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DESCRIPTION: “I still don’t understand why you set this up, Caroline.” Tom Forrester looked through his closet, trying to pick out something to wear for his evening out. With his daughter. Christ. What was his wife thinking? He sighed heavily. “I mean, it’s not like I’ve got anything in common with her, you know. I don’t understand half of the things she says in any given conversation. Face Book? IM?” Caroline Forrester watched her husband from the back. EXCERPT: “I still don’t understand why you set this up, Caroline.” Tom Forrester looked through his closet, trying to pick out something to wear for his evening out. With his daughter. Christ. What was his wife thinking? He sighed heavily. “I mean, it’s not like I’ve got anything in common with her, you know. I don’t understand half of the things she says in any given conversation. Face Book? IM?” Caroline Forrester watched her husband from the back. She knew perfectly well why she had set up the father-daughter time, but it wouldn’t do to let Tom know about that yet. All in due time. He was really a strikingly handsome man, her husband. And what was even better, he was somehow unaware of it. The best combination. At thirty-eight, his physique was in outstanding shape. His bare shoulders were broad, the muscles of his back well-defined. He had a full head of light brown hair. There was no evidence of any balding there. And his ass… “That’s exactly the point, isn’t it, Tom? You’ve let your relationship with your only daughter slide. And if you don’t try, you won’t have a chance to build it back up again. No, not that shirt.” Tom looked at the shirt he had selected, and rolled his eyes. God, you’d think she was sending him on a date, for crying out loud. He found another shirt and held it up for Caroline’s approval. She nodded, and he started to pull it on. His wife was still a beautiful woman, he thought, as he got dressed. She was fifteen years older than him, but had maintained her figure well. He recalled how he had met her, nineteen years before. She was fresh out of an early marriage, with a son, Donnie, who had been only four at the time. She had been stunning, her long copper hair in curvy waves down her slim body. He had been catering an event, his first solo affair. It was an upscale thing, with many of the most powerful people in the town present. Caroline was there too, the new divorcee, a figure-hugging black dress showing off all her assets. And a sparkly diamond necklace that swooped into the valley between her lush breasts.
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by Timothy Spears
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A Date With Daddy, © 2018, Timothy Spears
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A Lot’s Cave Novel
A Date With Daddy
“I still don’t understand why you set this up, Caroline.”
Tom Forrester looked through his closet, trying to pick out something to wear for his evening out. With his stepdaughter. Christ. What was his wife thinking? He sighed heavily.
“I mean, it’s not like I’ve got anything in common with her, you know. I don’t understand half of the things she says in any given conversation. Face Book? IM?”
Caroline Forrester watched her husband from the back. She knew perfectly well why she had set up the father-stepdaughter time, but it wouldn’t do to let Tom know about that yet. All in due time. He was really a strikingly handsome man, her husband. And what was even better, he was somehow unaware of it. The best combination.
At thirty-eight, his physique was in outstanding shape. His bare shoulders were broad, the muscles of his back well-defined. He had a full head of light brown hair. There was no evidence of any balding there. And his ass…
“That’s exactly the point, isn’t it, Tom? You’ve let your relationship with your only stepdaughter slide. And if you don’t try, you won’t have a chance to build it back up again. No, not that shirt.”
Tom looked at the shirt he had selected and rolled his eyes. God, you’d think she was sending him on a date, for crying out loud. He found another shirt and held it up for Caroline’s approval. She nodded, and he started to pull it on.
His wife was still a beautiful woman, he thought, as he got dressed. She was fifteen years older than him, but had maintained her figure well. He recalled how he had met her, nineteen years before. She was fresh out of an early marriage, with a son, Donnie, who had been only four at the time. She had been stunning, her long copper hair in curvy waves down her slim body.
He had been catering an event, his first solo affair. It was an upscale thing, with many of the most powerful people in the town present. Caroline was there too, the new divorcee, a figure-hugging black dress showing off all her assets. And a sparkly diamond necklace that swooped into the valley between her lush breasts.
What had drawn this confident, mature woman to him, nineteen years old, self-made, not even college educated? But somehow, they had clicked. He had never imagined that he would marry someone so much older than himself.
Within a year, they had a new little girl, Marie. With her connections, his catering business flourished. They had all they needed: a fine house, the best clothes, sharp cars. Well, almost everything. He had wanted another child, but Caroline had not wanted to get pregnant again. Now, of course, it was too late. Meanwhile, Donnie (now Don) had grown up, gone to college, and moved to a nearby town. And Marie…
Well, she was a typical eighteen-year old, he supposed. It was astonishing that a girl of that age could seem so alien to him. Hadn’t he been a teenager, not so long ago?
“Well, I’ll try, Caroline,” he sighed. “Heaven knows I don’t want to be a stranger to my stepdaughter either.”
“That’s the spirit,” his wife smiled. “I’ll just go check on Marie and see how she’s getting along.” She stepped out of the room, and knocked on the door to their stepdaughter’s room.
Marie1990: going out with mi dad tonite
Marie1990: nah just a thing to make mi mom happy
Valygrl18: too bad
Marie1990: yeah, i wuz lookin forward to doing something tonite
Valygrl18: always another nite when ur young rite?
Marie1990: lol totally
Valygrl18: getting any lately?
Marie1990: naughty grl
Valygrl18: thats me all the time
Marie1990: not much but my own fingers
Valygrl18: always the ol standby
Valygrl18: sure, todd
Marie1990: omg no way
Marie1990: what u do with him?
Valygrl18: the usual u no go down on him
Valygrl18: we dont go all the way
Marie1990: oops gotta go my momz at the door
Valygrl18: bye enjoy the old man
Valygrl18: never no u mite get lucky with him
“Come in,” came the girl’s voice. The room was neat as always, the bed made, no clothes on the floor. As usual, Caroline’s heart swelled with pride at the maturity her stepdaughter had developed. It was one of the reasons she had made this decision.
“Oh, Marie! Is that what you’re going to wear tonight?”
Marie Forrester looked down at herself. It was a typical outfit for her, a nice pair of jeans and a V-necked tee-shirt. She liked the way the jeans fit, and the shirt was very comfortable. She would wear a nice pair of boots with the pants and look like the hip teen she felt like she was.
“What’s wrong with it?”
“Sweetie, you’re going to a nice restaurant.” Her mother shook her head, consternation on her face. “You can’t wear jeans and a tee-shirt to a nice place. Why don’t you wear a nice dress?”
“But I’m just going out with Daddy,” Marie protested. She didn’t see the point in getting all decked out just for a dinner with her father.
“Honestly, Marie. It doesn’t matter who you’re going out with. It’s not often you get to go to an upscale restaurant. You’ll see. These things only happen occasionally.”
Marie rolled her eyes and sighed theatrically. But the idea of getting dressed up appealed to her. It was true that she rarely had the opportunity to make herself look good, and now her mother was giving her the go-ahead.
“All right, all right, Mom,” she said, smiling good-naturedly. “If you really think I should, I can wear something nice.”
“Let’s see what you’ve got,” Caroline replied, an excited tinge to her voice. Together the two looked through the dresses hanging in the teenager’s closet. They pulled out a few and rejected them for one reason or another.
“Good lord, Marie,” her mother said, exasperated. “We really need to go shopping for you. Look at the state of these things.”
“Really, Mom? I’d love to go shopping together.” This was a change. For several years now, Marie had bought her clothes on her own, rejecting her mother’s input. Caroline raised an eyebrow at her.
“Okay, okay, don’t have a conniption,” Marie growled. “It’s just that, well, you always look so well put together. It would be nice to have your input.”
“We’ll go tomorrow, sweetie. I’m really flattered that you’d ask.” She pulled another dress out of the closet. “Here. This one should do for tonight, anyway.”
It was a simple flowery dress, short-sleeved, with a vee neck with a cross-over bustline. The waistline was cinched with a cord-like sash, and the skirt flared out a little, coming down to just above the knees. It was innocent and sexy at the same time. Just right.
“Oh, Mom,” Marie sighed. “I love this dress, but I’ve never gotten to wear it. I just never had the right bra for it.” She pulled off her tee shirt and wriggled the dress down over her body. When it settled into place, the inner halves of each bra cup could be seen too easily. “You see?”
“Mmmm. What you need is a bra with demi-cups. What size are you?”
“I might have a bra that could work for you, although it’s probably a cup size too large. Do you want to try?”
Marie nodded enthusiastically. She had wanted to wear this dress for some time but had never had the guts to try the bras that the top required. But tonight, there was no pressure, no danger. It was just her dad. It would be completely innocent.
Caroline rushed back to her bedroom. Tom was lying on the bed, his shoes off, reading his book. He looked up as she came in.
“What’s taking so long, anyway? I thought you made the reservations for 7:30.”
“It’ll be all right if you’re a few minutes late, Tom. I just have to find the right bra for Marie to wear.” She dug around in her lingerie drawer for a minute or two, and then straightened up with an exclamation of triumph.
“Aha! Here it is.” She held it up in plain view deliberately. She wanted her husband to see what his girl would be wearing under her dress.
Tom stifled a gasp. He remembered that piece of lingerie. The front was sheer, with tiny red roses embroidered into the material. The cups held only half of each breast, leaving the entire front bare. It had been some time since he had seen Caroline wearing it, but the memory had remained seared in his brain.
“And here are the panties which go with it,” she smirked, holding up sheer briefs in the same design. Tom quickly diverted his gaze back to his book. But he was shocked to feel a swell of blood rushing to his groin. Still, he put it off to the effects of the memory of his wife wearing the revealing intimates. It couldn’t have anything to do with Marie wearing them tonight.
Marie, for her part, was delighted when she saw the garments her mother brought to her. She squealed and jumped up to hug Caroline.
“Oh my God, Mom, they are so like completely perfect!”
“Don’t get too excited yet, sweetie,” Caroline laughed. “Try them on, first. If they don’t fit, we’ll have to choose a different dress.”
The eighteen-year old took the bra and panties, then looked expectantly at her mother. Caroline stared back.
“Uh, Mom? A little privacy, maybe?”
“Nonsense, Marie. I would have thought you were past that phase. We’re two grown women here. There’s nothing you have I haven’t seen, you know. And how are you going to tell if they work without an objective eye?”
“Okay, I guess,” the girl sighed, and turned her back to unsnap her plain cotton bra. Her bare back was so slim, so girlish. It reminded the older woman of herself at that age. Oh, for the physical ease of youth!
Marie slipped her arms through the straps of the new bra. She could see at once that it would work with the dress, as the straps were far to the side, outside the curvature of her breasts. Even better, the cups were small enough that they wouldn’t show at the neckline. But as she settled her boobs into the bra and hooked it in front, she was astonished at how little the cups actually covered.
“I, uh, I think it might be too large,” she said, disappointment in her voice.
“Let’s see, Marie,” her mother replied. The girl turned around, blushing a deep red. Caroline smiled to herself. Perfect.
Her daughter’s breasts were just the right size and shape for a bra like this. It acted like a shelf on which the pert mounds could rest, providing excellent support without coverage. Her nipples, hard with the embarrassment and the cool air, pointed slightly upward. The small areoles around them were deep salmon in color. There was no chance they would be seen in the dress.
“Oh, no, my dear. That’s just the way it should be,” she smiled, encouragingly. “Try the dress on now.”
Marie smiled back, unsure of herself. Once again, she shrugged her way into the dress. She adjusted it around her bust and looked at herself in the mirror.
“Oh, wow,” she murmured. The girl looking back at her looked terribly sophisticated in the dress. The décolletage revealed the shallow valley between her breasts, the inner curves pushed slightly together by the bra, creating slightly more cleavage than she normally enjoyed. Still…
“I’m just not sure, Mom. Should I be wearing an outfit like this to go out with Daddy?”
“Are you afraid he’ll spend too much time staring at your boobs?” The two women laughed at the thought. “No, don’t be silly. It’s just for fun, that’s all. And if Daddy thinks you’re sexy, just think what other guys would think.” Caroline was definitely enjoying herself. The idea was to plant seeds. Time and careful nurturing would bring them to bloom.
“Quick now, get the panties on as well. You still have your make-up and hair to do, and you’re already going to be a little late…”
Tom paced around the living room. He did not like to be late. It was almost 6:30 now, and it would take at least ten minutes to get to the restaurant. But it was typical of Caroline, he knew. She always had to have everything just so, and nothing would persuade her to move any faster. Still, for crying out loud, it was just dinner with his stepdaughter.
“All right, Tom, I know you’re impatient,” he heard his wife say. “But may I present your date for the evening?”
He turned around and froze in shock. It was like his mind was seeing two things at once. On the one hand, the young woman standing before him was obviously Marie, his beloved stepdaughter. She had the same face, the same eyes, the same hair he had seen for years. The instinctive paternal love he always felt for her swelled in his heart.
But, on the other hand, she was as attractive a young woman as he had ever seen. Her soft dark brown hair was loose around her pretty face. She had subtle make-up on that emphasized her large blue eyes, her delicate nose, her pouting lips. The dress she was wearing showed a good deal more of her chest than he was used to seeing. In fact, it looked like the inner half of each of her breasts was completely uncovered. He wondered how the dress managed to stay decent.
Marie giggled at the sight of her father’s face. This was fun! He looked awfully cute himself, dressed up a little more than usual with a blazer over a nice shirt.
“Turn around, dear,” her mother encouraged. “Show yourself off to your Daddy.” Neither father nor stepdaughter caught the quiver of excitement in her voice as she spoke. She knew she would have to be more in control of herself. But she had to allow herself a frisson of anticipation. This was, after all, the perfect start to her plans.
The girl did as she was instructed, performing a neat pirouette on her toes. The dress flared up briefly, before she settled back down facing her father. He had caught a glimpse of her lovely legs as she spun, and he wondered if she were wearing the panties that matched the sexy bra Caroline had unwittingly (he thought) shown him. Then he berated himself for thinking of his stepdaughter in such a way. She had just dressed up to have a nice night out with him. It was all completely innocent.
“Well, then, my date,” he said, gallantly extending his arm to the vision of feminine youthful beauty. “Shall we go out for dinner?”
“Silly Daddy,” Marie said, but her voice had affection in it.
“Have a good time, kids,” Caroline said in a motherly kind of voice. “And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”
Marie and her father walked down the path to the driveway. Tom opened the car door for his stepdaughter, and as she sat down, her dress pulled up. Her long shapely legs were once again displayed for him before she rearranged herself. God, he had to keep his eyes under control here.
He closed the door and walked around the back of the car to the driver’s side, taking a deep breath to settle himself down. It was like being back in high school again, that strange exciting breathless feeling, a mixture of apprehension and anticipation.
Marie had not noticed his glances. But she had never felt so sexy, so desirable. It was a combination of the knowledge of what she was wearing under her dress (and, oh my god, wasn’t it crazy that her boobs were bare under the thin dress?) and the way her father had stared at her when she came into the living room. Her young heart was pounding with excitement. But it was so nice to be able to feel this way on a date with her father instead of on a date with some guy from school. At least here, she knew, nothing would come of it. She didn’t have to worry about that. She could just enjoy herself.
As her father sat down in the driver’s seat next to her, she noticed that he was smiling.
“What’s so funny, Daddy?”
“No, what is it?”
“Well, I just couldn’t help but smile at what your mother said,” he grinned as he turned the car on. Marie tried to remember exactly what her mother had said as they backed out onto the street.
“You mean, ‘don’t do anything I wouldn’t do?’ What’s so funny about that?” Tom was silent as he put the car into drive and started down the street.
“Uh, I don’t know if I should say, exactly.”
“Come on, Daddy! You can’t leave me hanging like this!” Marie punched him in the arm lightly.
“Ouch,” he groused, laughing. “Okay, okay! I just mean that there really isn’t much your mother wouldn’t do.”
“Huh?” Marie looked at her father, confused. “What do you mean?”
“Let’s just say that your mother is pretty adventurous.” Marie stared at him. He looked over at her and rolled his eyes. “Come on, Marie. Do I really have to spell it out?”
“Oh my God!! Mom?! Like what? What sort of adventurous things?”
“No, Marie. I won’t say. Those things are between your Mommy and me.”
Marie felt a twinge of jealousy, but it was repressed so quickly she never felt it consciously. After all, these were her parents. And this was just a night out with her Daddy, nothing more. But still she felt unusual, sort of tingly.
The rest of the car trip passed by uneventfully. Tom was glad to see that they were only ten minutes late for their reservation. He helped Marie from the car, his eyes guiltily straying to her legs again as she stood up, but her dress remained in place this time. Offering his arm to her, he walked her across the parking lot to the restaurant door.
The place was a quiet Italian restaurant Caroline and he had been to once, a few years back. The tables were small, with space between them, and candlelight provided all the illumination. The ambience was highly romantic, and Marie’s girlish heart melted as she walked in on her handsome father’s arm. It was like a scene from a movie. She laid her head against his strong shoulder.
“Wow, Daddy, this is nice. Have you ever been here before?”
“Uh, yeah, Princess,” Tom replied. His mind was suddenly filled with an overwhelming memory: his wife sitting on the sink in a restaurant bathroom, her skirt up around her waist, her panties dangling off one foot. He was standing between her legs, his hard cock thrusting into the depths of her. She had her head thrown back, her face contorted in pleasure. God, had that been here? Maybe Caroline had forgotten.
“Yeah,” he stuttered, coming back to himself. Marie was looking up at him, concerned. “Sorry, honey. Yeah, we came here several years ago. It was good back then. I hope they still serve oysters.” He realized he was babbling and forced himself to stop.
“Oysters? I’ve never had them before.” Marie wondered what her father had been thinking of. He had been far away for a moment or two. But before she could ask him, the host came over and brought them to a little table in the back of the restaurant.
They settled into their seats and glanced at the menus. Tom felt unsure of himself. The evening had just begun, and he had no clue what he should talk about with his suddenly grown up stepdaughter.
“Would Signorina and Signor care for some wine?” The waiter proffered Tom the wine list.
“Uh, sure, I guess. Marie? Would you like a glass?” Marie stared at her father. Had he forgotten she was only 18? Or was he just trying to treat her as a grown-up? Either way, she wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
“Yeah, I would. Whatever you want to order.” Best to let him make the choice, she thought. He was the caterer around here.
“We’ll have a bottle of the 2004 Felsina Chianti, please.”
“Excellent choice, Signor.”
Tom looked back at Marie, and confusion filled his brain. Had he just ordered a bottle of wine to share with his underage stepdaughter? He laughed to cover up his confusion.
“Do you mind sharing some wine with your old Dad?”
“Not at all,” Marie smiled. How cute he was. So unsure of himself. “And you’re not that old, you know, Dad.”
“I don’t know. Thirty-eight’s not that young.”
“Most of my friends have fathers in their fifties,” Marie said.
“I guess I did get started young. But now I’m just a broken-down stud, taken out to pasture…” He sighed dramatically, and Marie giggled. How silly he was. She couldn’t help but compare him with the guys at her school, and she realized how favorably he came out.
The waiter brought the wine. She watched her father carefully as he participated casually and expertly in the ritual of tasting the wine. The label presented for inspection; the cork pulled and examined for signs of decay; the wine decanted; the glass swirled, the bouquet inhaled, the mouthful thoughtfully imbibed. Finally, he nodded, and the waiter poured what seemed like a huge amount into her very large glass. She picked it up and looked at the deep burgundy red of the liquor.
“It’s a pretty bold wine,” her father said.
“Whatever that means,” she teased, smiling at him over the glass. Tom couldn’t help but appreciate the way she looked at that moment; the candlelight and the wine made her appear older than her age. Her eyes looked sultry in the half-light; the smile quirked on her lips almost looked flirtatious. But he must have been imagining things.
She took a little sip and rolled it in her mouth, feeling the acrid bite of the wine on her tongue. A warmth spread through her body as she swallowed, a feeling that enhanced the giddiness she was already feeling. She liked the way it felt, and she took another sip.
“Easy, honey. We’ve got the whole bottle ahead of us,” Tom laughed. He had unconsciously picked up on the change in the atmosphere, and his concerns about sharing alcohol with his stepdaughter had disappeared. She was clearly old enough. You could tell just by the way she looked.
“Look, Dad! They do have oysters on the menu. Can we try them?”
“Sure. I’ll teach you how to eat them properly.” Tom found it strangely easy to talk with Marie, now. Before, he had always been worried that he would come off as too fatherly, or conversely, as too desperate to appear young and hip. But now he felt more like they were equals. It was a combination of the wine, the atmosphere, and the way she was dressed, he reasoned. No worries about a weird kind of attraction developing.
Marie, for her part, was amazed at how sweet her father was. He had always seemed distant to her, this man who was so important to her, but whom she barely knew, she realized now. Instead, he was charming, funny, and so handsome… Well, she had known that for a while, she supposed. Her friends had commented on it to her in the past. She had just wrinkled her nose at them. But now…
She watched him as he talked about the catering business. His face was so expressive, his dark eyes alive with the pleasure he took in his work. And, she thought, as she took another drink from her wine glass, he was well-built. His chest looked so broad, so firm. She wondered what it would look like right now without that shirt on. It was strange, but her nipples felt hard against the soft fabric of the dress. She felt flushed, warm. It must be the wine.
“Your oysters, Signor and Signorina.”
The plate of oysters on ice was placed between them. They were open, swimming in their brine. Marie eyed them nervously.
“What are you supposed to do, Daddy?”
“, there’s nothing to it, honey. You just lift up the shell and dump everything in it into your mouth. Chew it softly a few times, then swallow it. Try and savor it. Here, watch me.” Tom showed her how it was done. Marie watched him, then took a deep breath.
“Okay, here goes.” She picked up one of her own and made a mock scared face at her father. Keeping her eyes on him, she put the shell to her mouth. Then she took the contents into her mouth. It was salty, of course, but there was a sweetness there as well. Chewing on the soft and moist shellfish released more of the sweet flavor, and she let it roll around in her mouth, over her tongue for a few seconds before finally swallowing.
“Mmmm. Not bad, Daddy.”
“I’m glad you like it, sweetie.” She tried another one, then giggled.
“Is it true that oysters are aphrodisiacs?”
“Uh, I guess that’s what they say,” Tom stuttered. Marie fluttered her eyes at him.
“What are you trying’ to do, Mister? Are you trying’ to get into a girl’s pants?” His thoughts suddenly flashed to a vision of the panties he suspected she was wearing, those see-through sheer panties with the embroidered tiny red roses. And would he see hair there? His stepdaughter’s pubic hair? Oh, Christ, what was going on here? Why did he feel that familiar surge of urgency in his groin? Tom slurped an oyster down to cover his unaccustomed feelings.
But Marie just giggled again. He was incredibly cute. She thought maybe he had blushed at her flirtatiousness. This was fun!
“Seriously, though, Daddy. Why do people say oysters make you want to like get it on?”
“I guess… well, what I’ve heard, it’s because they look like… well…”
“Like what?” She looked at him, laughter dancing in her eyes. “Come on! Tell me.”
“Well, like a woman’s place. You know, down there.”
“Daddy!!” She laughed outright. “Jeez Louise, Daddy. You don’t have to be so shy. We’re both grown up here.” He had to smile at that. “‘Down there…’ For crying out loud.” She shook her head, rolling her eyes.
“Fine,” he laughed, finally. “If you insist. It’s supposed to be sexy because it looks like a vulva.”
“Hmm. I don’t think much of that either. Vulva is so clinical. Don’t you have any better names for it?” She was enjoying being so naughty, so flirty. Her whole body felt alive, tingly, electric. And much of that tingliness was centered, well, ‘down there.’
Tom’s heart was beating hard, and the sensation of urgency he had felt before was coalescing into something far more disturbing: arousal. His sex felt thick, straining. But there was a seductive quality to the moment, a quality near impossible to resist. He knew he should be more circumspect, fatherlier. But he didn’t want to.
“I have lots of names for it, Marie,” he said, now meeting her gaze directly. “I don’t know if they’re better or worse. You’ll have to tell me.”
His gaze went deep into her. It felt like a shock of lightning running through her. She swore that she could feel it run down her spine right to the very center of her sex. It was more than fun, now. It was downright thrilling, like being on a roller coaster.
“All right,” she whispered, holding his gaze. Her hand twisted a strand of hair, an endearing and familiar habit now suffused with an extra layer of sensuality. Tom took a deep breath.
“Kitty.” Marie’s eyes widened.
“That’s cute,” she said. “But I don’t think it’s the right word for this situation.”
“Too old-fashioned,” she said, wrinkling her nose cutely. Tom was enjoying himself immensely. He had no idea he could be so open with his stepdaughter. He decided to ignore the way his cock was throbbing in his pants. It was just a by-product of the sexy talk. It had nothing to do with his stepdaughter.
“Okay. How about pussy?”
“Now we’re getting somewhere,” she said, breathlessly. The hand that had been playing with her hair trailed down onto her chest. “That’s sexier. Sounds more like what an oyster might look like.”
“Some people use another word. One that’s more explicit.” He was feeling daring. Would she allow it?
Unconsciously, Marie had let her hand slip down onto the swell of her breast. She could feel her hard nipple under her fingers, and thoughtlessly she teased it lightly through the thin dress. How wonderful it was that she had this particular bra on tonight. It made it so easy to do this. She never wanted this to end.
“Really? More explicit? What is it?”
“Cunt,” he whispered. Her pupils dilated, and she shuddered.
“I don’t really like that word,” she murmured. “But it feels right for this. Oysters are sexy because they look like a cunt…” Tom gasped at hearing the word from his innocent stepdaughter’s mouth. She looked so sensual just at that moment. Her eyes were half-lidded, her lips moist and parted, her chest moving up and down with her shallow breathing.
And he could see one hard nipple pressing against the front of her dress, the shape of it outlined by the soft material. Once again, he was reminded of the bra she was wearing, the bra that Caroline had chosen for her. He imagined his stepdaughter now, her dress down around her waist, her young firm breasts presented for his delectation.
“But I don’t really understand, Daddy,” Marie said, a little line appearing between her brows. “I mean, a pussy doesn’t look like that, does it?”
“Haven’t you ever looked at yourself, honey? Haven’t you ever used a mirror?” She nodded enthusiastically.
“Uh huh, sure I have. But mine doesn’t look like this. Here, let me show you.” For one crazy moment, Tom thought his sweet stepdaughter was going to stand up and lift up her dress for him to see her mound in the sheer panties. His cock pulsed, hard, and he knew he had just let a stream of pre-cum soak his boxers. But instead, she pulled a pen and a scrap of paper from her purse.
“This is what I look like,” she said carelessly, quickly sketching, and then turning the paper around for him. She felt so open, so daring, so excited. She had certainly never thought she could be so wild with her father.
Tom looked at the paper. It showed a quick outline of a young pussy, just a line down the middle with a little vee at the top, with two large parentheses around it. His hand dropped into his lap, and he unconsciously squeezed his erection. This was too insane.
“Well, Marie, honey, I suppose that’s what it looks like most of the time.” He smiled at her innocence. How sweet she was, how unspoiled. “But we’re talking about a pussy that’s aroused. That’s excited. Do you understand?”
“Oh. Oh!” She looked down at her drawing, then at an oyster. She blushed, prettily. “Oh, wow. I’ve never seen an excited pussy before. Do they really look like this?” She held up an oyster.
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