The phone rang. Henry answered it brusquely. He’d already spent most of the morning arguing with Aly—about Leanne. Unfortunately, her arguments found fertile ground, and he was beginning to question his commitment to his wife. So he was glad for the distraction of dealing with the broken-down truck.
“Ready when you are, Hank,” Tyler said. “Do you want me to pick you up at the Grand?”
“Please,” Henry said. “I’ll meet you out front in five minutes.”
When he hung up, Aly stood and reached for her cell phone.
“Uh-uh,” Henry said immediately. “You stay here.”
She arched a defiant eyebrow.
He softened, but didn’t give in. “Look, Aly, I need some time alone. Okay?”
She searched his eyes for a moment. Then hers softened as well, and she smiled. “Sure, Dad.” She made a vague gesture. “I’m sorry. I just hate what Mom does to you. You deserve better than that. You deserve someone who loves you. Instead…” She made another gesture, full of anger and frustration. “You deserve better.”
“I know, kitten, but you take what life gives you.”
“What if life isn’t fair?”
He laughed with genuine amusement. It was his first laugh in hours. “Life isn’t fair, sweetheart. That’s why you have to grab the bull by the horns and take what you can get.”
They heard the diesel clatter of the tow truck outside, and they shared a final look. Aly crossed to him and he hugged her.
“I love you, Dad,” she said. “I just want you to be happy.”
Tyler towed the rental truck to his garage and quickly confirmed the problem: the transmission.
“I can’t fix it here,” he said gravely. “It needs a complete rebuild.”
“What are my options?” Henry asked.
“You can call Ryder and get ’em to send me a new transmission. Or I can take the transmission to Shamrock. I know a place there that can rebuild it for you.” He wiped his hands. “But it seems to me like this is Ryder’s problem, not yours.”
Henry nodded. Unfortunately, he’d been preoccupied with Aly all morning, so he hadn’t called the company’s emergency number. He took out his cell phone and called Jayne instead. She’d get results faster than he would, and she’d be more polite in the process. Five minutes later, she called him back.
“You should be getting a call in a few minutes,” she said.
The phone beeped. “Thanks, Jayne,” he said. “They’re on the other line now.”
Fifteen minutes later, Henry wanted to fling the phone across the dusty parking lot. The rental company insisted on sending their own mechanic, who wouldn’t arrive until later that day. They wouldn’t send a new transmission until their own man looked at the truck. Henry understood the business logic behind their decision, but it still irked him. At some point, customer service was more important than the bottom line. He should know!
He resigned himself to the wait. Tyler went to work on a broken tractor, while Henry spent the afternoon on the phone. His cell phone battery died in the middle of a conference call, so he had Jayne patch him in on Tyler’s battered office phone. He spent four hours holed up in the cramped and grimy office, either talking on the phone or receiving faxes on Tyler’s ancient thermal fax machine.
At four o’clock, when the Ryder mechanic still hadn’t arrived, he called Jayne again. She called him back with the news that the mechanic had had a breakdown of his own. Henry wanted to pound the desk in helpless frustration. Unfortunately, that wouldn’t do any good.
He called the truck company and worked his way through people until he was talking to the fleet manager. The man promised that the mechanic would arrive first thing in the morning, Saturday or not. Henry gritted his teeth and hung up.
“Sorry, Hank,” Tyler said from the doorway.
“It’s not your fault,” Henry grumbled. He forced a smile. “What do I owe you for the tow and rental of your office? I think I used most of your fax paper.”
“Aw, let’s just see how this whole thing plays out,” Tyler said. “Besides, Ryder should pay for everything.”
Henry agreed. “But I don’t want you to get stiffed.”
“I trust you,” Tyler said.
“You’re a good man,” Henry said.
They shook hands, and Henry walked back to the hotel.
“You look exhausted,” Aly said as soon as she saw him.
He smiled bleakly. He plugged his cell phone into the charger and sank into a chair. In addition to the real work he’d done, fighting with the truck company had been an ordeal. But he was used to cutting through red tape, and the frustration made him even more determined. Aly started rubbing his shoulders.
“Why don’t you take a shower and get cleaned up,” she suggested.
Tyler’s office had been dusty. Henry didn’t care at the time, but he realized that he probably looked like he’d spent the day in a Panhandle garage.
A few minutes into his shower, Aly knocked on the bathroom door. She opened it without waiting for an answer. The shower curtain was transparent, so Henry shielded his privates.
“I brought you some extra towels,” she said. “And when you’re done, I’ll give you a massage. How’s that sound?”
He had mixed feelings about the idea, but he didn’t want to disappoint her. “Sure, kitten, that sounds great.”
She closed the door and he was alone with his thoughts.
Ten minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom with a towel around his waist. He used another to dry his hair and torso. Aly smiled at him, but her eyes seemed to roam over his body. She looked… hungry. Fortunately, he was too tired to react, and his dick remained mercifully limp.
She spread a towel on the bed. “Here,” she said. “You just lay here and relax.”
He settled on his stomach and crossed his arms beneath his chin. Then he closed his eyes and replayed his afternoon. The conference call had gone surprisingly well. His other calls were a mixed bag of problems and opportunities. Fortunately, he had the ability to either fix the problems or turn them into opportunities.
Aly climbed onto the bed and settled on his towel-covered behind. “Just relax, Dad,” she said softly. Then she began kneading his shoulders, and he groaned softly. She was using some kind of warm oil—it smelled like flowers—but he didn’t care. He tried to turn his thoughts back to business, but he couldn’t focus. Instead, his mind wandered.
Why had Aly been flashing him for two days? And why had she dropped so many innuendos? He wasn’t stupid—he understood her looks and comments. She had to know that. So why?
Was she trying to seduce him? Was that what this morning’s conversation had been about? He knew he shouldn’t talk with her about his problems with Leanne, but she seemed to know about them already. And she seemed to be suggesting… an alternative.
His mind balked at the idea, but his dick twitched in spite of his conscious reaction. Aly reminded him of Leanne, back when his then-future-wife was Miss Bexar County Fair. When they’d first met, Leanne was an ambitious beauty queen, with luxurious dark hair and natural breasts. She’d had pubic hair back then, too. Henry grinned at the memory.
Aly’s body was just like Leanne’s had been: lithe and slim, but curvy in all the right places. Henry felt his penis growing, and he shifted to let it expand. His mind returned to Leanne, but after a few moments, he found himself thinking about Aly again. He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t stop himself.
“Are you ready for me to do the front?” Aly said.
Henry’s eyes snapped open. The last thing he wanted was for Aly to see the lump of his hard-on.
“C’mon, Dad,” she said. She swatted his butt as she climbed off him. “Roll over.”
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that she was nude. At first he was shocked—so shocked that he simply rolled over when she prodded him. His shock turned to arousal and he tried to suppress it by force of will alone. Aly casually climbed onto the bed and settled astride his hips. Her pussy was right over his…
She smiled. “Someone’s enjoying himself,” she said, grinning slyly.
He started to get up, his face hot with embarrassment.
She put a hand on his chest and held him down. “Just relax,” she said. She poured more oil onto her hand and set the bottle aside. Then she began rubbing his chest.
The oil was cool, but Henry barely noticed. He shut his eyes, but the backs of his eyelids played images of Aly’s pert, round, succulent…
Stop it! he cried silently.
He felt a pressure on his erection, and he realized that it must be her pussy. He wanted to reach down and…
Stop it, he told himself again, sternly this time.
Aly’s hands felt good, but her hips felt better. She wasn’t being blatant about it, but she was rubbing his dick with her pussy. He knew that in the process, she was also rubbing herself. He wondered if her pussy was wet.
He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to control his imagination. It didn’t do any good. He imagined her body over him as she rocked herself on his dick. He could almost feel the softness of her thighs, the heat of her pussy. He opened his eyes with a start.
He could feel the heat of her pussy.
She smiled down at him. Then she moved lower, her hands on his sides, her hips over his thighs. He breathed a sigh of relief. Without her rubbing his towel-covered dick, he could control his desire. He’d kept it in control for years, whenever Leanne refused him. He wasn’t going to lose control now, especially with his own daughter.
He closed his eyes and tried to focus on anything but Aly’s body. When that didn’t work, he tried going over business figures. That didn’t work either. He decided to sit up, but froze when he felt her hands at his waist.
Without a word, she pulled his towel open. Cool air bathed his penis and testicles. His erection jerked, and every fiber of his being screamed at him to get up, to run away, to do anything but lie there and let her do… whatever.
His imagination betrayed him. He imagined her straddling his hips and lowering herself onto his erection. He imagined her sucking him. He hadn’t had a blowjob in years—Leanne used to do it, but not anymore. Not for him, at least. He wanted Aly to suck him now. He knew he shouldn’t think of his daughter that way, but he couldn’t stop himself. He imagined her…
She stroked his dick.
Pleasure shot through his body. A wave of guilt followed close behind.
“Just relax,” she said, her voice soft and oh-so-reasonable. She stroked him again. She must have put more oil on her hands—her fingers slipped over his shaft.
Henry knew he should stop her, but it had been so long! He swallowed hard, his emotions warring within him. Her hands felt incredible, but she was his daughter. He wanted to come, but if he did, he’d never be able to look her in the eye again. He wanted her to mount him, but he needed to stop her before…
“Mmm, nice,” she said, soft and sultry. She stroked him with one hand and kneaded his balls with the other.
Pleasure seared through him and he jerked as though he’d touched a live wire. He clamped his eyes shut and tried to focus through the roaring in his ears. He jerked again and felt a splash of hot semen on his belly. She stroked him, her hand strong and sure. He felt another surge of pleasure, along with another hot gush.
“That’s it,” she urged quietly, still pumping.
He felt warm all over. Aly kept stroking him, although she avoided his sensitive head. He grew soft quickly, but she didn’t pull her hands away.
He knew he should say something, but what? He didn’t want to tell her how good he felt, but he didn’t want to hurt her feelings, either. What she’d done was wrong, but at least it wasn’t sex. He kept telling himself that, over and over again. He didn’t quite believe it, but it was all he had.
He struggled to sit up, weak from the intensity of his orgasm. Aly smiled at him. Her breasts were shiny with oil, and they rose and fell with her breathing. He tore his eyes away and met hers. She smiled again, a little whimsically.
“Let me get a towel and I’ll clean you up,” she said. “And then we can go to dinner. I’m starving. Okay?”
He could only nod.
All through dinner, Henry wanted to talk about what had happened. It was wrong. They couldn’t do it again. But a tingling warmth still filled him, and his dick twitched every time he shifted in his seat. He kept up his side of the conversation—about her summer internship, of all things—but a part of him focused on how to prevent a recurrence of…
He called it what it was: incest. It wasn’t exactly sex, but it was still wrong. Worse, he remembered what he’d been thinking at the time. His face heated at the memory.
They finished their meal and walked across the street to the hotel. He worked up the nerve to say something, but lost the thread when she smiled at him. She looked so beautiful, so innocent. She didn’t look like the girl—the woman, he corrected—who had given him a handjob earlier. She looked like what she was: a teenager out with her father. He felt his determination wither and die.
When they reached their rooms, she changed into a pair of shorts and a midriff T-shirt. The shirt clung to her braless breasts. Her nipples made little shadows when the light was right. She sat cross-legged in the center of the bed, TV remote in hand.
“What do you want to watch?” she asked.
Aly, we can’t do that again, he silently told her, working up the nerve to say it for real. It’s my fault. I should’ve stopped it.
“How about something on HBO?”
I love you, and you’re my daughter. I’m flattered that you… He stopped. He sounded condescending, even to himself. I think you’re a beautiful girl, but… Too patronizing. I know you love me, but… Too wishy-washy.
“Do you want to watch something else? CNN?”
“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” he said. He snorted softly at the double meaning of his words.
For her part, Aly seemed perfectly comfortable with what had happened. What I let happen, Henry sternly told himself. I could’ve stopped it, anytime. He knew the lie as soon as he thought it. He couldn’t have stopped it any more than he could’ve stopped the truck from breaking down.
He yearned to be home, where he wouldn’t have to face the shame of what he’d done. He glanced at her. She smiled at him again, the corners of her mouth quirking whimsically.
Henry steeled his nerve and vowed not to repeat his moment of weakness. If it didn’t happen again, he wouldn’t have to talk about it. He kept telling himself that as he gazed at the TV with sightless eyes.
After an hour of mindless television, Aly yawned. “Are you ready for bed?”
He desperately hoped she’d go to her own room.
“If you don’t mind, I’ll sleep in here tonight,” she said, dashing his hopes for a painless separation.
“I don’t know…”
“I forgot to call the manager about my air conditioner,” she said. “It still makes a racket. I can’t sleep with it on.”
Henry didn’t think she’d “forgotten” at all.
“Sure, sweetheart. I can sleep on the floor.”
“Oh, don’t be silly.”
They went round and round for two minutes. She was insistent, but Henry had made up his mind.
“Okay, fine,” she said at last, exasperated. “If you’re going to be unreasonable, I’ll just sleep in my room. I won’t have you sleep on the floor.”
That started a second round of arguing, and Henry eventually agreed to sleep in his own bed… with Aly.
“I’ll be good,” she said, sensing his reluctance. “I promise.”
He didn’t want to disappoint her, but he couldn’t—could not—allow a repeat of what had happened.
Aly changed into her sheer top and panties while Henry went into the bathroom to change into his silk pajamas. He tried not to look at her as she climbed into her side of the bed. He turned out the bedside light and rolled away from her. It took him a long time to get to sleep.
He was dreaming, and Leanne was sucking his dick. Her lips felt so good. He moaned and put his hand on her head. She liked it when he did that. Her hair was soft and silken under his fingers. Her lips felt even better. She sucked gently and then pulled back, her lips tight around his shaft.
He wasn’t close to coming, although he could feel the pressure building in his balls. She didn’t particularly like the taste of semen, but she still let him come in her mouth. She even swallowed. He thought about the first time she’d given him a blowjob, years ago, in the back seat of his old Chevy.
She hadn’t been very good at giving head then, but she learned quickly. She wasn’t a virgin, but she hadn’t had many boyfriends. Henry was the first to come in her mouth. She liked the thrill of new sex. But he couldn’t remember the last time…
She took him deep and he groaned softly. Her lips felt wonderful, the perfect combination of strong and supple. She circled the head of his cock with her tongue. He was getting closer, and he began moving his hips.
She put her hand on his balls and massaged them through the silk pajamas. The feeling was exquisite, smooth and hot at the same time. He thrust his hips and held her head down. She took him as deep as she could. He was close. Very close.
The pressure mounted in his balls and he felt the familiar tingling. He grunted once and held her head down. She groaned in surprise, but didn’t push him away. Instead, she pumped him with her fist. He felt a jolt of intense pleasure as he spurted in her mouth.
When his orgasm finally subsided, he mumbled his thanks and told her he loved her. He hadn’t said that in a while.
Henry opened his eyes and gazed at the ceiling. Leanne was nestled beside him. He had his arm around her, and she had one of her legs thrown over his. She felt warm and soft and lithe, like when they were first married.
With a shock of realization, he came fully awake—Aly was beside him. Luckily, he didn’t have his usual morning erection, despite his incredibly erotic dream. He tried to separate himself without waking her.
She stirred. “Mmm, what time is it?” she mumbled.
He glanced at the clock. “Six thirty-two.”
He pulled from under her and swung his legs over the side of his bed. He stood up and immediately felt a draft. His fly was open. He looked down in shock. He tried to re-button his pajamas, but his fingers were trembling.
It was a dream, he told himself feverishly. It was all a dream.
Had Aly…? Had he…?
He rushed into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. It felt cool against his back. His chest heaved from more than the effort of dashing across the room.
“Are you okay, Dad?” Aly called after him.
Oh, my God, he thought. What have I done?
Aly didn’t say anything over breakfast, and neither did he. Before they were done, Tyler called with the news that the Ryder mechanic had arrived. A disconnected sense of calm settled over Henry as he focused on the truck instead of his other problems. He left the waitress a twenty and then he and Aly walked to the garage.
The Ryder mechanic quickly decided that the truck needed a new transmission. Henry and Tyler shared an irritated “We told you so” look. The new man slid from under the truck and wiped his hands.
“I’ll have to pick one up in Amarillo,” he said.
Henry barely restrained his anger. “Weren’t you just in Amarillo? Couldn’t you have brought one with you?”
The man shook his head. “I came from Oklahoma City.” He looked sheepish. “You must’ve lit a fire under somebody, Mr. Adair,” he said. “My boss told me to be here by nine o’clock, or else. I was on the road at six.”
Good, Henry thought crossly. It’s about time I got some good customer service. To the mechanic, he said, “Thank you. But I have a suggestion: why don’t you call Amarillo and have them deliver a new transmission? It’ll save time.”
“Uh, yeah. I guess you’re right. Dunno if anybody’s in the shop on a Saturday, but I’ll give it a try.” The man wiped his hands again and took out his cell phone. “Yep,” he said when he hung up, “you sure lit a fire under somebody.”
Henry spent the rest of the morning in his hotel room, on the phone or on the computer. He had a grant proposal to write, a project budget to revise, and a thousand other things to keep him busy. Aly sat with him while he worked. She spent the time reading, or watching TV, or sending text messages on her phone.
When the Ryder mechanic finally finished, Henry thanked him and signed the repair receipt. Then he thanked Tyler—with quite a bit more goodwill.
“So,” Henry asked, “how much do I owe you for everything?”
“Well, Hank,” Tyler said, “the Ryder guy said they’d pay for the tow and the facilities. As for the rest…” He shrugged. “The office is free, and bein’ friendly don’t cost nothing, so… I don’t guess you owe me anything at all.”
“Nonsense,” Henry said. He pulled out two hundred-dollar bills. “Will this cover it?”
“I told you—”
“Take it,” Henry insisted. “In case Ryder is slow to pay.”
Tyler reluctantly took the money. Then he shook Henry’s hand. “You’re okay, Hank,” he said with a grin, “especially for a guy from LA.”
“Didn’t I tell you?” Henry said with a chuckle. “I was born and raised in San Antonio.”
Tyler laughed. “A Texas boy? I knew it!”
Henry paid the hotel bill, and they were on the road by four o’clock. He didn’t want to spend another night in a hotel with Aly—he didn’t trust himself—but he didn’t relish the sixteen hour drive from Texas to LA.
By midnight, his eyes were bleary and his shoulders ached. Aly talked him into spending the night in a motel. She even offered to check in while he parked the truck. She returned as he was gathering their bags.
“I got us one room,” she said as she took her bag from him.
He should’ve argued, but he didn’t have the energy. Besides, he couldn’t exactly demand a second room, since he didn’t want to hurt her feelings. His spirits rose when they got to the room and he saw the double beds. At least he wouldn’t have to sleep in the same bed with her. Her casual nudity still made him nervous, but it didn’t shock him anymore. As for the rest...
“Are you okay, Dad?” she asked.
He nodded and tossed his things onto the nearest bed. He changed into his pajamas in the bathroom. When he emerged, Aly was washing her face at the sink. She was nude, so he let his eyes pass over her without stopping. Unfortunately, he couldn’t stop himself from glancing back.
Her smooth pussy peeked from between her thighs. He quickly looked away, but the sight was burned into his brain. He felt something stir within him, so he quickly climbed into bed. It took him a long time to fall asleep.
Henry opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. The heavy curtains screened the glow from the parking lot, but he could tell that it was much earlier than his usual six thirty. He blinked and wondered what had woken him. He felt a movement beside him, and his pulse raced.
She rolled over and draped herself across him. She must have felt his tension, because she started to wake up.
“What time is it?” she asked.
“I don’t know. Shouldn’t you be in your own bed?”
“Mmm,” she said, ignoring him, “you’re warm.”
He was fully awake now. He wanted to get up, to get away. He didn’t have an erection, but with her body pressed against his, it was only a matter of time.
“Are you in the mood?” she asked.
Henry was struck by how grown-up she sounded. She certainly wasn’t a little girl, but she sounded so matter-of-fact, so… comfortable with the idea that he might be aroused. The realization did what nature hadn’t—he felt his penis swell and start to grow.
“Do you want me to take care of you?” she asked. Before he could say anything, she reached for his manhood and found it through his pajama bottoms. “Ooh, you are in the mood.”
He carefully pulled her fingers away from his erection. If he’d had any doubts about whether or not he’d been dreaming the night before, he lost them in an instant.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, more curious than discouraged.
“Aly, you shouldn’t touch me there.”
She snorted softly and reached for him again.
He pulled her hand away. “I’m serious, Alyson.”
“Oh, Dad, don’t be such a prude. It’s all right. It’s just oral.”
“And you’re ‘just’ my daughter. It’s not right.” His erection didn’t agree.
“You thought it was all right last night,” she accused.
He deliberately gathered his thoughts. “It wasn’t all right,” he said at last. “I thought I was dreaming…” It sounded feeble. He cleared his throat and continued, “I thought you were your mother.”
“Do I give head like she does?”
“Alyson! I’m not going to answer that.”
“Do I? She’s had a lot more practice than I have… and with so many different men.” She sounded spiteful, and it didn’t suit her.
“Aly, you shouldn’t say that. Besides, it’s none of your business.”
“Just what is my business, Dad?” she asked. Without waiting for an answer, she plowed ahead. “I love you, and I want to give you pleasure. What’s wrong with that? We’re both consenting adults. It’s not like you’re taking advantage of me. More like I’m taking advantage of you.”
“Aly,” he said deliberately, “we can’t. We can’t do what we did last night. We can’t.”
“Because you’re my daughter.” He could almost feel her roll her eyes.
“Dad, that’s stupid. Who loves you more than I do? Mom? Ha! Kacy?”
Henry’s heart raced at the thought of his older daughter seducing him. Kacy might be a jackal, but she did have a nice body. He liked Aly’s better, but… He stopped himself before he went any further.
“Not likely,” Aly finished. “Jayne loves you, but she’s too afraid to do anything about it. Jordyn tried to seduce you, but you never did anything when she e-mailed those pictures.”
“You knew about that?” he asked, surprised.
“Who do you think took the pictures, Dad? And whose idea was it to send them to you?”
“Of course. Jordyn’s wanted to get busy with you since we were thirteen. Most of my friends think you’re hot. We used to talk about you when they spent the night. Why do you think we wore such flimsy nighties when you were around? God, Dad… Half my friends wanted you to take their virginity.”
His eyebrows shot up.
“I wanted you to take my virginity.”
At that, he gaped.
“Instead… well… instead, I had sex with a boy. I don’t like boys, Dad. I like men. I like you. I love you.”
“I love you too,” he answered automatically, “but—”
“Then why won’t you let me please you?”
“Aly, we can’t.”
“Dad, we already have.”
“But we can’t do it again.”
“Why not? I love you, and you love me. I love sex, and so do you. Don’t try to deny it, Dad. I felt how you held my head down and thrust into my mouth last night.”
“Aly, no,” he said, overcome by guilt.
She reached for his erection and grasped it through the silk of his pajamas.
He wanted to jump out of bed. He wanted to push her away. He wanted to make her promise never to touch him again. He wanted to run.
“There,” she said, “that’s not so bad.”
“Aly, no,” he whispered, his voice harsh with tension.
She unbuttoned his fly and reached into it. He felt an electric thrill when she touched his manhood. Her hands were soft and gentle. She stroked him.
He swallowed hard. “We can’t…”
“Shh,” she whispered. Then she pulled back the covers.
He felt her breath on his cock. A moment later he felt her lips. He closed his eyes and tried not to groan. He could fool himself into thinking he’d been dreaming the night before, but now he was completely aware of what his daughter was doing. He still couldn’t stop her.
“Oh, God,” she said, low and eager, “I love your cock.” She wrapped her lips around him again.
He closed his eyes. This isn’t happening, he told himself. This is only a dream. But he knew the truth. His daughter was sucking his dick, and he hadn’t done a thing to stop her.
“Take off your pajamas,” she said.
He made a desultory attempt at unbuttoning his shirt, but then his hands fell limp. He couldn’t stop her, but he wasn’t going to help her, either.
She didn’t need help. She pulled his bottoms down and tossed them aside. Then she pulled off her own skintight outfit. With a low groan of impatience, she swallowed his erection.
Henry closed his eyes and gulped. Her lips felt exquisite. She didn’t have Leanne’s experience, but she knew what she was doing. After a minute or two, he felt her shift. She tugged his hand to her hip. Then she wiggled suggestively. He didn’t move, so she let his dick slip from her lips.
“Play with my pussy,” she said. “That gets me hot like you wouldn’t believe.”
She started sucking him again, but he still didn’t move. She took his hand and moved it for him. He felt the heat and moisture and he yearned to touch her, but he still had a shred of self-control. She wiggled her hips again.
“Play with me, Dad.”
His self-control began to unravel. After a long moment he worked up the nerve to touch her pussy. She was hot and slippery. She groaned when he gently sawed his fingers along her slit.
“Oh, yeah,” she panted, “that’s it.” She rocked her hips, forcing more of his hand against her.
He played with her clit, and she moaned softly. The sound vibrated through his dick as she sucked him. She bobbed for another minute or two. Then she released his dick and sat up. He thought she was going to stop sucking him. A tiny part of him felt relieved, but the rest of him railed in frustration. She swung her leg over his chest and straddled his face.
He couldn’t see her pussy very well, but the smell of her arousal hit him like a ton of bricks. He felt his dick swell, and Aly groaned in surprise. She started sucking in earnest.
He stared up at her, his mouth watering with desire. He hadn’t tasted a pussy in a long time, and one was staring him in the face. Its owner was his nineteen-year-old daughter, but at the moment, he didn’t care. He licked her.
She moaned and ground her hips against his face. He tongued her clit, and she cried out. He smiled to himself and did it again. She let his dick slip from her lips, but he concentrated on her pussy.
He let his tongue wander through her folds, tasting her juices. Then he sucked her swollen inner lips, which made her gasp with the need for release. She tensed up, but he didn’t relent. He kept licking as she quivered gently. Her spasms grew stronger, and she cried out. He lavished attention on her sensitive folds.
She went wild. Her belly heaved and he felt her holding on to his cock for dear life. Her thighs trembled and her whole body seemed to convulse. She cried out again, locked in the powerful current of an orgasm. He kept licking, driving her higher.
She finally collapsed atop him. He slowly came to his senses as well. He was still hard—very hard—and he smelled like pussy. His chest heaved from the exertion.
Aly stirred and managed to swing her leg over his shoulder. She collapsed beside him and panted. “Oh… my… God,” she said at last. “That was the best orgasm I’ve had in… forever.”
He started to say, “I’m glad you liked it,” but then he remembered who he was talking to. “Aly, I…,” he began. Then he fell silent. Confusion and shame overwhelmed him. But along with the other emotions, he felt a burning desire, and his balls ached for release.
“Oh, God,” she said at last, “I need your cock.” She rolled over and found his erection. She engulfed the crown and then swallowed the first few inches. Her lips tightened around him and she sucked gently. Then she drew back, her tongue trailing along the sensitive skin.
“Come in my mouth,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. “Hold my head and come in my mouth.”
She started sucking again and Henry put his hand on her head. She groaned and bobbed up and down. He didn’t last long. When he tensed up, she began stroking him. He pushed her head down and she moaned as the first spurt struck the back of her throat. A second spurt turned into a surge of pleasure.
The surges continued long after the gushes stopped. She let him slip from her lips when he grew soft. Then she turned and settled beside him.
“That was nice,” she said, already sleepy. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
They were quiet for a long time, and he eventually felt her breathing grow deep and regular.
He lay awake until the sun came up.