Mat wakes up first, Abby’s arm draped across his body. He waits for the guilt to come, surprised when it doesn’t. Helping his sixteen-year-old reach orgasm is wrong and he knows it. Last night he let her watch him masturbate, which is also a big no-no, but doing these things with her makes him… Happy. Perhaps it’s because relations between them are forbidden. Everyone wants what they can’t have. But it’s more than him being turned on by her innocence.
Maybe she doesn’t understand the gravity of what they’re doing, but every encounter they’ve shared, it is obvious she likes it. Begs for it, even. His Abigail is smart and cheerful and beautiful, and he loves her. Since the day he met her she’s been his little girl. She’s always looked up to him and he likes that.
Mat ponders while listening to his daughter’s even breathing, and he’s not sure where to go from here. All he knows is he thoroughly enjoyed last night, and he’s positive she did, too. He decides to take it as it comes.
Abby stirs beside him. She opens her blue eyes and sees him looking at her.
“Morning,” she says, not sure what mood he’ll be in after last night. She loved every moment of it, but maybe he didn’t…
“Morning, baby,” he says the way he always does. She smiles. “How’d you sleep?” he asks.
“Really well,” she says. It’s silent for a moment, neither one sure what to say. “About last night…” Abby starts.
“Yes?” Mat says, very interested to hear what she has to say.
“I don’t… If you… We-”
“Just tell me what’s on your mind,” he says, and she takes a breath.
“I really liked it,” she whispers. He tries not to smile.
“We probably shouldn’t do it anymore,” he answers, and she nods, disheartened by the thought. “… But I really liked it, too,” he adds in a low voice, and she inflates.
“Really?”
“I know you’re becoming a woman, Abby. Learning what you want. I don’t want to get in the way of normal experiences for you.” Funny. The only experiences she wants involve no one but him.
“And I don’t want to get in the way of you finding someone,” Abby says, and Mat smiles. For him, the only girl he’s really been attracted to since Abby’s mom passed is… Abby, and only very recently. Mat brings his hand up to his daughter’s face, thumb stroking her cheekbone.
“You’re all I care about right now, Abby.” She smiles.
“Good. Because you’re not getting in the way of anything for me.” Mat smiles, white teeth contrasting against his bronze skin.
“Oh yeah?” he asks, pulling her closer. She nods, bringing her leg across his stomach. She’s still wearing nothing but her tight shirt, her bare pussy pressing on his torso. Mat grabs her side, his thumb resting in the dip of her waist, bringing her face to his. He kisses her open-mouthed, and she returns it, hand slipping into his dark hair.
In this moment, both of them come to an unspoken agreement. They both enjoy being this way together, and if tomorrow that changes, that’s ok. For right now though, nothing is keeping them apart.
“Will you help me again?” Abby says into her dad’s mouth, already aroused by their making out. Now that she knows her daddy liked what they did, she is a little more confident. He smiles.
“You are a horny girl, aren’t you?”
“Only for you,” Abby admits in a breathy voice, and Mat doesn’t hesitate to slip his hand down between her legs. He fondles her, in no hurry to get this over with. She’s already wet, or maybe she’s still wet from last night, her slick heat so tender and delicate. He keeps his touch light, lifting the little hood on her clit and putting it between two fingertips, rubbing her most sensitive spot. Her hips roll, jaw slack with her heavy breathing.
“Oh daddy,” she moans, loving his expert ministration. He rubs a little harder, using his thumb to slightly pinch her, and her hips buck. Mat rolls her clit between his fingers, plucking it gently, flicking it with just the right pressure. She squirms beside him, and he loves it.
“My horny little girl,” he marvels, and she kisses him. He kisses her back just as hard, and while he wanted to draw this out, he is now too eager to get her off. Mat puts her whole pussy in the palm of his hand and presses against it, moving back and forth to simulate humping.
She loves it, and when her mouth opens wider to moan, Mat reaches his tongue out and licks the inside of her lips. That gets her even more excited. Humping her dad’s hand, she returns the gesture, both their tongues massaging together. They aren’t even kissing, their open mouths simply pressed together so they can tongue one another.
Mat keeps the flat part of his hand hard up against her, giving her clit the stimulation it needs, pushing over and over, and Abby cums sooner than she wanted to. It was feeling so good, and he didn’t even enter her that time. Every orgasm he’s given her is better than her pillow.
“Mmm,” she hums, her dad’s tongue in her mouth as she sucks it. She loves waking up this way. She hopes they do it every morning now.
“Thank you, daddy,” she says, and he smiles down at her.
“You’re welcome baby,” he replies, leaning down and kissing her tenderly. “Let’s get you some breakfast,” Mat says when he pulls away. They get out of bed, and Abby walks with him to the kitchen.
“Are you going to put pants on?” he says with jest.
“Do you want me to?” Abby asks, sitting on a bar stool with her bare ass. All he does is smile in reply. She grins back, secretly thrilled that he wants her to stay this way. Her tight shirt is clinging to her like a second skin, her braless tits so perky they don’t even hang, cotton stretched thin over them.
Since it’s Saturday and neither of them have to be anywhere, Mat makes a full breakfast, and they sit together and eat. He asks about her school work, and she tells him she has two assignments to work on this weekend. Being in two AP classes, he isn’t going to let her get distracted from her honor roll status. He may be her sex partner now, but that doesn’t mean he stopped being her father.
Abby and Mat sit in the living room while she works on her essay, Mat taking the occasional phone call for his job. They don’t load railcars on the weekend, but they do maintenance, and sometimes he gets calls for job approvals or to give instructions. Abby likes that Mat is the general manager where he works. Her daddy is a supervisor to some people, and for some reason that excites her. He’s capable and in charge with employees that look up to him. And right now he’s all hers, sitting shirtless beside her on the couch. What they did last night crosses her mind, and she blushes, a secret between only them.
They sit in sexual tension all morning. Abby keeps stealing glances of Mat, and he grins at her every time he notices. At one point she leans back on the arm of the sofa to read her book, opening her legs ever so slightly so her dad can see her pussy. She catches him glancing at her too, the dark look in his eye when he sees her pink flesh. She hopes it’s making him want her.
“I’m going to eat lunch, then I’ll finish this,” Abby says. All flat stomach, hips bones and round ass, she stands up right in front of Mat and walks to the kitchen, hoping he’ll follow. She grabs an apple and leans her elbows on the island countertop while she eats it. A minute passes before she hears Mat behind her. She glances over her shoulder, and he knows she’s intentionally bending over. He leans against the wall and crosses his arms.
“What are you doing?” he asks, and she smiles.
“Eating.”
“Looks like you want more than food.” She takes another bite of the sweet fruit, hoping this won’t get her in trouble. “I told you no more until you finish your homework.”
“I’m not asking for more,” she says innocently, shifting her weight to the other foot so the diamond where her ass meets her thighs is visible to him. He inhales deeply. Fuck, she’s better at this than he thought.
Mat walks to her and pushes her torso flat against the counter, apple rolling away from her hand. Her heart is already pounding, excited but suddenly nervous. Is he going to do something to her ass? Why else would he bend her over?
Mat reaches down and starts touching her pussy, and she hums from the pleasant contact.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asks, and she moans, feeling his manly fingers rub up and down her innocent skin.
“Yes,” she breathes.
“You’re spoiled, you know that?” he says, pushing a finger into her, and she gasps. Mat has his other hand splayed against her back, keeping her bent over, Abby’s hands gripping the edge of the counter by her hips. He works his digit in and out of her for a moment, then slips a second finger into her, loving the way she has to stretch for him. His two fingers are nothing compared to the circumference of his cock. He imagines pushing that into her, and is somehow harder than he was a minute ago.
With two fingers buried as deep as they’ll go, Mat starts roughly moving his hand up and down, viciously thrusting against her g-spot, and she moans aloud.
“Oh god!” Abby cries. She’s never been fucked before, but she imagines it feels something like this. Mat moves his hand so quickly, so hard, she starts rising to orgasm. Her back tries to arch, her toes lifting off the tile floor.
“Don’t cum yet,” he tells her, and she whimpers.
“I can’t stop it.”
“You have to.” Telling her she can’t cum while vigorously fingering her brings her closer.
“Daddy,” she begs, his fingers so good inside her. Mat just wants to play with her as much as she just played with him. Of course, he wants to help get her off. He’s been thinking about it every damn minute since the last time he made her cum a few hours ago. But he’s not going to let her get away with misbehaving. If she starts doing that now, he’ll have no control over her.
Mat yanks his hand out of her, and her insides immediately relax, disappointed by his absence. He pulls her to a standing position again, making her face him. She’s breathing hard, wondering why he stopped.
“I told you to finish your homework first,” he says, and she bites her lip. Mat raises his hand – the one that was just inside her – and puts his fingers in front of her lips.
“Do you want to taste?” he asks. Shocked by his question, she can only stare for a moment. Does she want to taste? Herself?
Seeing her hesitation, Mat puts his fingers in his own mouth, though he doesn’t suck. He looks her in the eye while he does it, showing her that he enjoys it.
“Now try,” he says, holding them out for her again. Abby still isn’t sure, but she likes watching her dad taste it, maybe he’ll like it if she does it. Wanting to please him, Abby’s lips part. Mat’s dark eyes get darker, and he puts them into her wet mouth. She tentatively licks them, nervous about the taste. Seeing how much her dad likes it, she starts sucking. She can taste his saliva, and behind that, another flavor she’s never had; herself. It isn’t bad, so she sucks a little harder. She watches her dad’s breathing get deeper, licking his own lips, enjoying his reaction.
Mat pulls his hand from her mouth and replaces it with his own, kissing her, hoping she’ll taste more of herself on his tongue.
“Go finish your homework,” he says when he pulls away, and Abby does as she’s told. Knowing that will keep her occupied for the moment, Mat goes to his master bathroom and jacks himself off. If he goes another minute without some kind of stimulation, he’s going to lose his fucking mind.
He cums quick, having more than enough material to think about. It helps him relax, but when he returns to the living room and sees Abby laying on her stomach, perfect ass on display, he sighs. If his dick is hard all day it’s going to start hurting. His balls are already full again, like they’re producing more sperm just looking at his daughter, as if his reproductive organs are aching to impregnate her.
He does his best to dismiss that thought. It’s difficult. He knows she’s still horny since he refused to help her orgasm in the kitchen, seeing the wetness between her legs. Knowing he means business, Abby works on her paper. That’s difficult for her, too. She is still horny, possibly more horny than she’s ever been. She can feel his eyes on her, imagining his hand roughly fucking her.
Their tension is worse than it was this morning, and by the end of the day, they’re both secretly aching for each other. When Abby finally finishes both her assignments, she closes her book, walks to where Mat is sitting, and straddles his lap.
“I’m all done,” she declares, hands on his shoulders.
“Yeah? How do you think you did?” he asks, hands on her ass. He loves feeling the weight of her on him, her perfect body in his grasp.
“I think they’re good, I don’t know, I’ve been distracted all day,” she says, Mat’s already hard dick pushing against her through his thin pants.
“Oh really?” he asks, not upset with her. He can’t blame her, he did make her unnecessarily frustrated. That was her fault though.
“Will you please help me now, daddy? I need to cum so bad.” She sounds like she’ll start crying if she doesn’t get her way. Mat quickly turns and lays her on the couch, coming on top of her, their mouths like magnets. He reaches down, stuffs two fingers into her, and resumes the rough fucking his hand was giving her earlier. Seconds after he starts his assault, she cums.
“Fuck baby, you were ready,” Mat says as she squirms, gasping, her body alight with ecstasy.
“Aahhh,” she groans, looking down at her dad’s hand working her horny pussy. When she starts to shiver, he slows down, gently stroking her g-spot, trying to milk her orgasm.
“Damn Abby,” he says, amazed at her excitement.
“You’re too good at that,” she pants, and he smiles.
Mat picks up his daughter and takes her to his room. He sets her on her feet in the bathroom, making sure she’s steady.
“Want to shower with me, baby?” he asks, and she nods, smiling. He grabs the hem of her little shirt, pulling it over her head, long brown hair tumbling. This is the first full look he’s ever gotten of her breasts. Her young tits are perfect, jutting off her chest, pink nipples at attention. He takes one in his hand, leans down, and puts it in his mouth. Abby gasps, hands in his hair.
“Oh, daddy…” She’s never had this before either. Everything her dad does to her is new. He is her first everything, and in spite of her lack of knowledge, she knows how good he is at what he does. He’s over twice her age with more experience than she can fathom. He isn’t some teenager trying to fuck her, he’s her daddy, wanting to show her how she should be treated, how good she can feel.
He puts her other nipple in his mouth and sucks gently, using his tongue to play with it. She can feel that all the way in her still tingling pussy. Mat pulls away, kisses her on the mouth, then starts their shower. When he drops his pants, Abby gets her second look at her daddy’s dick, standing at attention. They step in together, spending more than twenty minutes just washing one another, kissing each other. Mat is so hard, she wonders if he’s getting blue balls. She’s heard that term before, teenage guys use it a lot. Pulling his tongue from Abby’s mouth, hot water spraying them, Mat can’t take it anymore.
“Fuck,” he curses, wrapping a hand around himself. “I need to cum, sweetheart.”
“Can I help you?” she asks, hand trailing down his hard chest.
“We’ll get to that baby, for right now you’re helping plenty.” She’s almost disappointed that he won’t let her touch him yet, but when his other hand reaches down and starts sliding against her clit, she has to further argument.
Mat touches his beautiful daughter’s virgin pussy, stroking himself with his other hand, her back against the tile wall. He has her lift one foot onto the in-shower seat, her legs nice and spread for him as he fingers her, in love with how tight she is.
“That feels so good,” she purrs, looking her dad in the face.
“You feel good,” he tells her. “So warm and wet,” he says by her ear.
“Cum for me, daddy,” Abby says in her sweet soprano voice, and Mat groans. She’s never said that before, and he fucking likes it. Usually, it takes him half an hour to get himself off. That’s how it’s been for the last few years. But when he’s with Abby, being so turned on by her, he has no trouble reaching climax. He may be able to cum quickly with her, but that doesn’t mean shit. He could ejaculate and still be hard as a rock, ready for her. He could go for hours with her right now.
That thought brings him that much closer, and when he feels the unstoppable sensation build in his crotch, he presses hard on Abby’s g-spot, making her cum right alongside him. Mat groans into her neck, feeling his…
