Becca and the Beast

"Honey. Just like you call mom. I like that!" She said, pressing her lips to mine. "I mean, yeah, I've gotten guys off with my hand and mouth...But, Dad, you're the only one I've had between my legs."

So many questions whizzed through my mind. I didn't know where to begin. All the tats? The piercings? Had I really just spoiled my daughter's youth? Seemed impossible. The fucking tats! It all seemed to fade when she squeezed my cock. Hair dangled in my face. I moaned as I tasted her tongue. She broke away and beamed sharp eyes.

"Dad...Was I ok for you?"

"You were more than ok, honey. But I better get back to bed. We can never talk about this, you understand?"

Becca rolled onto her back and sighed. I should have left, but found myself rubbing her thigh instead. There were some things I just had to know.

"So, was I...bigger than Chris?"

"Chris? Yeah, easily. Although not Ja- Ugh...Yeah...you were."

"But not who? Becca?"

She reached across to get something off the locker. The sight of her ass made me forget everything. I squeezed it and felt warm semen ooze across my fingers. Opening her flip phone, she slid down my body.

"A pic? So I can show the girls. They'll never know who it's attached to."

Part of me wanted them to know.

"Get the balls too, honey" I said as my daughter snapped a variety of shots.

The phone lid closed and her warm mouth slid over my cock.

"Good girl. Make daddy all clean again."

"So, you're home for the entire week?" she said.

"Hmm, yeah," I said, pushing her head back down. "Did you uhm...Did you throw out that old school uniform of yours?

She shook her head with me still in her mouth. I finally exercised a little restraint and pulled her up to me. I kissed her and slid out of the bed.

"We've pushed our luck enough for one night. Get some sleep, honey."

"Not gonna tuck me in?" Becca teased.

I smiled as I left the room.

***

Joining my wife, the cool mattress was pleasant to my sweat-soaked skin. It looked like Helen hadn't stirred at all. A major sexual itch scratched; sleep wouldn't be far away. My phone vibrated on the locker. Flipping it open, I read my daughter's message.

'For those long, lonely drives. Remember what's waiting for you at home."

The accompanying picture was as sweet as her words. It was Becca clad in most of her old school uniform. I exhaled loudly and made sure Helen hadn't turned. Scrolling up, I scanned some older pics Becca had sent while I was on the road. I guess I'd told myself they were innocent enough. It was only natural that her tits got bigger. Who was I kidding? They were suggestive enough that there was no way in hell I was gonna show the other guys. She was my daughter. Mine.

It was hardly a surprise that I was pitching another tent. Cumming only once was never going to satisfy a weeks' worth of pent-up horniness. I didn't bother checking on Helen. She was comatose -- and quite useless to me. The pillow was cool behind my head. The phone snapped shut. I slid out of bed and followed my cock.