Replacing Mommy

Daddy kept licking throughout my orgasm, an orgasm I wasn't sure was ever going to end. The orgasm kept spreading through me like a forest fire that was completely out of control.

Finally, the pleasure was too much, his licking too intense and I pushed his head away as I weakly said, "Please, no more."

He stopped and chuckled softly, "You really are just like her."

He moved up to me and kissed me again. I could taste myself on his lips and it only enhanced the out of body experience.

I hadn't lost my virginity, but I had become a woman anyhow.

We kissed for minutes, his hands eventually roaming my body: my shoulders, arms, breasts, and stomach.

I wrapped my nylon legs around him and rubbed them all over his back and ass, sensing this would turn him on... sensing it was what Mom would do.

Then I decided I wanted to get fucked.

No! I decided I had to get fucked.

Fucked by the man I loved.

Fucked by the man who set the bar too high for anyone else.

I had to fuck my Daddy.

Now!!!

I broke the kiss and asked, "Did Mommy ever give you nylon foot jobs?" It was something I had read about in some story I read online somewhere.

He looked at me surprised. "Huh! Oddly, that is something she never did."

"Well, we better change that," I purred, as I pushed him up and saw that his cock was semi-erect.

I moved my feet to it and awkwardly put both feet on it. I slowly masturbated his dick as I asked, "Does this feel good, Daddy?"

He moaned, "It feels amazing, honey."

"Can you get hard for me, Daddy?" I asked, even though I could feel his stiffness growing between my feet.

"Already there," He nodded, as he grabbed both my feet and began pumping his dick between them.

I purred, "Oh yes, Daddy, fuck my feet. I want to make you happy, Daddy."

"You've always made me happy," he smiled, sweet as he always is.

"Well, then I want to make you rapturous," I teased.

"You and your SAT words," he chuckled.

"I can be a sexy nerd can't I?" I smiled, with a wicked smile.

"Oh, you are all that and so much more," he nodded, as he kept fucking himself with my feet.

"Will you fuck me, Daddy?" I asked.

"You sure, honey?" he asked, a look of concern on his face.

"I've never been surer of anything in my life," I answered, and it was true. He was the first man to fit my criteria for a perfect man... because he was that man.

"Your first time should be special," he said.

"It will be," I said, "It will be with the only man I have ever loved."

"But," he began.

"Please, Daddy," I begged, my pussy desperate to feel a real cock inside it. "Please, I want to lose my virginity to the man I love more than anything else. And that man is you."

"Oh, honey," he said.

I moved my feet away from his cock, spread my legs and begged, "Please, Daddy. Please, make love to me."

Those seemed to be the magic words.

The words that convinced my father to take my virginity.

He moved back between my legs and warned, "This may hurt, honey."

"I've been practising with the toys Daddy," I admitted, "and I long ago broke my hymen with a glass Pepsi bottle."

"Not Coke?" he joked.

"But it was Diet," I quipped back, before adding, "now I want the real thing," playing on an old Coke slogan.

"Always witty," he laughed, as his cock rubbed up and down my already very wet pussy lips.

"I learned from the best," I moaned, the teasing driving me wild.

"Like father, like daughter," he smiled.

Unable to resist, I teased, "I got that from Mom."

"You brat," he chuckled and then slid his cock inside me.

"Oh yes," I screamed again, as his dick filled me.

"So warm and tight," he moaned.

"So big and right," I rhymed, the geek in me coming out even during losing my virginity.

"I love you, baby," he said, as he towered over me.

"I love you too, Daddy," I said back. The moment was so tender and sweet. A moment that stands etched in the memory for a lifetime.

He leaned forward and kissed me again as he began to slowly make love to me.

I kissed him back, our tongues exploring every crevice of each other's mouth.

Time stood still as we made love.

Time stood still as two became one.

Time stood still as father and daughter became something else... lovers.

I wrapped my nylon-clad legs around him and used the heels of my feet to pull him deeper into me.

He shifted from slow and steady to faster.

He shifted from making love to fucking.

He broke the kiss, lifted himself up and looked me in the eyes.

No words were spoken. Just an unspoken understanding as we saw into each other's eyes.

Our breathing increased as he slammed into me.

Our breathing increased as I began to buck up to meet his forward thrusts, our bodies colliding together like two cars in a head-on collision... except with much better results.

Our breathing increased as our second orgasms built simultaneously.

"I want you to come at the same time as me," I moaned, wanting to feel him shoot inside me.

I worried he would protest. I was worried he would be worried about getting me pregnant. But he just nodded and said, "Me too, baby."

We kept staring into each other's eyes.

We kept fucking each other, the urgency increasing with each collision.

And then we got insatiable.

"Oh yes, Daddy, I'm going to come," I declared, knowing I couldn't hold back much longer.

"Me too, Princess," he admitted, sweat dripping off his brow.

"Oh yes, Daddy, now Daddy, fill me up Daddy, now, now, now!" I screamed as I felt his cum explode inside me just as my own cum attempted to get out as my orgasm hit.

"Aaaaaaah, yes, baby," he groaned as he deposited his cum deep inside me.

I never felt more alive than I did at the moment as I milked his cock and allowed his cum to explore inside me and race to my womb.

I knew I was ovulating.

I knew the risk I was taking.

Yet, I didn't care.

That's not true. A part of me hoped one of his millions of sperm found a way inside my egg. That way this night would be forever enshrined. That way maybe I could be forever with the man I loved.

Maybe I could completely replace Mommy.

When he pulled out, I felt wetness flood out of me like the river Nile.

He rolled onto his back and I cuddled into him.

No words were spoken.

We both just knew.

Everything had changed.

.....

Epilogue: A year later

It's our first Halloween party as a couple.

It's our first Halloween party in the town we moved to nine months ago.

It's also Jules' first Halloween, too. Although at three months old, I'm not sure she really has a clue what is going on.

Of course, no one in our new town has a clue that I am his daughter... they all think that I'm his wife. After all, I have the same last name as him.

THE END