Felicity

Felicity's asshole may not have been tight but her gripping hand was. So it was over within seconds as I shot my load, five times what her little balls had produced, onto her belly. I looked down, cross-eyed, as some of my jism pooled in her belly-button.

"Goddamn!" I exclaimed, after the fact.

"I wasn't expecting that," my daughter said. "That soon. Look at all of it..."

She dipped slender index and middle fingers into it and brought them, thickly dripping, to her lips.

"I LOVE the taste of cum," she said, dipping a second time. "But this is so profound. This is the same seed that created me! Unreal! What time is it?"

Hunh? Her nonsequitor caught me off guard. Come to think of it, she'd been catching me off guard for the past hour. I looked left—at the bedside clock.

"It's about 10:45," I said. "Why?"

"Oh, god. I need to get going. Would you mind cleaning me up?"

No, dear, I thought, as I scuffed heels to the bathroom. I let the water run until it turned warm and then bathed a washcloth in it, and rinsed it out. Then, head buzzing again, or still, I brought it back to the bed and gently wiped my daughter's lower abdomen off and, even more gently, her precious little male genitalia. She lifted her legs and I wiped her crack clean of lubricant. Even her ass-crack was beautiful!

She thanked me for the second time.

"You can't stay?" I asked, hopefully.

"I can't. I met this guy on the plane last night and I promised him I'd meet him for lunch."

"Dinner, then?" I pleaded. "My treat?"

"This guy seemed like the wine and dine type. Sorry, dad."

Dad. I could feel my heart breaking. Literally. I decided to continue pleading my case after we returned downstairs. And there I stood, in sweatpants, watching my naked daughter quicky and methodically pull on panties, hose, blouse, skirt and then sit, edgewise on the chair, to reattach her stylish shoes' thin ankle straps. She led me to the front door.

"You're welcome to stay here overnight," I offered. (It was more of a plea.)

"Thanks, daddy. But I imagine I'll be spending the night with this guy. Besides, I booked a hotel room."

Felicity flashed a smile. When, during all this, had she found time to refresh her red lip gloss? And where did she keep it? She wasn't even carrying a bag!

"You see," she said, "I'm afraid I inherited my mother's appetite for having one-night-stands with complete strangers."

"Well...make him wear a condom then," I said, trying to sound halfway fatherly for the first time in my life. In our lives.

"You're one to talk! Daddyo!" Felicity laughed.

Then my daughter did the unexpected. She leaned over and planted a very sloppy kiss. And I thought a hole was going to melt through my right cheek. Tears flooded my eyes.

"Bye," she said.

It was only after I'd opened the front door for her that I realized, blurrily, no rental car was parked in my driveway.

"How did you get here?" I asked.

There was no reply.