Train of Thought Ch. 03

AUTHOR'S NOTE

This is a re-post! New readers are welcome! Former haters are not.

Many of you have given such great encouragement and I truly appreciate that. Thanks especially to Thebio_Man from England and Nick0094 for their suggestions. Your suggestions spurred me to write this installment.

For those that did not read chapters 1 and 2, please do so. This story won't make much sense. For those that don't like my stories, remember, no one is forcing you to read this, so please keep the hate to a minimum. All others, thank you so much!

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I awoke the next day with the proverbial smile on my face and was sporting an almost painful hard on. My thoughts drifted to only one person and my mind wandered to the days leading up to yesterday. The tentative bumps while riding on the train to work, the mutual groping, and, of course, the inevitable fucking I did with Erin, my daughter, on the same train we had been riding on all week. I stretched out in my bed and beamed, thinking that the best way to rid myself of this morning hunger was to sneak into her room right now and give her what we both needed.

And then I looked to me left and realized that my wife, Janet, was not there. She had pulled the covers up on her side, a tell-tale sign that she had gotten up for the day and would not be returning to bed. Maybe I could just masturbate for now, reasoning that it would be safer for Erin and I then to risk being caught in her room in our own house. As my hand snaked down beneath the covers and grasped onto my throbbing shaft, I remembered that Janet had said she was going to run some errands and go shopping today! Elated, I bounded out of bed, still fully naked as the day I was born, and padded down the hallway, whistling triumphantly to myself, loud enough to alert the neighbors if they were listening. I was alone with Erin! The clock said 8:36AM in my bedroom—way too early for a 19 year old to be conscious to the world. My heart began to thump wildly as I imagined just how I was going to wake up my daughter. It would be easy enough to crawl up her covers from the bottom, kissing and licking my way to her sweet pussy, smelling her innocent aroma, lapping up her young and fresh juices. I shuddered at the excitement.

I walked past her room and stopped at the top of the stairs. I listened carefully, waiting patiently to hear if Janet were truly gone. I listened for any dishes being moved about, or any washing, or the tv. Nothing. I waited and trained my ears to listen for any movement up and down the basement stairs or any laundry running. Still nothing. I even called out her name, just to see if maybe she were napping or on the phone. Again, nothing.

Smiling like a little boy about to get the whole jar of cookies, I padded back down the hall and opened Erin's bedroom door. Her room was brightly decorated, despite her post-punk phase and lingering posters of emo bands. She had a mixture of pink and white lace décor, cute stuffed animals, and some favorite dolls she refused to give up. But there were hints all over of a Victoria's Secret young woman in here. Only major problem was that Erin was not in her room. My smile melted instantly and I checked the bathroom just in case.

I was utterly and hopelessly alone.

Swearing to myself for my misfortune, I went back to my room and put on some sweat pants and a grey Patriots t-shirt. I hobbled downstairs and found the yellow sticky note on the kitchen counter. Janet had written: "Hon, running some errands and doing a little shopping with Erin. See you for dinner tonight! xxoo - Janet"

I crumpled up the little piece of paper and swore again. Here I was, sporting a hard on for some sweet, tender pussy, and she had taken her away from me. I started to get angry and frustrated. I supposed I could take care of it myself so I could relax, but the thought of saving it for Erin kept me from wasting my lust on my hand.

Then another dreadful thought occurred to me. It was Saturday, date night for me and Janet. Shit. Double fucking shit. Not only would I be denied Erin's company today, but I was supposed to smile and fake it all night long with Janet. Shit. Just my luck. Would I have to wait until tomorrow to get to her again? Fuck my luck.

So I did my best to occupy my day with chores and honey-dos that I had been neglecting for a while now. It was Saturday, so yard work and garage and basement cleaning became my distractions. Yet lingering visions of her sweet, young body riding me on the train would not be denied. By midday I could stand it no longer and grabbed my cellphone to text her.

ME: Where are you and what are you doing?

My heart raced as I stared at my text over and over, waiting for a response. I swallowed and realized my palms were sweaty, so I rubbed them on my sweatpants and stared. I was about to put my phone down, when it buzzed to life.

ERIN: I'm with mom. Shopping.

ME: Having fun?

ERIN: Yeah. I guess.

ME: Thinking about me at all?

Long pause.

ERIN: yes

I breathed a sigh of relief. I was sure Janet was talking her ear off, and maybe a part of me was dreading that spending time with her mother might cause Erin to have second thoughts. Knowing Janet, she probably went on and on about their date night tonight and maybe Erin was starting to feel guilty about their tryst on the train.

ME: Good. Cause I can't stop think about you. Us.

No response. I swallowed.

ME: Having regrets?

No response. I blinked. I licked my lips. My forehead had sweat on it, but I was sure it was from the yard work. My hands shook a little.

ME: Babe?

ERIN: Hi. No. Just busy. Moms with me.

She was distracted, I'm sure. But her hesitation and her reluctance to reciprocate gave me pause. I realized I was pushing right now, egging her on as if I was some love-sick teenage boy. I took in a deep breath again and sighed.

ME: Can't wait to be with you again. Date night tonight, though.

ERIN: I know.

Then my phone buzzed another text. Janet.

JANET: Hi hon. You up?

ME: Yeah. Been doing yard work and cleaning the garage. When will you be home?

JANET: Soon! Buying something special to wear tonight. Can't wait for our date night.

Shit. Did I feel like a complete asshole right now.

ME: Me too, babe. See you soon.

I did feel like shit. I decided to leave Erin alone for now, putting my cellphone down and headed back outside for more mowing. The rest of the day passed uneventfully, yet doubts lingered around me like a gray cloud of despair. What was I doing? I knew what I was doing, I supposed, but I didn't know why. Lust? Pure lust? I loved Erin, of that I was sure. I loved her beyond reason. And it was this lack of reasoning that drove me ever further down my impending doom. I would not stop. I needed her. I needed to have her again!

The night arrived and when Janet and Erin got home, my daughter and I could only share brief glances and shy smiles at each other. Janet insisted we get dressed together. She had bought a new dress for our evening out and had hinted at some special lingerie that she would grace me with.

Dinner came at our favorite restaurant, but it was difficult to concentrate. The usual meal, the usual conversation, the usual decisions and indecisions. It was all so usual to me and I wanted more and more to be with someone else! Sad and tragic, yet I had to be honest.

"Hon? You okay? You keep wandering off, like you're losing your train of thought sometimes." Janet smiled warmly and patted my hand.

"Sorry, hon. Just thinking of Williams at work. We have a pretty big client presentation coming up on Monday and...well, you know me. My mind is always on work."

"I know. It's tough. But I'm sure I can take your mind off of things tonight." She winked at me.

I drank a bit more wine than I usually did, and by the time we got home and into bed, our love making was hard and passionate, but my visions were of another. Janet enjoyed it, no doubt, and if she sensed my distance, I had licked her into enough satisfaction not to complain.

We kissed and held each other close as sleep enveloped the both of us.

The following morning I awoke with renewed hope. It was a new day—Sunday—and I knew that I had to get Erin alone so we could talk. We needed to come to terms with things, how things would be, how we could live with what we had done. I heard the shower running and knew that Janet was going through her morning rituals: a nice long, hot shower, comfortable clothes, breakfast and newspaper, then laundry and house cleaning. Like clockwork.

I grabbed my phone and texted Erin.

ME: you awake, babe?

ERIN: yeah

ME: So...I think we should talk. We need to talk. Can you make an excuse and get out today? I can meet you somewhere.

A very long pause. I thought Janet would be done with her shower soon so I texted again.

ME: please babe. I really need to talk to you.

I watched the screen on my smartphone and waited. I glanced at the bathroom door and still heard the shower running.

ERIN: ok

I smiled grimly and got out of bed, picking out casual clothes to wear for the day. I rifled through my bedside nightstand and found what was buried under small papers, old pens, paper clips, and stupid knick knacks: a box of rubbers. It had already been opened and had long since been forgotten. I didn't know if they were dated and expired, but my cock hardly cared for such trivial details. As long as they seemed intact, it was sure to do the trick. There were probably four or five still inside. I stuffed it into my pants. When I heard the shower stop, I waited for Janet to come out. She glanced at my ensemble and gave me an inquisitive look.

"Going somewhere?"

"Yeah, hon. I'm sorry, but Williams called me while you were in the shower and I need to meet him in the office. We've got to get our presentation ready for tomorrow and there's some more tweaking to do on the decks. I'll drive into the city today, since it's Sunday, but I should be home by dinner time."

"Yeah?" She sounded concerned. "I can make breakfast, okay?"

"No, hon. Just some coffee. I'll grab a breakfast sandwich in the city."

I took a hurried shower, my cock twitching to life because it =knew it would be near Erin today. I tried to will it to calm down, to tell myself that we were just going to talk, discuss our situation, and try to resolve it. But, of course, my cock had its own mind and didn't heed my words!

I sipped my coffee with Janet in the kitchen, as our sleepy-eyed daughter wandered in, still in pajamas. My heart sank as I thought she would renege from our deal. I gave her a sad and concerned look.

"Good morning, honey," Janet said. "Ready for breakfast?"

"Sure," Erin said softly. She gave me a sheepish look, then looked away.

I got kissed them both on the cheek and headed for my car, fuming inside. What was going on with her? Why was she avoiding this conversation? It had to happen. We had to come to terms with our actions and our feelings. I realize she was only 19, but she was an adult now, in an adult situation, and needed to face up to it. My cock deflated as I got into the car and started it up.

As I drove down the block, wondering how I would spend the day away, now that I didn't need to go into the city and see Williams, my phone buzzed.

ERIN: told mom I was going to meet up with Allison at the mall and then her house. Meet me down the block at Regan park.

My heart soared and I happily drove the three blocks to her old playground. She had told Janet that she was going to be with Allison, only a few blocks away from us, so it would seem natural for Erin to walk over. Perfect cover. Perfect liar.

About a half hour later, Erin was walking along the grass and got to my car. She wore a form-fitting black skirt made of cotton and a denim jacket that covered a white tank top. I smiled at her youthful form and my cock twitched in appreciation. When she got in I could tell she was pensive, nervous. I could see guilt and shame written all over her face and I felt utterly dejected.

"I know. We need to talk about this." I turned to face her and she looked at her hands on her lap, much like she had been on our Friday train ride home. I decided that this was not the place for it. It was still too public and we were so close to home, that a random neighbor could recognize us. I eased the car out of the parking lot and began to drive to the next town over.

I drove for a while, both of us lost in our own turmoil. "I suppose we could go to a...well..." I was about to say a hotel, but I knew that might frighten her and cause her to bring her guard up and be more defensive about things.

I saw the cemetery and drove inside. "Uh...you think this is okay?" Two loops around the grounds and there seemed to be no one about today. It was still early, but I knew a secluded spot that they had yet to start digging in. There were crops of trees that formed natural barriers from the rest of the cemetery and the roads. I parked just beneath a large oak tree and turned the engine off.

"You okay with here?" I asked her, facing her now.

Erin shrugged. "It's fine."

I reached for her hand and cupped it into my hands, my fingers kneading the tension out of her. I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Listen, I know what you must be going through. Believe me. I'm having the same thoughts and concerns and...but I have feelings. For you. I mean, only for you. About you. Needing you."

Erin's eyes were filled with tears as she looked at me.

"I can't get you out of my head. I can't help it."

She swallowed once and a tear rolled down her cheek. I wiped it off her face and gave her a sad smile.

"Me too, dad," she said softly.

I leaned in and kissed her. My hand snaked around her neck and my fingers laced through her soft hair. I pressed my lips harder on hers and she responded eagerly. Our tongues began to duel inside our mouths and she began to moan. My hand roamed downwards, caressing her face, her neck, and squirming inside her jacket. My hand found its way inside her jacket and cupped her breast through her tank top and bra. My mouth moved down her face and onto her neck as she gasped out. Her hands found the buttons of my jeans and started to pop them open. I helped her with her jacket and was soon lifting her tank off. We glanced around and saw that we were still alone. Our eyes met, wild and glazed with lust, as she shifted in her seat.

"Baby, let's get in the backseat."

She nodded and started to climb between the seats. I chuckled lightly and said, "There's no way I'm going to be able to do that." I hopped outside, grabbing my jeans to keep them from falling to my knees, and climbed in the back seat to join her.

Erin was already lying back, spreading her legs, as she was sliding her tight skirt up to her waist. I groaned as I saw more and more of her milky thighs come into view. This is what I had not seen Friday night. This is what I had been envisioning for two days now!

I crawled between her legs and helped her ease her black thongs down. She looked down at me as my face hovered over her sex. She was smoothly shaven, clean, fresh. I smiled up at her and she closed her eyes as I plunged my mouth and tongue onto her. My tongue darted in and out, before settling onto her tender clit. I made small circles and sucked up her juices. Erin began to thrash about as I rode her through one, then two, then a third orgasm, while I violently mauled her quivering flesh.

She was panting heavily, sweating, and reaching up for me. "Oh God, dad...I need you...please..."

I started to move up, kissing her white smoothness, adoring each valley and crest of her maiden form.

"Dad...we..." she looked worried, as I poised at her entrance, grasping my painful shaft to her soft petals.

"I know, hon," I whispered. I reached for my jeans, which were bunched up just past my knees, and pulled out the box of condoms. Quickly, I yanked one packet out and tore it open.

She giggled. "Easy, you're going to rip it before you get it on."

I smiled at her as I rolled the rubber over my prick head and down my vein-engorged rod. Then I positioned myself back between her bent knees and slowly eased into her. We both gasped at the contact and I felt her young pussy clamp down on my invading shaft. Slowly and painfully, I controlled my entry until I bottomed out. All the way home. Where I belonged.

I lay atop her and caressed her hair and face, looking down at her loving eyes. "I love you, Erin."

"I love you, too, dad."

Then, I eased out of her until just the tip of my head was at her lips, before plunging back in. We continued to gasp and pant heavily as I began to build up speed. We continued to just stare into each other's eyes while I made love to her. It was so soft and tender and steady. Soon, I could feel her hips grinding from side to side and gyrating in circular motions. I matched her movements and we were soon moaning louder as the tension built up. The fire consumed us both and I began to pump into her harder and faster.

She came loudly again and I shot my load again and again inside the bulging rubber. I groaned out loud and grit my teeth, throwing my head back, as I drove myself deeper inside of her, imagining that I was truly coming inside of her, filling her fertile womb with my forbidden seed.

She pushed at my hips and I popped out of her, knowing that she didn't want any leakage inside of her. I reached down and pulled the rubber off my softening cock. I dropped the cum-filled rubber onto the car floor and laid on top of her once more. We held each other, caressing each other's faces, and sharing soft kisses. The love and tenderness I felt for her caused my cock to stay semi hard and I rested it on top of her pussy lips.

I kissed her neck and pushed her bra up. I began to suck at her breasts and felt myself getting hard again. I brought her nipple to hardness between my lips and teeth, before sucking her other breast. As I brought that nipple to its own hardness, I pushed my hardened cock inside of her wet heat once more.

"Daddy..." she groaned. "We can't...you're...you don't have anything on..."

"Ssshh..baby...just for a little while. I won't come. I already came, remember?" I started to move in and out of her again, continuing our forbidden coupling. I knew what I was doing was dangerous, but it felt so good to be skin to skin inside of her, feeling all of her. "Oh God, baby, you feel so good."

But I knew it was irresponsible. I pulled out of her and helped her completely take her bra off. She helped me with my shirt, so now we were both naked from the waist up. She still had her tight skirt bunched up at her waist and I had my jeans and boxers at my ankles. We were quite a sight.

I helped her get up and switch positions. "Get on all fours, hon. I want you from behind."

Erin nodded and got on her hands and knees. She looked back at me with wide, innocent eyes, as I rolled another condom onto my cock. Slowly, I eased into her from behind. She moaned out loud as I buried myself all the way to the hilt. I held still for a while, knowing I was hitting other areas of her and giving her more pleasure.

This time it took longer for me to come. It was great for her and I know Erin enjoyed three or four more orgasms because I was able to hold off.

We cuddled again and talked. About everything. About nothing. Perhaps five or six hours passed and we were onto our fourth and final condom, when my cellphone buzzed.

Janet.

Erin and I looked at each other. I was still buried deep within her tender pussy, fucking her for the umpteenth time, and never getting tired of our bodies joining. It was as if we were made for each other; we were meant for each other. This was natural; this was right.

"You better answer it," she panted, still in the throes of ecstasy.