Broken Fences (Closed for silvertongue217)

Miranda Taylor stared out the window. Her mind blank, her dark green eyes trailing the rain drops that slid down the side of the town car. It had been five years since she'd been back home and though she talked to her mother every day, Miranda couldn't help regret all the times she declined her mother's request to come for a visit. She always had an excuse. A business trip, unable to get out of one obligation or another, but it was all a lie. Well mostly.

It took a few years but Miranda had finally found her footing in the independent graphic design game. It was mostly consulting out of her home office but she occasionally had to fly out to meet clients who needed a more hands on approach. Her only employee was her assistant so overhead was low and allowed her to live a very comfortable lifestyle with a townhouse in Olde City Philadelphia, a Tesla that she barely drove, and all the designer shoes she could fit in her second bedroom/walk-in closet. Aside from a nearly nonexistent personal life, she had it all together.

At least until that awful phone call in the middle of the night two weeks before. She almost didn't get out of bed. It was a rare occasion that anyone called her after 10 pm, expecting come client emergency she begrudgingly pulled herself out of bed and put on her glasses. Her blood ran cold when she saw her father's number flash across the screen. They never talked these days and he certainly wouldn't be calling for a chat at 2 in the morning. She answered the phone already thinking the worst.

"Daddy?"

"Randy...it's your mother..." He broke into sobs after that last word, but he didn't have to tell her any details. Her father wasn't a crying man so what ever happened must have been devastating. So devastating that he couldn't even pick her up from the airport the next morning, leaving the horrid task to her idiot cousin Todd who showed up two hours late wreaking of pot. He wasn't so stoned that he couldn't give her the details of what happened.

They'd gone dancing. Her father hated it but he loved her mother so once a week they went to the Elk's Lodge for a evening of two stepping and pot luck. It was a tradition in her little hick hometown mostly because there wasn't much else to do on a Friday night since football season was over. She hadn't been feeling well all that day, Miranda remembered her complaining about a cold when they spoke that morning but of course she refused to stay home. Stubborn as a mule was how her father described her mother. "But I always liked a challenge," he'd say with that little wink of his. He convinced her to allow him take her home early and put her to bed. Some hours later he woke up to her having a seizure in bed next to him. She regained consciousness once in the ambulance and once more at the ER but that was it. By the time Miranda got there, she was unresponsive and the doctors were saying there wasn't much they could do but keep her comfortable.

Her father was a wreck so Miranda had no choice but hold it together for both of them. She saw to it that her mother's end of life plan was followed. It was heart wrenching watching her father sob as they disconnected all the machinery that had been keeping the love of his life going for the last few hours. Then it was just the three of them, in silence. Waiting. Miranda took her mother's right hand and her father took her left, kissing it gently every few minutes and whispering reminisces of their 40 years together. How a young Maddy Garrety skipped stones better than all the boys in fifth grade and was the only girl on the little league team her father coached.

"Best knuckle ball in the county," he said with a tearful chuckle, without looking at his daughter. "She beaned me once and I was instantly and terribly in love."

Twelve hours later the love story was over and Madelyn Taylor took her last breaths surrounded by the two people that loved her the most. As shattering as it was, Miranda managed to keep it together long enough to call her assistant with a list of things to ship home. She couldn't leave her father to take care of everything, even if her mother had meticulously planned everything. The obituary written. Burial plot paid. Flower arrangements. Her resting outfit. All of it. "Your Daddy can't be bothered with such trivial things as paperwork. If it wasn't for me he'd be buried to his eyeballs in debt with that shop of his," she been told more than once and even at a young age Miranda knew it was true. All Miranda had to do was make the calls to set everything into motion.

Now two weeks later Miranda sat in the limo beside her father who had just buried the only woman he'd ever loved and she couldn't even bring herself to hug him to ease his pain. All she could think of was how quickly she could get back to her life, how long before she could run away from the feelings she'd pushed down since that summer before she left for college. But then he grasped her hand were it lay on her lap and she couldn't keep it together anymore. Miranda broke down in the arms of the only man she'd ever loved.

It was a rainy day

I watched not saying any thing hands crossed in front of me my eyes locked on the coffin. The rain bet down my head but I couldn’t bring my self to care instead letting the greys in my temple darken to almost black as I watched my wife of 30 years lowered into the ground. I felt my heart clench but no more tears came out. Of course it made sense I was all cried out from this whirlwind of events. I wasn’t a crier my wife often joked that it would take some thing major to finally unleash the flood dams. I had laughed at her joke playfully nudging her before giving her a kiss.

Now I wish I had stolen more of those kisses

The priest was talking but it was more for my wives sake then my own. I had a hard time ascribing to her faith I was a military man and a mechanic I dealt with machines that ran on common sense. I preferred the simplicity of a machine then to abstract things like god and the world. My wife understood and bless her heart never pushed me, instead she would hold my hand while she prayed and afterwards tell me what she prayed for. Even if I didn’t believe I found comfort in the fact that my wife was looking out for us.

Just like she always had

I felt the tears beginning to burn away at my eyes but made no move to dab them away. I wasn’t afraid to cry for my loss or let the small people gathered see my tears. Most of them were part of Maddy’s church and even though I had met all of them a few times I didn’t really know them. Still there support was kind and they were my wife’s friends…. So I put on my “nice” face.

They were lowering her which caused my daughters hand t tighten on my bicep. I grabbed her hand giving it a firm squeeze as we watched and the priest finished his words. It was sad that it had taken her mothers death for us to see each other again I felt a stab of guilt a sadness that things were this strained between us. I loved my daughter my angel just as much as I loved her mother.

And that was the problem

I pushed that particular thought away and instead wordlessly held my daughter as they finished. I could tell she wasn’t in the mood and neither was I so before any one could begin to come up to us I grabbed her hand and gently led her away. She had ben so strong through this helping make the arrangements as I floundered. I felt bad for leaning on her so much that I had let my grief outweigh hers. She was making arrangements to stay with me and I resolved to help her through it and push the lingering feelings that had torn us apart before she left away.

No matter how hard it was

It didn’t take her long before she was burying her self in me and crying. I did my best to console her as we drove back home wrapping my arms around her and rubbing her back as we raced on by. I felt a rush of feeling and cried with her joining her. I did my best to console her rubbing her back and rocking her until she fell asleep exhausted from the events of the week.

Our family home came into view the ranch house standing proud on the rain soaked hill. I thanked the driver and stepped out wrapping my black jacket over her and carrying her inside. I made a beeline to her room which had ben preserved for her since the day she left for college. My wife was always making sure it was clean and ready for her in case she came home or was able to get away form her busy successful life.

I laid her down and sighed stroking her hair. I did some thing I had often done in her sleep to her before. I kissed her lips lightly and tucked her in grabbing the handmade wolf stuffed animal we bought her when she was first born and sliding it into the notch in her arms. I smoothed her hair out one final time and turned leaving and going to my small little office. I avoided the bedroom my wife and I shared like the plague I was by no means ready to see that.

I went into my office ignoring the pull out bed and grabbing a simple pair of jeans and a T-shirt to change into. I got dressed and walked outside heading over to the barn. My wife had a few animals she liked to take care of, a horse, a few chickens, and a pair of sheep. Of course I had Scarlet who came running up to me her white fur brisling as she tentatively walked over and assessed me with her red eyes. She was an albino pup who no one thought was going to make it except me. I took care of her nursed her back to health and she had been my silent companion ever since.

“Deeds been done girl” I said dropping to one knee and scratching her ears “Mama is gone”

She let out a mournful little bark licked my hand and turned going over to my workspace/ mad scientist room. I followed after her rubbing the back of my neck. I hit the radio and put on me and my wives song before setting to work trying to get lost in the machines I had such a knack for.

I woke up a few hours later with the overwhelming desire to take a shower. Probably because I was still in my funeral dress, stupid fucking stockings and all. I sat up slowly, my eyes drifting around the room I grew up in, still clutching the wolf I had for as long as I could remember. It still smelled like her. The whole house did. In odd combination of the lavender she grew in her garden, engine grease from the shop, and vanilla. I took a deep breath and put Boofy down before I pushed myself up.

I told my assistant that I'd be off the grid for at least another week, having promised my Dad I'd stick around long enough for him to settle in without Mom. I knew it would take longer than that but I couldn't give up my life simply because he refused to handle the business side of life.

At least that what I kept telling myself.

My luggage had arrived a few days before and I'd yet to unpack. It was only a couple of suitcases and my electronic bag but there was so much else to do that I didn't have time to settle in. To be honest I didn't want to, but I promised my father and I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I left before he was ready. It had stopped raining at some point so I opened all the big windows. I was in desperate need of a smoke and a drink, but I didn't need my Dad judging me about my bad habits. After a quick shower, I pulled on one of my old cross country t-shirts and running shorts then went down to the kitchen in search of booze. My parents didn't do wine so I settled for a bottle of High Life and the half bottle of Jack, crept back up into my room to sneak out onto the roof like I used to 10 years ago.

It was still wet but I didn't mind. Somewhere in the middle of my second cigarette I laid back, looking up at the sky. The whiskey was long gone and I nursed the beer until it was too warm to drink. "So many stars." I heard the slur in my speech and giggled a little. "Who knew I'd miss the sky?"

I worked for about an hour losing my self in the parts and the music. Scarlet kept by my side the entire time being my silent companion. I alternated between thought of my daughter and my wife both haunting me in their own ways. I couldn’t shake either one of them.

Nor did I really want to

It was a strange feeling to be so in love with two different woman especially when both were so similar and so different at the same time. My wife was and my daughter could have been twins and sisters if it weren’t for the difference in age and yet they did have their differences. My daughter was like me a spitfire some one who liked getting her hands dirty. My wife was very different in those regards don get me wrong she was by no means a “girly girl” but she didn’t like getting dirty if it didn’t involve gardening.

How was I to know all those times I had encouraged my daughter to work with me that I was feeding a beast that wouldn’t rear its head for years to come. How was I to know I was quipping my daughter with the tools to get under my skin to tempt and tease me in a way I had never experienced.

How was I to know I would fall in love with her

I stood up wiping the grease from my fingers suddenly angry. Here I was my wife dead and buried not but a few hours and I was already thinking about…. THAT time. The period of months leading up to my daughters leaving for college a time when the lines had been blurred more than they ever should have.

Oh and blur they did

“Going crazy” I muttered to Scarlet shaking my head “I really am”

Scarlet didn’t say any thing so I let the matter go turning and glancing outside. The rain had stopped and night had fallen leaving a silence that I found soothing. I was about to go back to work when I stopped spying my daughter on the roof. I couldn’t see what she was doing but I frowned grabbing my shirt and pulling it back on without buttoning it. I strode across the ground with Scarlet at my heel entering the house and gesturing for her to stay before I clambered up the stairs. I reached her roof and sighed spying the whiskey bottle and picking it up. I tossed it into the garbage and then popped my head outside trying to keep my vice neutral as I noticed her smoking.

“Put that shit out and get inside” I said my voice coming out gruffer than I attended “Come on sweet heart let me attempt to cook dinner for you” I said trying to make my voice soft and joking.

"You just buried my mother, now you want to bury me to," I said before I took the last drag from my smoke and shoved the still smoldering butt into the empty beer bottle. I gave it a swirl to make sure it was out before I tried to stand. The world tilted a little for a moment and I took a few deep breaths before I got to my feet. "I finished your Jack," I mumbled as I got to my feet, trying not to notice how well the years had treated my father. He might have been a little softer around the middle but he was still had the build of a man who worked hard for a living.

I slammed my eyes shut as I felt the butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I wasn't ready for this, not yet. I shouldn't have drank so much, but I couldn't stay outside so I took ginger steps towards the other window, not wanting to get too close to him. There was a crash as I stumbled into the window, my eyes still closed I neglected to compensate for the desk underneath and sent my lamp crashing to the floor. The lamp my dad and I built together out of some random parts he had in his garage.

"Aww, what the fuck I loved that lamp," I slurred, wobbling a little as I squatted down to pick up the pieces. I knew he was watching me and I could feel the hard glare on my back but I didn't turn around. I was crying again, and trying desperately to keep them in. He would try and console me, hug me, and I didn't trust myself if he pressed his strong body against me.

I shouldn't have drank. And I couldn't hold it in any more. I flopped down hard on my butt, my face in my hands and sobbed. My body rocking back and forth. Drunk tears are the worst tears. They always come with snot, strangled wails, and incoherent babble. But I couldn't help it. I'd just lost my mother and here I was ogling her husband. My father, but I couldn't help it.

My heart broke

I had never been able to handle a woman crying but even more so when it came to my daughter and my wife. The mere sight of a few tears was enough to break me and send me rushing to console or grant whatever they wished. Yeah I was a push over and I freely admitted it.

Seeing my daughter on her ass (and trying not to think of how nice of an ass it was) caused my own tears to well up. I wordlessly picked her up pushing thoughts of dinner and cleaning up her mess away. I placed her into the bed and clambered in after her.

“Its okay” I said kissing the back of her hair and sliding my hands around her protectively. I rocked her slowly murmuring words of comfort and love. I tried not to think about my feelings for her and focus only on comforting her as a father would.

I began to softly hum to her Phil Collins come hush your crying and it will be all right. It was her lullaby when she was a baby the one I sang to her whenever she was upset. It was a love song in its own way speaking of bonds and a love so powerful nothing could come between it. I had never sung it to her mother instead keeping it as a thing for her and her alone.

My breath caught as I felt his arms around me. I should have pushed him away, knowing that at this point I couldn't separate his fatherly soothing from the advances I fantasized he might make one day.

But I didn't, allowed him to lift me to my feet and lay me down in bed. I knew it was wrong, the desire to press my body against his but I couldn't stop myself. Still sobbing, I arched my back, my ass flush against the crotch of his well used work jeans.

And he smelled so good. Saw dust and machine grease. And sweat. That cheap cologne he only wore on special occasions.

His chest vibrating against my back as he hummed that song in my ear, in an attempt to soothe me but it did nothing but cause my conflict between my brain and the rest of me. His breaths on my ear, the scratch of his well maintained beard on the back of my neck. It was too much for me to bare, but I couldn't bring myself to pull away.

"Daddy...we can't...we shouldn't be like this," I said quietly once my sobs died down. But still I didn't move away. It had been so long since he held me, I didn't want it to end.

I felt her ass settling against my crotch and tried to pay it no mind instead continuing to hold her. She was my daughter and I was going to console her even if it meant ignoring the darker side of me. I continued to sing to her my hands running up and down her sides. I had done this for her throughout her childhood and teenage years. Of course back then it hadn’t involved the feelings I was feeling now but I was determined not to pay it any mind.

“Yes we can” I said firmly at her words burying my head in her nose and kissing the back of her hair “There is nothing that says a daughter gets to old for her daddy not to comfort her you are what’s most precious to me and you know that”

I realized her tears were finally gone but made no move to leave. I instead pulled her tighter to me rocking her gently. The realization of how long since I last held my baby girl caused my breath to catch in my throat.

“I love you honey you know that right? I do with all my heart”

"Of course I do," I said with a sniff and wiped my nose with the sheets. I fought the urge to turn around, unsure of what might happen if I looked him in the eye. But still, what he said made me grin a little. "I never questioned that Daddy but...it's just...I think that's the problem. That's what makes this so hard for me. Being here and seeing you without Mom to keep me sane. This is all my fault..."

I let the thought trail off, remembering the father daughter fishing trips we took the summer before I went off to college. One in particular when my Dad gave in to all my pestering about having a taste of his beer.

"It's not like I haven't drank before Daddy," I told him. All the other times I got a stiff denial but not that time and for the life of me I couldn't figure what had changed. We powered through a twelve pack together and I was good a buzzed. At some point we stopped fishing and I lay back on the grass as we talked about my teenage bullshit. How we ended up on the topic of hot dads I don't recall but I remembered divulging to my father that more than a few of my girlfriends had crushes on him. He fervently denied it and at some point I blurted out, "Well I'd do you...if you weren't my Dad, I mean." Some would call it a Freudian slip but that would mean that I wasn't conscious of my own very real crush. By then dear old Daddy had become a major player in my masturbatory fantasies and I'd even spent a good amount of time creeping outside their bedroom listening in on how much they loved each other. Of course I didn't tell him all that but still things changed between us after that.

Now, here we were closer than we'd been in a long time trying desperately to avoid the elephant in the room. And worse, I couldn't help the way my body responded to his touch. Goosebumps ran down my arms as his fingers grazed my side. The feeling of his warm breath on the back of my neck sent pleasant shudders down my spine. My ass pressed firmly to his crotch as a sort of silent invitation and my pussy quivered with anticipation.

But it was wrong. My brain knew it. The rest of me just didn't care.

I felt my heart stop at her words. I knew what she was talking about even if I didn’t. After the vents of the summer I tried convincing my self that she didn’t feel the same way to convince my self that I was in the wrong. I tried my best to ignore all the flirting the touches, the looks, the curl up on the couch with very little clothing on. I tried to convince my self that it was all in my head or that at the very least the attraction was one sided.

I was a fool

“Oh pixie” I said using my favorite nickname of hers as I breathed in her short hair “Its just as hard for me… It always has been even when your mother was here it was hard for me”

Speaking of hard

He felt her ass pushing against his bulge and he groaned closing his eyes. He tried to will it away thinking of ever not sexy thing he could think of but it refused to budge instead pulsating inside my pants like a beacon. I bit on my lip and sighed feeling the slight bump of her piercings on her nipples and trying not to let my mouth water at the thought of seeing them.

“I love you so much” He said keeping his eyes closed “I’m in love with you I have been since that summer”

"You have to stop saying that Daddy...please stop saying that," I whispered, feeling the steady throb in his crotch. I wanted to grab it. Take it in my hands and show him how much I'd been thinking about it all these years. In my mouth. My ass. Anywhere he would give it to me. "I've always hated that name," she said with a giggle, finally turning to look at him. "But you always thought it was so cute. I'm a big girl now Daddy, Randy's the only nickname I need."

I smiled up at him and for a moment there was no anxiety of what this might become. I was just a sad girl accepted her father's unconditional affection. I put my hand on his cheek, ran my fingers through his salt and pepper beard. "I missed you so much," I told him with a sad smile.

“I” I said stammering as she turned presenting her face to me. Her hands were on my bard stroking it in a way that made me question if she had ever been with a bearded man before. It made me jealous however so I pushed it away instead letting my self get lost in the pleasure of her touch.

Until it was to late

“I’ve missed you” I breathe out my voice husky as I leaned in unable to stop my self. I kissed her gently on the lip my tongue sliding into her mouth as I sampled the booze on her breath. My hands were already sliding down my large hands grabbing her pert little ass and pulling her against me as I passionately made out with my daughter.

"Daddy, don't," I breathed into his mouth but still I didn't push him away, especially when I felt his rough hands on my ass. My back arched as I gave into him, my lips parted easily, suckling at his tongue as my hips rocked against his hard on.

It felt too good to be wrong and I moaned wantonly as my father made love to my mouth with his. My hands tugged and scratched at his beard. I let out a little giggle as it tickled my chin. I wanted more, to touch all of him and my hands drifted down to slip under his tattered work t-shirt to run my nails against his surprisingly soft skin.

When I got to his belt I hesitated, unsure of how far this moment should go but I couldn't help the way my fingers traced the bulge in his jeans. I wanted to touch it, to see up close what I had peeked at so many times before.

"Can I see it," I whispered against his lips, my eyes closed, preparing to be rejected again.

“Don’t stop” He whispered catching her lips in another heated deep kiss. He pushed her hands away instead popping the belt himself and fishing is cock out. He pulled it out and let it fall heavy and thick pulsating with need.

He kissed her again deeply his tongue snaking back into her mouth. He eagerly thrust his cock at her but made no move to put her hands on it. He waned her to touch it, no needed her to. He was overcome with lust seeing things through a haze that allowed him to stop thinking of her as his daughter and instead as a woman.

A woman he had lusted after for years

The sound of his belt loosening was like music to my ears and I couldn't wait to get my hands on it. I gripped it in both hands, slowly working it between my fists as we made out furiously.

But still I wanted more, now that I knew it were possible, I couldn't hold back anymore. One hand on his thick cock, I used the other to work my shorts down around my thigh, exposing my simple cotton gray boy shorts. They were pretty snug and a very prominent wet spot started to form as soon as he lay me down. I rolled onto my back without detaching from his lips to wiggle my shorts down the rest of the way and spread my legs, all the while jerking my father's thick heavy cock.

"Touch me Daddy please..." I heard myself beg between kisses, my voice quiet but heavy with need. My hips thrusting ever so slightly in rhythm with my hand on his shaft while my other reached up under my shirt to toy with one of my hard nipples.

“Oh god” I said tipping my head back moaning as her hand encircled my shaft. I was so over come with the pleasurable sensation of a woman tending to my shaft ( and even more so because it was the object of my desires) that I didn’t even notice she was undressing at first. It wasn’t until her shorts slid past me that my eyes snapped open and I ogled he prominent wet spot as she begged me to touch her.

“Of course pixie” I murmured groaning softly. I reached out stretching my fingers out and running them over her flat belly before dipping my hands into her panties. My nimble fingers danced before finding her pussy expertly finding her clit and beginning to tease and play with it. I had considerable skills at teasing and touching a woman (or so my wife claimed) skills I quickly put to work teasing touching and caressing my daughter with the intent on giving her the best damn sexual sensation of her life.

My cock was bucking and pulsating in her hand but I ignored it instead using my other hand to tease her nipples. I felt the cool metal of her nipple piercings and played with them clearly showing it was a turn on for me.

"I didn't think you'd approve of those," I moaned as I spread my legs wider for him. It was like a dream, my wildest fantasy come true, to have my father touching me. My nerves were on fire and I bucked my hips against his fingers. "Mmm Daddy more...please don't stop...it feels so good," I said between short burst of breath.

My hand on his cock lost it's rhythm as he expertly flicked and batted at my clit. I remembered the sounds that came from my parents' room some night, the sounds my mother made and imagined the naughty things he had to do to elicit such a response. Wished that he would sneak into my room some nights.

And now here we were. His throbbing cock in my hand, dripping pre-cum on my thigh as he played my little pussy with his fingers made dexterous from years of working on machines.

"Ohhh Daddy I'm gonna cum...please don't stop...make me cum for you Daddy..."

“Oh god I cant I cant” I said groaning and closing my eyes moaning as the feelings over took me. I broke my cock jerking and twitching madly in her hands before my cum shot out coating her hand arm and her mound. I couldn’t stop it from flowing bucking the entire time as I shot the biggest load in my life.

I finally felt it subsiding and my eyes snapped taking in the situation. My daughter beautiful and naked covered below the waist in my cum her fathers, my hand on her pussy greedily playing and teasing it, and a picture of my wife on the bed side table a picture of the two of them together.

It broke my heart

“I’m sorry” I said tears forming on my face “I’m sorry”

I jumped up not bothering to grab or say any thing. I rushed out of the room closing the door behind m before heading to my office. I rushed in locking the door behind me before collapsing on the bed. I finally broke falling onto the bed as the tears escaped me flowing freely

One minute he was shooting his load on my thigh and the next he was in tears, gone from room and slamming the door behind him. I was afraid of that, of his rational mine returning but oddly enough I didn't feel bad about it. I couldn't keep the grin off my face as I smeared the string of pearls he left on my thigh. My Daddy's cum and I moaned as I sucked it off my fingers.

There was some closure with that door slam, that perhaps that was all I would get and I was fine with that. The crush that I had been harboring for my father had been consummated. Would I have rather he fucked me to sleep only to be awaken by his hard cock in my back, or tapping at my lips would be even better, of course but the world was an imperfect thing.

If it were the man that I had been in love with all my adult life wouldn't have been responsible for bringing me into it. My mother would still be alive.

But it wasn't. My mom was dead and buried, leaving me and Daddy to pick up the pieces. I rolled over, looking at the picture of us. I might have been 16, before any of this mess with my father. Still the mostly innocent country girl with big city dreams. But that little girl was gone now and so was her mother.

"Don't worry Mommy I'll take good care of him," I said just before I drifted off, half naked and sticky with my father's cum.

I woke up the next morning feeling surprisingly light and refreshed. I must have slept a good 10 hours which was nearly unheard of for me. I'd forgotten how quiet the nights were out in the sticks. With a giddiness I hadn't felt in years, I realized I missed it. I jumped out of bed with purpose, took a shower, and brushed the drunk out of my mouth. I called my assistant to let him know that I was back in business would remain in my childhood home indefinitely. My Daddy needed me and I wouldn't runaway again.

Once I finished setting up a makeshift office in my bedroom, I got dressed in stretch pants and a tank top. My intentions were to a go on a run to sweat out the rest of the booze but when I went out into the hall and noticed my parent's room empty, I changed my plans.

Down in the kitchen I made a pot of coffee and took an inventory of the pantry and fridge. Given the situation, there wasn't much so I left my father a note and headed to the market.


I got a little emotional getting into my mom's truck but I took a few deep breaths and had a smoke. That settled my nerves enough to start the engine and drive down the long driveway

Waking up the next morning was hell

I didn’t have a hang over but my combined emotion and physical state had left me feeling like I got significantly smashed the night before. I stayed in bed for as long as possible keeping the door shut and burying my self in the cool covers. I tried to bury my lf both from the world and my thoughts.

I couldn’t stop thinking about her

The night we shared, our time together, and the sexual tension that finally proved to much for even father and daughter. The guilt I felt last night was even more so in the harsh light of day threatening to undo me. I didn’t know how I would ever face my daughter again much less visit my wives grave. I brought shame to the family nd the worst part was….

It felt so fucking good

I heard her moving about the house and starred t the door trying not to go out and have a repeat of the night before. What was wrong with me? The lust was still there the desire for her that led me to such wickedness the night before. I didn’t dare go out instead waiting until sh left before hesitantly opening my door.

The smell of coffee hit me causing me to smile and glance over at my daughter’s old bedroom. I went up stairs quickly cleaning the booze out of her room and taking great care not to touch the bed. I did however grab a pair of her panties trying ont to think to much about it as I stuffed them into my pants and turned to leave.

That’s when I noticed the desk

It was set up the computer off but clearly set up. Was she staying here? No….. She wouldn’t would she? After last night she should be running for the hills! Not moving in…..

I gulped nervously I would never deny my baby girl her home but after last night I just couldn’t let it happen again. I would have to deal with my lust as best I can being the stronger of the two.

I got dressed pulling on a pair of faded jeans and a simple white T-shirt. I got a pot of coffee and went outside tending the animals gain before joining Scarlet in the workshop. I started taking apart the old Chevy getting lot in its parts and maintenance.

I saw the door of the shop open and assumed my father was inside avoiding me. I didn't blame him, simply unloaded the groceries and set about making a big breakfast for us to enjoy. Blueberry scones, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, and fried potatoes. It took me a while since it had been some time since I made such a large meal but everything came out perfect. I loaded up a plate for him, poured a tall glass of orange juice, and loaded it all on a tray to take to him in the shop. I figured sharing a meal with me after what happened last night might be too much for him to bare so I gave him an out.

"Morning Daddy," I said with a knock on the door. Scarlet rushed over to me and ran circles around my feet, excited to see me. I set the tray down on the cleanest surface and kneel down to greet her properly, scratching behind her ears until she laid down so I could get her belly. "That's my good girl. I missed you sooo much. I've got some work to do but how about when I'm done me and you go for a run for old times sake." She let out a bark at that and jumped to her feet. "Not now...when I bring the leash," I told her with another scratch, my eyes on my father.

"Eat Daddy," I told him with a smile, fighting the urge to go to him. I didn't want to freak him out anymore than he already was so I kept my distance but did my best to make it clear that I wasn't upset by his running away from me. "I'll be back to get the dishes in a bit. I wasn't sure what you'd want for dinner so I got enough stuff to make at least all your favorites so think about it and let me know," I said before I left him alone.

I didn't want to crowd him and plus I had to clean up the breakfast mess. Once that was done I headed up to my room to answer the fifty or so emails that had accumulated in my absence. I set up a few video conferences for later in the week and sent my assistant a list of files he needed to send me. It was a surprisingly productive day, given the circumstances. The only hindrance was my parent's dated wi-fi system. I called to upgrade it all, cable, internet, and wi-fi before I went out to collect my father's hopefully empty plate.

I was half way through rebuilding the car when she came in. I stiffened watching as she acted as if nothing was wrong and placed my plate of food. I starred at her trying to figure out how she felt about last night but she didn’t say any thing instead asking me what I wanted for dinner before turning and leaving with Scarlet tagging along.

“Thank you!” I called out for my food before I took I and sat down. I ate looking back at the house and trying to figure out what was going on. She was staying and cooking for me? After all that I did last night? It was clear that she liked it as well but I thought after the sexual desire melted away she would have hated me or felt I took advantage.

Yet she was asking me what I wanted for dinner

She knew how big of a deal this was for me. Her mother bless her heart had a way of… dictating the household. She wasn’t a dominant in the bedroom (besides liking to ride during sex and only ride) but she was in the household managing every thing. It was some thing I had grown to love and hate about her. It was hard to deal with after a while especially when he wanted to have some say in things even if they were as simple as what was for dinner.

He got up wiping his hands and heading back to the house. He walked in and showered before coming to her room wearing just his towel. He made sure to peek his head in so she couldn’t see his naked body.

“Uh Steak would be nice for dinner pixie” He said feeling awkward about it before rushing into his room to change.

"Steak it is then," I said without turning around. "I'll get started as soon as I'm back from my run."

I'd heard the shower going, pressed my ear to the door. Even put my hand on the knob but I didn't go in. It would have ruined everything, so I went back to my room and laid in my bed still stained from our intimacy from the night before. It wasn't enough but it would have to do. But as soon as I heard the door open I jumped in my chair and feigned working. Whether or not he noticed that the screen was black was of very little concern once I heard his heavy footfalls move away from my door.

"Ready girl," I ask Scarlet and she popped up on her hind legs, her tail thumping like mad against the carpet. She followed me down to the kitchen where her leash hung by the door. It was a quick run, just a few laps around the property but it was enough for me to break a sweat and for Scarlet to be worn out for the rest of the night.

Once she was watered and fed, I set up the grill and seasoned the steaks before I went to take a quick shower. My hair was still wet and sticking up all over my head as I pulled on a long cotton nightgown. It stuck a little to my dewy skin, clung to my breasts and hips in a way that might have been tempting to my father but I didn't think that was a bad thing. Not forcing it and not trying were two very different things in my mind. I threw the steaks on the grill with a few ears of corn and a couple foil wrapped potatoes. I planned to make a salad when it was all done so I grabbed a beer and headed outside to lounge with a smoke while I waited to turn the steaks.

I watched he go off on her run trying my best to not make it creepy (even though I was staring at her from a window) I watched my tongue flicking out and running down my lower lip as I admired her long legs and-

I noticed my twitching cock and sighed taking it out at the same time I pulled out her panties. I sniffed them and watched her run as I stroked my cock. It wasn’t the greatest but it was belter then falling prey to my desires again.

I continued to stroke my cock not stopping until I was close to coming. I wrapped her panties around my cock jerking into them and imaging in my own sick way her wearing them. It was enough for me to burst soaking her panties in my cum and causing me to sigh in relief. I was so lost in it that when the door slammed announcing her arrival I jumped moving away and forgetting about the soiled panties on the floor.

I pulled my shorts on and paused at the door waiting until I heard her in the shower. I finally thought it was safe enough and came out going down to my rec room and lunging with a beer. I heard her cooking and frowned once again taken back by the smell of steaks. Why was she cooking what I asked for? It perplexed me and if I was honest

Turned me on immensely

I set the table, in the hopes that my father would be comfortable enough to share a meal with me. It felt weird making only two places, almost like a date but I didn't light any candles or open any wine, just set the places where we always sat.

With all the food finally on the table, I went up to my Dad's office to let him know it was ready. I crept up the stairs and headed to his bedroom. I called out to him but when he didn't answer I figured he might be taking a nap so went inside, my intention to wake him gently but I froze in the doorway.

There were my panties on the floor under the window. The cum embedded in the cotton wasn't even dry yet and I couldn't help but grin. He'd watched me run and it turned him on so much that he used my panties to help him cum. Granted I would have rather been wearing them when he did it but it made the thought no less satisfying. I had a naughty thought but decided against it and started to leave.

"What the hell," I mumbled to myself before I grabbed them and pulled them on. His load was still sticky and the fabric adhered to my labia almost immediately. Would it have been better to have my panties soiled from a load he'd given me internally? Of course but I would take what I was given and enjoy it.

"Daddy," I called out to him as I came back down the stairs, headed to his second favorite place. I smiled when I saw him sitting in his chair with a beer but again I kept my distance. "You having dinner in here or at the table?"