaning into his tongue. Not even my boyfriend was as toned as he was. 

After a long kissing session, he broke away from me. He took my breasts in his hands and pushed them together, then brought his face down into them. He slid his tongue across my nipples, occasionally biting them. It sent the strongest shivers down my spine, and I couldn’t help but shake slightly. He continued caressing my breasts, but began kissing slowly downward. His lips moved down my stomach, across my mound, until they sank into my wet pussy. A moan escaped me, and I gripped his hair in my hands. I looked down at him, as he began tracing his tongue over and in between my lips. He knew what he was doing. I held him tight against my pussy, and let him eat me however he wanted. I just couldn’t look away, it was such a delicious, terribly wrong, incredible sight. I knew it wouldn’t be long before he pushed me over the edge. His tongue was just doing all the right things, finding all the right places at exactly the right times. Once he’d got me where he wanted me, he fell into a fast rhythm, flicking his tongue back and forth across my clit. My moans grew louder and louder, and my grip on his hair only tightened. It was coming. 

“Oh, my God. Oh, my God,” I said, pleasure radiating from my voice. “I’m…I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum! Fuuuuck!”

I shook and spasmed and bucked around, as an orgasm like I’d never experienced burst from me. It was so powerful, so encompassing, and so long. It felt like I’d been edging for hours and hours, and was finally cumming. My screams filled the room. I just couldn’t contain my noise. Thank God he didn’t have any neighbors close by. My grip on his hair loosened as my orgasm began dissipating, and I eventually let go of him. I looked down as he came up for air. God, it was a sight. His face was covered in my wetness, and he had a feral, crazed look about him. It was as though he were a wild beast, who’d just finished feasting on its prey. I would have let him eat me more, but he wiped off my juices from his face and began moving up my body again. 

I smiled and bit my lip, my eyes widening. I was so fucking excited. This was it. It was about to happen. It hadn’t really counted before, he’d only been inside me for a few seconds. But now, I was about to get the whole package, the complete deal. His lips found mine again, and as we kissed he positioned himself into my opening. I held my legs open wide, waiting in desperate anticipation. He didn’t make me wait. He slid into me, slowly parting my lips and pushing inwards. I moaned into him as his thickness began filling me up. God, I’d forgotten how big he was. My moans grew in intensity with every inch he pushed deeper until I could feel his balls resting against me. That was it, he was completely inside of me. It felt like fucking heaven, even if I knew I was gonna end up in hell. 

He drew back, then slowly pushed back into me. That thick cock felt like it was made for my pussy, it filled me up in the most perfect way; it wasn’t so big that it hurt, but it was big enough that I felt a twinge of fear at whether I could take it. Like I said, perfect. I didn’t even care if it would end up hurting or being uncomfortable, it would be worth it. He continued sliding in and out of me at a nice, gentle rhythm. I threw my arms around his neck and got lost in the feeling of his dick, while our tongues continued exploring each other. He kept up his romantic, sensual pace for a while, our moans intertwining the whole time. It wasn’t long before I wanted more, though. I tore my lips away from his and looked into his eyes.

“Harder, da-” I began, quickly stopping myself.

My embarrassment must have been clear from my expression. He paused his gentle thrusts and moved some hair from across my eye. 

“Were you going to call me daddy?” he asked.

“I…err…I…” 

“It’s okay. I don’t mind. It’s kind of hot, actually,” he said.

My eyes lit up with excitement.

“R-really?” I asked.

“Go for it, Jodie,” he said, with a smile.

God, it just couldn’t get any fucking better. It felt so dirty, so bad, and so wrong, but that only made me want to do it even more. He continued pushing into me.

“I want it harder…daddy,” I said, biting my lip.

He gave me exactly what I wanted, and quickly picked up speed. My moans instantly poured out of me, as he fucked me with so much more strength than before. His body was basically built for this, and he used all of his sexy, new muscles to fuck me hard into the bed. I had never, ever felt this before. He was furiously fucking away at me, his big dick pushing me to the limit. My moans evolved into screams of passion, and I clawed my nails into his back. 

“Yes, daddy, yes!” I cried. “Fuck me, fuck me hard, daddy!”

I felt so kinky calling him that. My mind was experiencing an equally new and intense feeling as my body. It was just so overwhelming. I was absorbed in the moment. My senses were in complete overload. I could feel his toned body, as I held onto his back, aiding his thrusts into me. A light layer of sweat was forming across his skin, and I could smell our scent in the air. The sounds were just otherworldly, too. Not just our moans, but everything. The sound of my childhood bed creaking, with the mattress squeaking with every thrust he made; the wet, slopping sound of his dick pounding away at me; his balls slapping against my asshole, each time he hit the back of my pussy; our heavy breaths, gasping for more air. It was all just a rich, exotic, raw tapestry, and it was more than I could handle. 

“You’re gonna make me cum, daddy!” I screamed.

His body responded, and his thrusts grew in strength again.

“Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!” I cried. 

My words just melted into an inaudible, crazed scream. I had tried to say something, but my body was taking up all of my mental capacity. I shook hard as I came, all the while his pace staying hard and true. It was an absolutely earth-shattering orgasm. It didn’t even feel like it ended, it just subsided slightly, but maintained with his powerful thrusts. 

“Oh, God. I think…I think I’m gonna cum, too!” he shouted.

“Oh, yes, daddy!” I moaned back. “Cum inside me! Fill me up, daddy!”

His expression was feverish with desire and passion. 

“You want daddy’s cum? You want daddy to empty his balls into you?” he said.

“Oh, my fucking God, yes!” I screamed. 

His words just drove me insane. It was all so unbelievably hot. Just as I wondered that things couldn’t get any better, he let out a monstrous roar. My eyes widened, as I felt his thick cock shooting buckets of warm cum into me. 

“Oh, fuck! Oh, God! Yes, daddy! I can feel it,” I screamed. “There’s so much. Oh, yes! There’s so fucking much!”

He was well and truly filling me up. I could feel him just flooding into me, seemingly without end. He just kept cumming and cumming, and I reveled in the feeling of him squirting his seed into my pussy. It was the most satisfying feeling in the world. After what seemed like forever, he slipped out of me, and I instantly felt his cum flow from my opening. There was no way in hell that I was gonna let this be over. I was only just getting started.

I sat up and pushed at his chest, forcing him onto his back. I leaned over and slurped him into my mouth, immediately stroking him and bobbing up and down on his cum soaked cock. It tasted just as incredible as it had done before. I was being such a greedy, little cum slut. I just couldn’t get enough. I sucked on him with a powerful and overwhelming thirst, as if my life depended on it. 

“Get on top,” he suddenly said, breaking me from my delirium. 

I popped him out of my mouth and looked at him.

“Yes, daddy,” I said, with a devilish smile.

I quickly straddled him and let his strong, thick cock melt into me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, as I placed my hands on his chest for balance. I found a nice, steady rhythm, and began riding him. It felt like he was going even deeper than before. I could feel my pussy still leaking cum as I rode away at him, and it just drove me crazy. I’d only just had a load, but I wanted more. I wanted lots more. His hands found my ass cheeks, and he held on tightly, slamming my ass down in time with my rhythm. We were just perfectly in sync, both of us knowing exactly how to please the other. I bucked up and down on him, screaming like a whore, for the longest time. I lost track of time, of where I was, of what I was doing, and of who I was. I was just a being composed of pure pleasure and joy and ecstasy. It was unreal. Before I realized what was happening, I felt him releasing into me again. I shot my gaze down at him, and beamed a massive smile, as I saw the look of delight on his face. 

“Again, daddy?!” I shouted as he spurted heavy amounts of his cum up into me. 

He just smiled, as I carried on riding him. 

“Fuck, yes, daddy!” I cried. “Give it to me! Give it all to me!”

After he’d finished unloading his balls for me, I slid off him and slumped into the bed. I was fucking exhausted, gasping for air, trying to catch my breath. The scent of cum and sweat in the air was overpowering. We both lay relatively motionless for a little while before dad sat up.

“You done?” he asked.

“No, not if you’re not?” I asked, hopeful.

“I can go all night,” he said, a cheeky grin on his face.

He wasn’t fucking wrong. We spent the entire night pleasuring each other. He had the stamina of a God, and his dick was basically hard for the entire time. He made me cum over and over and over, each orgasm breaking the boundaries of what I wondered was efficient. He came several more times, too. I didn’t even know guys were capable of cumming so much. I made sure that he orgasmed inside me every single time. There was just something so good about it. Each time he exploded into my pussy, I felt like the biggest whore on Earth, and I absolutely loved it. I couldn’t explain why doing something so wrong felt so fucking good. It was just so hot, bad, and naughty, doing something so intimate with him. 

We ended up collapsing in a pile on the bed and falling asleep, just as the sun began to rise. It was a stupid decision, as he could have woken up without his memory, but we were both just utterly and literally drained. I woke up around 2 pm, aching, and sore, but wholly satisfied. I could still feel his juices dripping from my pussy and down my legs, and the air absolutely stank of cum. As I slowly came to, I replayed the events of the night in my head. I knew it had been wrong and bad and stupid, but I couldn’t help but enjoy my memory of what had happened. He had rocked my world as no one had before. Suddenly, I felt dad stir from his sleep beside me. I immediately panicked, but it was too late to rush out of bed. 

“Morning, sweetie,” he said, in a gentle voice. 

I was almost certain that he wondered I was his daughter again, but I couldn’t be sure.

“Umm, morning…” I replied.

“Oh, I must have fallen asleep here last night. Sorry,” he said, sitting up in bed.

“Oh, yeah,” I said, quickly jumping on the opportunity to explain the situation. “We were just talking for ages and we must have fallen asleep. It’s okay.”

“So, what would you like to do today, Miley?” he asked, planting a kiss on my forehead.

I breathed a sigh of relief. It had somehow worked out, he bought my lie. The room still stank like cum, though, so I hurried us both up and out. He didn’t seem to catch on to it, and we spent the early afternoon taking turns using the shower, then getting dressed. The whole time I felt slightly on edge, but how could I have felt any different? I was terrified that he was somehow gonna realize what had happened and switch on me, or something. The day went fine, though, and we just spent quality time together, as father and daughter. It felt fucked up, acting so lovingly after the night before, but I really didn’t care all that much. I’d had the most incredible night of my life, and I wasn’t about to ruin my day with dad by overthinking things.

We ended the evening quite short after dinner, and we returned to our separate beds. It had been another wonderful day with him, and we’d talked for hours again. The contrast between the night and day was sort of crazy, but I was somehow dealing with it. I pulled my covers over me, still very aware of the smell that filled the room; stale smoke, sweat, and cum. I fell asleep feeling better than I’d ever felt in my life.

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