Father's Fall from Grace Pt. 06

I touched my phone and the dim light made me squint. 3:24am. I had been awake for every minute of the night so far. Too much on my mind to sleep. Fuck this.

I rolled out of my bed as quiet as I could, careful not to wake Samantha and went to the closet. I stood tall, reaching up, feeling around the top shelf for a moment until I heard a hollow tap. I pulled down the small wooden box and made my way out of the room and down the stairs.

I sat at the kitchen table lit only by the light of the Moon and opened the small teak cigar box my father passed down to me. A deep breath in through my nose. I smoked a lot of pot in my younger days. Not so much anymore. But marijuana was part of my ritual on restless nights where sleep was hard to find and harder to keep. It smelled good.

I broke down the flower, putting the buds in a small red grinder and setting the stems off to the side. With a couple twists of my wrists, the flower was broken down into something I could roll. Before long I had neatly rolled joint. I grabbed the lighter, pushed myself back from the table and unlocked the sliding door that connected the kitchen to the deck in the backyard.

The night air was cool on my bare skin. I took a seat and lit the joint. A big breath in to pull to fill my lungs with smoke. I looked up and before I could breathe out, there she was. I exhaled long and slow, smoke billowing out into the night sky.

Andy was standing at the open sliding glass door in only a dark blue t-shirt, a white cotton thong and ankle socks. I let my head hang for a moment. Fuck. I looked back up, offered a tired smile and nodded for her to come join me out on the deck. She stepped outside and turned to slide the door closed behind her. Her ass was supple, yet toned. It looked incredible in the pale moonlight. She turned back and bounded quietly over to me. When the security lights came on, she froze.

I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. The lights weren't bright enough to wake anyone sleeping in the house. As long as no one else was up, we were fine. "Come here," I waved her over and she closed the distance until she was standing right in front of me. I took another long drag and held it in, admiring her perfect body. "You're up late," I spoke softly as I blew the smoke off to my right.

Andy beamed down at me, enjoying the way I was admiring her body. "I'm sorry I've been so quiet since... what happened last week," she started. "I thought you might need some space."

"Well, you're dating my daughter," I said, mildly annoyed. "I don't know if that counts as space." I put the joint back to my lips and took another long pull.

Andy took the joint from my fingers and pushed me against the back of the wide, padded chair. She took a long hit and then climbed up on my lap, straddling me as the security lights clicked off. She could feel how hard I was for her, her pussy radiating heat against the bulge in my pajama bottoms. I rested my hands on her hips, looking up at her patiently.

"Yeah. So, I'm really sorry about that," she started, putting the joint back to my lips. "I wanted to talk to you about that, actually. About everything that's happened between us."

"Honestly, I've just resigned myself that you're going to be the end of me," I said only half joking.

Andy smirked and wriggled on my lap. "Well, I have a confession to make." She blew out the smoke and looked back down into my eyes. "You promise you won't get upset."

I laughed quietly and looked off into the distance, and then back to her. "I'm not promising you shit, Andy. But you can tell me. I'm listening."

Andy didn't know how to begin. "Well... I was mad when I found out about you, about what happened between you and my mom. I mean, really mad." Even though her words were heavy, her tone was still sweet, sincere. "I thought about it for weeks. I wanted to make you feel the way I felt. I wanted to hurt you and I fantasized about how I could do that."

I stared up at those God damn eyes. Part of me wanted to push her off of me and tell her to get the fuck out of my house. But part of me was curious. "Go on."

"When I met you that first time, I fell hard for you. Sure, you're a hot older man and your body is incredible. But sitting there and getting to know you, you had so much compassion and love inside of you. For your wife. For your daughters." She looked away for a moment, ashamed. "It made me jealous. I wanted you to feel those things for me."

Things were coming into focus. Starting to make sense.

"Andy... I'm so sorry about what happened between me and your mom. You did not deserve to grow up without knowing who I was. I wish with all my heart that I could take that back."

"I know you do, Dad," She giggled. "You might be the sweetest man I've ever met. It makes sense that you wish you could take responsibility and protect me from growing up without you." She was still smiling, but a single tear rolled down her cheek that she wiped away as quickly as it appeared. "But when you told me about the girls I just got so jealous. I wanted to be your daughter." Her hands were on my forearms now, holding onto me like this might be her last chance to tell me what was in her heart.

"But meeting Mia... Meeting Samantha and Liz... You have such a beautiful family. You really do."

"Andy..." I wanted to comfort her, to pull her close and hold her against my chest while she let out everything that she'd been holding onto for so long. But it wasn't my place. Andy was seeking forgiveness. To confess to her father the things she was ashamed of and let them blow away like smoke in the cool night air. And so I held my tongue.

Andy continued, "I've always been sexual. I probably got it from you. So when I tried to hurt you, to hurt your family, I used my sexuality to do it." She looked down to find the courage to continue.

"But somewhere along the way, I realized that... I love you, Dad. And I love the family you've created. I didn't want to destroy it anymore. I wanted to be a part of it."

Another tear rolled down her cheek. This time I reached up and wiped it away with my thumb. "I love you too, babygirl." My face tensed as I fought back the thousand tears I didn't realize I had for my daughter. Andy saw my face contort and leaned forward pressing her lips to mine. We kissed for a long while. It felt like the last kiss we were ever going to share and once it began, neither of us wanted it to stop.

Finally she put her forehead against mine and took a breath. "I just want to say that I'm sorry, Dad. About all of this. You didn't deserve to have your life turned upside down."

I paused for a beat, savoring the taste of her mouth on my lips. "If you would have told me a month ago all of this would happen, I would have fought with everything I have to protect what I had," I spoke softly and deliberately, making sure the words were right.

"I was asleep. I locked a part of me away because I was afraid. I lost my edge. But I didn't realize how important that side of myself was. You woke me up, Andy," I smiled at her through my own tears now.

"So, for as fucked up as everything has become, I want to thank you for that."

We sat there in the quiet dark, feeling one another for what could be the very last time. My hands began to explore her body, celebrating the exquisite beauty that was my daughter. She rocked her hips on my lap and let me finally have a moment to connect with her in a way that was primal, yes, but also patient and intimate. When I squeezed her ass softly, she shivered and bit her lip.

After a long while I broke the silence. "I think it's time for us to get back to bed, babygirl." Andy nodded and climbed off my lap. She turned towards the door and then pivoted back to me, reaching out. I took her hand and she led me back inside. I closed and locked the sliding glass door. She hugged me tightly.

"Thank you, Dad." I squeezed her back.

Once back in bed, I closed my eyes and passed out. It was the best sleep I'd had in a long long time.

*****

Samantha was up early and there was a lightness to her mood she hadn't felt in quite some time. She found herself lost in the memories of the night before. Some good and some bad. But she couldn't help but smile to herself when she thought about the way her husband took care of her. He really did love her. And she loved him. It had been a long time since she felt that truth in her bones.

She sipped her coffee, lost in her daydream when Mia's bedroom door opened and Andy came walking out, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She stopped with a start when she saw Samantha. "Oh, hey!" Andy was still half naked from the night before and she attempted to sheepishly cover herself up.

"Hey yourself!" Samantha said with a big grin. She grabbed a mug from the cupboard and started to pour. "How do you take your coffee?" Sam glanced over her shoulder appraising Andy's half naked body.

Andy relaxed a bit, "Um.. Just a big pour of heavy cream. Thanks." Samantha poured the cream and set Andy's mug on the table next to hers. Andy took a seat, picked the mug up in her hands and brought it to her nose. "Mmm... that's the stuff."

"Where's Mia?" Samantha asked, looking into her daughter's room.

"She has class. All day. She said I could sleep in," Andy said, taking a sip. "I'll be out of your hair very soon," she giggled nervously.

Samantha put her hand on Andy's knee. "Don't be silly. You're the most interesting partner Mia's ever had. And the sexiest I might add. It's been fun having you around," Samantha felt a tingle and squeezed her legs together discreetly. Andy was sexy. It wasn't hard to see what Mia and... Eli saw in her.

Andy looked down at Samantha's hand lingering on her thigh and she was instantly wet. She looked back up into Sam's eyes, "You and your family have been such great hosts. It's been really special getting to know you guys. Mia's very lucky." Not a single word a lie.

Samantha licked her lips, "Mia is very lucky." Andy was putty in her hands and she could tell. She decided to play with her a little. What was the harm in a little flirtation. But deep down Sam understood what was happening here. Even if she didn't know the details. She had a terrible purpose. She knew what had to be done. It felt like she was fulfilling some prophecy.

"Has Mia introduced you to her collection?" Sam asked with a bit of perverse curiosity.

Andy tucked her straight black hair behind her ear. "Umm... What collection?"

Sam scooted closer and put her hands in Andy's lap. "No one knows that girl better than me. I heard you two fooling around before dinner last night." Andy turned bright red and squeezed her thighs tight, making honey in her panties. This time, Samantha saw the effect her words were having. Maybe it was wrong, but being in control of this young girl was intoxicating.

"Come here, Andy. Come sit in my lap."

Andy's mouth was slightly open and her eyes were glazing over with lust. She couldn't think straight when she got this horny and it always seemed to get her into trouble. Andy stood up and Sam got a good look at her flat tummy and athletic waist. She turned around and presented her ass for Samantha to admire. Samantha spread her legs, opening up a spot for Andy to sit. "Does it turn you on know I heard you moan and cum around a ball gag last night?" Sam slipped her fingers down under the waistband of Andy's white thong. Sam learned the answer before Andy spoke.

"It... it makes me feel like a whore to know you were listening to me cum." Andy said as her eyes rolled back and she rolled her hips for Sam to push her fingers inside. Her clit was throbbing with a terrible rhythm.

Samantha kissed her neck and sucked on Andy's ear as she finger fucked her own daughter's girlfriend. "I want you to be a whore for me, Andy. Can you do that for your Mommy?" Sam had always been a slut for family roleplay, but this was the first time she'd ever even considered herself as anything other than Daddy's girl. Mommy was powerful.

Andy nodded. "Yes Mommy." She shivered as she felt Sam's fingers circling her clit, and then pushing in deep to tease her hole.

"Anything you need. I'm your little slut."

"Good girl, Andy," Samantha growled in her ear. "Stand up." Andy got back on her feet and followed her new master. Getting passed around like a family toy was making her pussy stupid and wet. Mommy led her up to Daddy's room.

*****

"Wake up, Daddy," Sam's voice was low and sensual and it made my morning wood expand against the comforter bunched around my groin. "I have a surprise for you." I rolled over with puffy tired eyes and tried to get my bearings. Sam was laying naked next to me with one hand kneading her heavy breast and teasing her nipple. She reached for my cock with her other hand and traced her finger tips around the tip.

When I saw Andy standing behind my wife on the other side of the bed I jumped. She was naked accept for that cotton thong down around her thighs. Her fingers teased her little clit in small circles. "Jesus, Sam. What the fuck!" I called out in utter disbelief.

"Surprise Daddy," Sam said as took me around the base and squeezed. She milked a large bead of pre from my tip-slit and leaned forward to take me into her warm mouth. I just laid there up on my elbows watching my daughter masturbate for me, getting sucked on by my wife.

"Mommy told me to be a dumb little toy for my Daddy to enjoy," she said in a little girl voice while she rubbed her cunt for her father's amusement. She was fucking me up. "Does this make you happy Dad?"

I looked down at Sam and she smiled at me with her lips wrapped around my shaft. She pulled my crown out of her mouth, "I thought you deserved a little treat for taking care of me last night." She swallowed me whole and gagged herself.

"Baby... What about Mia?" I asked.

Sam pulled off again and spit her throat cum along the top of my shaft, rubbing it in with her hand. She looked back at Andy. "You can keep a secret, right Andy?" Andy nodded as she pushed her fingers inside. "Besides, Mia's one of the kinkiest girls I know. If she found out, she'd probably get off to the thought of her parents playing with her girlfriend."

That pushed Andy to the edge and she began to shake. "Hands up, Andy. Remember the rules," my wife commanded. "You don't get to cum until Daddy's satisfied." Sam looked back to me with a wicked smile and sucked on me again.

"Yes Mommy," Andy convulsed, quietly letting her orgasm recede.

"Come here," I called to my daughter, gesturing for her to crawl between my legs and join Samantha. Andy kept her thong around her thighs and climbed onto Daddy's bed. I looked in my wife's eyes and she could see the fire burning in me for this young girl. "I want you to teach her how to blow bubbles for Daddy."

Sam smirked like a bad mom and wrapped Andy's hair into a tight bun behind her head. She guided my daughter's face down into my lap. My cock was already slick with Sam's throat cum. Andy looked up with those fucking eyes as she took my cock into her mouth. Sam forced my cock down Andy's throat and held her down until she started to wretched. Once. Twice. And then her tonsils made honey and it came spitting out the sides of her mouth and down her chin.

"Good girl, Andy," I said as she attempted to swallow all 9 inches, over and over. She was making a fucking mess. Syrupy drool all down my balls and asscrack. Blowing thick bubbles every time she'd make herself gag for her own Dad. The bed was soaked beneath me.

Sam used Andy's head as a jack of toy while she leaned in and kissed me deeply. "I love you Daddy," she purred against my mouth. Something about that sent Andy over the edge and she lost control of her little pussy. With her Daddy's cock down her throat, she shook violently and squirted her cum back on the bed behind her. Sam looked at me, mouth a gape with a twisted smile starting to form. When we met all those years ago Daddy was very strict and very rough. I could tell she wanted to see the old me, and so I obliged.

I replaced Sam's hand, making a fist in Andy's hair and lifted her up so she was on her knees with my other hand around her throat. "Is this what you wanted, Andy?" I stared through her as the last of her orgasm rolled through her body.

"Fuck... Yes, Dad," she groaned, barely able to keep her eyes from rolling into the back of her head.

I forced her down onto the mattress, using my body to wrestle her into the corner of the bed. Sam moved off to the side to watch the show. She rubbed her cunt while her husband dominated her little toy.

I stacked Andy onto her shoulders, her hips above the rest of her torso, offering me full access to her messy little slit. I mounted her and forced my cock down inside her slutty little fuck hole. I stuffed her full and found my tempo. My hips came down hard on her again and again, smashing her body into the bed.

"Dad... Please..." she could barely form the words. "I... I'm going to cum ag--"

I cut her off. "Don't you dare, Andy." Our rough love making a loud clapping sound each time my big frame impacted her petite body. "Don't you dare. I can promise you... you'll be so sorry."

"Oh fuck.." That pushed Sam over the edge. She clambered over and squatted over Andy's head. Sam rubbed her clit hard, back and forth until she began to squirt her nectar in Andy's face.

"Argghhhhh..." Andy groaned as she fought against her own nature. To her credit, she was obeying my command.

I was taking out every ounce of frustration my daughter had made me feel over the last 2 weeks. It was time to give Andy her reward. I sank my cock in deep, every inch inside Andy's tight pussy. It pulsated inside of her, right against the entrance to her cervix. She could feel the warmth pooling deep in her core. She bucked and shivered and came for her Dad's seed. I pumped rope after rope of thick sperm down deep inside her tummy.

When it was over, we all collapsed together there on the bed. Me, my wife and my daughter. I knew I should have felt shame for the sick man I had become but I honestly didn't care about that anymore. I loved Sam. I loved Andy. And this was my terrible purpose. I leaned forward and kissed my daughter's forehead and pulled my girls into my arms.

We laid there in our mess for what felt like an hour, basking in the fresh memories of our kinky threesome. Every detail. After the energy started to come back down, I told the girls I was getting sleepy. They gave me a hard time for being old as shit. They weren't wrong, but I could still rise to the occasion.

I watching in delight when Samantha knelt down in front of Andy and helped her step into that iconic white thong. She looked up into her eyes and kissed her hip bones as she slid her underwear back in place, covering her my silky love. They got dressed and decided to go for coffee. "I know a place," I said playfully. Samantha offered a polite laugh but Andy knew.

The girls gave me a hug and kiss and headed out. Exhausted, I drifted back off to peaceful sleep.

*****

I awoke with a start to banging downstairs. Something was wrong. It sounded like someone was wrestling in the living room. I shot out of bed naked and rushed through my bedroom door.

From the landing at the top of the stairs I saw 2 men dressed in black clothing carrying my daughter Liz by her arms, tied behind her back. She was gagged and her ankles seemed to be zip-tied together. She was struggling with all her might, but it was no use.

I bolted down the stairs and caught one of the assailants by surprise. I grabbed him around the neck and swung him around, throwing him face first into our fireplace with a crack and thud. Liz fell to the carpet as the second intruder dropped her to come for me.

I turned back to face him just in time. He lunged for me and I took a step forward, closing the distance and grabbed him around his waist. I tapped into my background as a collegiate wrestler and shot my hips forward, lifting the smaller man off the ground and throwing him over my head into the bricks. I turned back to him as he attempted to gather himself, trying to get back to his feet. Before he could, I kicked his head against the jagged bricks and cracked his skull. He slumped on top of his partner.